Chapter 753 - Chapter 753: Attack (3)
Chapter 753: Attack (3)
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Ji Luo was so touched that his eyes turned red. “You must be hungry. Mother will make you a bowl of noodles.”
Shen Yijia’s hands trembled. “No need, no need. We’re not hungry yet. Let’s have lunch when MO Yuan comes back.”
Song Jingchen found it funny, but he agreed. “Mother, rest for a while.”
“I won’t cook too much. Fill your stomachs first.”
She put away the gifts that Shen Yijia had given her and went into the kitchen.
“Madam, I’ll help you start the fire.” Hearing about the food, Thirty Thousand followed her.
Song Jingchen and Shen Yijia looked at each other. They were doomed!
A knock sounded at the door.
There was a knock on the door behind her. Someone was at home, and the door was not closed.
Shen Yijia turned around and saw a middle-aged man with a white beard standing at the door.
The man was wearing very ordinary clothes and smiled at her uncomfortably.
“I’m passing by. Can I ask for a bowl of water?” he said.
This voice was also a little strange, as if he was deliberately speaking in a low voice.
However, Shen Yijia did not care. She scanned the man from head to toe and her eyes lit up. “Yes, of course. Come in quickly.”
As she spoke, she kept waving at the man, almost running over to pull him in.
The middle-aged man was speechless.
He was a little flustered. He suddenly didn’t want to go in. What should he do?
“Come in quickly.” Shen Yijia continued to invite him warmly, like a wolf coaxing a child.
The middle-aged man turned his head and glanced at a certain someone standing at the entrance of the alley not far away, who kept winking at him. He coma ony orace filmsell anu enter.
“Sorry to disturb you.” He cupped his hands at the couple shakily. “I accidentally lost my money bag.”
Shen Yijia’s eyes widened. “Then you didn’t even eat?”
The middle-aged man thought to himself, “Was I supposed to have eaten?”
Since he had lost his money bag, it was better to say that he hadn’t eaten.
He nodded.
“That’s too pitiful. How can I simply give you a bowl of water?” Shen Yijia looked at him sympathetically. “Wait here. My mother happened to be cooking noodles. You can leave after eating.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Ji Luo and Thirty Thousand came out with two bowls of noodles.
Without waiting for Ji Luo to ask, Shen Yijia struck first.
Shen Yijia said, “Mother, this uncle lost his money bag. He hasn’t eaten for three days. I think he’s pitiful. Let him eat the noodles first. My husband and I aren’t hungry anyway.”
Song Jingchen nodded. He wasn’t hungry at all.
The middle-aged man thought to himself, “Why don’t I remember saying that I
haven’t eaten for three days?”
Was it really good to keep adding scenes for him?
Ji Luo glanced at the middle-aged man. Although she found it strange, she did not refute her daughter’s words.
“Since he’s so pitiful, let’s give him my bowl too.” Thirty Thousand, who was lucky enough to taste it in advance, hurriedly said.
Looking at the three bowls of noodles placed in front of him, the middle-aged man remembered that he was here to ask for water. How did it become begging?
However, this family was so enthusiastic, it seemed that they were not worried that he was a bad person.
They were too naive!
Song Jingchen’s gaze paused on his Adam’s apple without leaving a trace. He said meaningfully, “Hurry up and eat. It won’t taste good once you eat it.”
“That’s right, that’s right. My mother cooked these noodles herself. You have to finish it.” Shen Yijia stuffed the chopsticks into his hand and looked straight at him.
“It’s not delicious even if it’s hot. If it’s cold, I’m afraid you won’t be able to eat it, so eat quickly.” she thought.
Under the gaze of three pairs of eyes that could not be ignored, the middle-aged man picked up a piece of noodles stiffly.
Slurp-
Shen Yijia immediately leaned over and secretly made a throat-slitting gesture without being seen by Ji Luo. “How is it? It’s delicious, right?”
The middle-aged man was speechless.
Naive? This was simply inhumane!
He swallowed the noodles with difficulty and nodded with tears in his eyes.
The taste was indescribable.
“It tastes awful!” he thought.
He did not dare to speak, afraid that he would spit out the noodles he had painstakingly swallowed.
Shen Yijia said, “Mother, look at him. He’s so touched that he’s crying.” Ji Luo smiled. “If it’s not enough, there’s still some left in the pot.”
Ji Luo smiled. “If it’S not enough, there’s still some left in the pot.” “I’ll help him get some.” Thirty Thousand ran back to the kitchen.
These things could not be left behind!
Fifteen minutes later, the middle-aged man left without looking back.
“Who was that person just now?” Xuanyuan Ce had woken up and was standing at the door of the study, staring in the direction of the door.
“A pitiful person who lost his money bag and had no food to eat,” Shen Yijia said.
Song Jingchen nodded in agreement. It was indeed pitiful.
“Your Highness, do you want to change your clothes first?” Song Jingchen asked.
With his reminder, Xuanyuan Ce remembered what had happened previously. He looked at Ji Luo, who was sitting at the side fiddling with medicinal herbs, with a complicated expression.
He lowered his eyes and said, “I’ll bring you to the palace in the afternoon.” With that, he limped away.
Song Jingchen opened his mouth, but he decided not to say anything. “My lord, don’t you feel a chill down your spine?” he thought..