The best girl traveled through time and took the system to escape.

Song Nan's words, "If you want to know what happened next, let's listen to the explanation next time" directly confused Hua Zhixia and others.

Hua Zhixia put down the storybook and looked at Song Nan with pitiful eyes: "What next time? Didn't you write this yourself? You just told us directly, without saying much, just say whether Monkey King fought or not. Defeat that demon king."

Seeing that she was so interested, Song Nan didn't want to talk anymore.

Everything must be left in suspense.

Authors like those who write novels like to leave suspense at the end of the chapter, just hoping that readers will click or remind them to update more.

If she has confessed everything now, then are Hua Zhixia and the others still looking forward to the subsequent plot?

Therefore, Song Nan decided to put a suspense at the end of every story telling.

It makes people unable to hear the story behind it and makes them feel itchy.

Seeing Song Nan just eating the fruit without telling them, Hua Zhixia couldn't do anything.

If Mo Yuanjiao hadn't been here, she might have learned how to behave like Song Nan like that guy Zhang Ruoxi, no matter how hard it was, she would have found out whether Sun Wukong could win.

But Mo Yuanjiao was here, how could she do this?

Wait, isn't Mo Yuanjiao leaving today? !

Hua Zhixia thought of a way!

She looked at Song Nan and said: "Nan Nan, you see Mo Yuanjiao is leaving Lanyang today, and he won't be able to know the follow-up to this story, right? Otherwise, you can just tell it here, right?"

Mo Yuanjiao nodded: "Yes, I will leave in an hour."

"Your story is quite novel, so does Sun Wukong win?"

In fact, Mo Yuanjiao didn't really want to know the outcome. From his point of view, there were only two ways to win or lose. There would be no third situation if he guessed.

But seeing that Hua Zhixia wanted to know so much, he followed her advice and asked Song Nan.

As the two sang in harmony, Song Nan squinted his eyes and smiled: "I can't finish the story of Sun Wukong in three days and three nights. Since you are leaving today, I will write the rest of it in the future and let people tell it in the hot pot restaurant. Come out, and every time you finish talking about the book, wouldn't it be nice to ask Sister Hua to write you a letter and send it to you?"

Mo Yuanjiao: (?o?o?)

He nodded sharply: "Okay!"

Then he looked at Hua Zhixia and said, "Sister Hua, you are the best!"

According to Miss Song, this story is very long, so wouldn’t I receive many letters from Sister Fenghua? !

I can still write to Lanyang from time to time to ask about the progress of the story!

Mo Yuanjiao felt happy in his heart.

Originally, he was worried that after the Jiang family's matter was resolved, he would find a reason to continue writing to Sister Hua. Unexpectedly, Song Nan would send a ready-made reason to his door!

Hua Zhixia:......

You two have agreed, but have you asked me for my opinion? !

She just wanted to know whether Sun Wukong had won the battle. Why did she have to write to Mo Yuanjiao every once in a while?

She hesitated to speak and looked at Mo Yuanjiao, thinking about how to reject him.

But this kid opened his puppy eyes and looked at her expectantly. Hua Zhixia could vaguely see his two tiger teeth.

"……Fine."

"I will write to you when there is a follow-up from Nannan."

It's just a letter.

It didn't take much time, so she just wrote.

Mo Yuanjiao nodded excitedly: "You tell me the follow-up story, and I will also write you a letter to talk about things in the capital!"

His father said that feelings are communicated.

write a letter!

Must write!

He will write one letter a month after he returns!

Is one letter a bit missing?

How about two letters?Or three seals?

Mo Yuanjiao, who was still in Lanyang County, was already thinking about how many letters he would write and send every month.

Seeing that the two people were "talking", Song Nan silently breathed a sigh of relief.

But I didn’t ask further questions.

She was worried that the two of them would ask again, so she couldn't help but speak out.

Once it is spoken out, how will storytelling continue to make people itch in the future?

As the saying goes, once a secret is revealed, it is no longer a secret.

When Mo Yuanjiao was about to leave, Song Nan made a special trip to get two earthen pots the size of soup bowls from the kitchen for him.

"These two cans are hot pot ingredients. I guessed that you were leaving Lanyang, so I made a special trip to fry them for you."

Mo Yuanjiao's eyes tightened: "Miss Song, you are too young. I don't like you."

Song Nan rolled her eyes: "I thought you were too old. Sister Song and Ruoxi have this hot pot ingredient. Do you want it?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she was about to go back with the hot pot ingredients.

Mo Yuanjiao hurriedly waved: "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

"I want!"

He shouted four times, but Song Nan still kept walking.

Song Nan walked into the hot pot restaurant and placed the two cans of hot pot ingredients on the counter.

"Tell me, why are you so poor?" Hua Zhixia smiled and shook her head.

Mo Yuanjiao said helplessly: "Que'er, bring your young master's hot pot ingredients! Don't forget to give money to Miss Song!"

Why is he poor?

He is just worried that he is too charming and will attract people.

If Miss Song is obsessed with me, then there will be no need to be a friend.

Song Nan: Awkward yet polite smile.

What fascinates you?

Are you obsessed with using a folding fan to fan yourself in the middle of winter?

"Miss Song, this is our young master's wish."

Mo Que took out two banknotes and placed them on the counter. Then, at Song Nan's expressionless signal, he picked up two cans of hot pot ingredients and ran out.

Song Nan took a quick look and saw two 50-tael banknotes?

Hey!

atmosphere!

Let’s call him Big Brother from now on!

I can't be too cautious.

Song Nan immediately stood up and waved outside: "Master Mo, walk slowly! When you finish eating, write a letter to Sister Hua, and I'll have someone send some more!"

Mo Yuanjiao:...

"Has she always been like this?"

Hua Zhixia speculated: "Nan Nan's family all came here to escape from famine. You can guess a thing or two about what happened on the way. She will feel at ease only if she has money in her hand, right?"

Mo Yuanjiao nodded: "No wonder she opened Wan Qingsi and a hot pot restaurant. If money doesn't make people feel at ease, it can only be said that the money in hand is not enough."

"Sister Hua, if I am short of hot pot ingredients in the future, I will write to you, and I will trouble you in the future."

Mo Yuanjiao clenched his fist, he had another reason!

He is awesome!

Hua Zhixia: "You knew it was troublesome and you still said it?"

"I don't care, I want to write to you anyway!"

"Que'er, mount your horse!"

Mo Yuanjiao got on his horse and slowly left Hua Zhixia's sight.

After he and Mo Que left the city gate, they galloped toward Yuzhou.

"Que'er, if we're staying in Lanyang for half a month, your ancestral home won't have any objections, right?"

"Master, it turns out you know better!"

"Hmph! I don't care if they have any objections! It's good if I'm willing to come in person! How many bad things have they done in Yuzhou based on my father's identity? If you ask me, I should have drawn a clear line with them long ago..."

Inside the hot pot restaurant.

Song Nan watched Hua Zhixia seeing someone off outside the store for a long time, and secretly muttered: "You still say you don't like it?"

How can I not like this?

People are just tough talkers.

Seeing Hua Zhixia walk in, Song Nan said: "I have prepared two cans for you. The cans are much bigger than his. Will someone send them to you later?"

"No, we can just take it back."

Hua Zhixia came closer to Song Nan and whispered: "So, Sun Wukong can't win?"