The irritable prince's little crying bag is milky and sweet

"Now we have a good relationship with brother Liu and the prince. It can be regarded as a fateful friendship. What's wrong with saying hello?" Bai Yulang didn't quite understand.

"You don't even think about it, just the two of them come out, it must be yours at the moment, and we run to disturb, is it appropriate?" Lu Chimo asked back.

Only then did Bai Yulang realize that what Lu Chimo said made sense: "Forget it, I don't want to say hello. From what I know about the lord, he is so small, if we bother him and me Brother is alone, so he must hold grudges."

After hearing this, Lu Chimo couldn't help laughing: "Yulang has been taught by the prince."

Bai Yulang curled his lips: "Hmph, senior brother laughed at me, I'm not happy anymore!"

Lu Chimo paused, then smiled, and then scooped up a wonton and brought it to his mouth: "Yulang is not angry, brother is wrong."

"Hmph, does a wonton want me not to be angry?"

"Of course a wonton is not enough to relieve your anger. How about going back later, and the senior brother will serve you comfortably?" Lu Chimo asked.

Bai Yulang thought about it seriously, and replied, "Deal!"

"It's thanks to my brother's good physical strength, otherwise how can I coax you well!" Lu Chimo said, but scooped another wonton to his mouth.

Bai Yulang also scooped up a wonton and brought it to Lu Chimo's mouth, saying, "Brother, you've worked hard, just eat more."

"Brother doesn't work hard, as long as Yulang is happy." Lu Chimo replied.

Afterwards, the two finished eating the wontons, got up and left.

On the way back, Bai Yulang saw a stall selling masks, so he pulled Lu Chimo over there: "Brother, let's buy a mask for each of us, shall we?"

"Yuro wants this?"

"Ok!"

"Okay, let Yulang pick one, and help senior brother pick one too."

"Okay." Bai Yulang picked for a long time, but he found two masks he liked, and he handed one of them to Lu Chimo, "Brother, put it on and have a look."

Lu Chimo nodded and put on the mask obediently.

Bai Yulang sized it up: "Not bad, not bad, very suitable."

As he said that, he also put on the mask in his hand: "How about it, brother, does it look good?"

"Yes." Lu Chimo responded, and then paid the money.

Then the two continued to walk back wearing masks.

Bai Yulang said as he walked, "It feels so mysterious to wear a mask, senior brother, let's... come wearing a mask at night?"

Lu Chimo smiled and said: "What Yulang says to do, the senior brother will do."

At this time, Bai Yulang saw someone performing juggling in front of him, so he said, "Brother, I want to watch it, shall we go back after watching this?"

"Yeah." Lu Chimo nodded slightly.

So, the two squeezed into the crowd again to watch juggling.

Coincidentally, Feng Muting and Su Fuliu were also in the crowd, this time Feng Muting did not dare to let go of Su Fuliu's hand.

What's even more coincidental is that the two of them also passed by the mask selling stall. Feng Muting didn't want others to stare at Su Fuliu, so he proposed to buy a mask and wear it for fun.

Su Fuliu agreed, and bought a mask with Feng Muting.

But at this moment, the fire-breathing performer on the stage made a mistake and accidentally burned the faces of several people standing in front watching the performance. In an instant, the frightened people scattered away.

The crowd rushed wildly, and they scattered Feng Muting and Su Fuliu who were holding hands.