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Cheung Sha Wan Vegetable Wholesale Market, Kowloon, Hong Kong.

At five o'clock in the morning, the sky was dark.

One after another, merchants put on the freshest goods and hung incandescent lamps for lighting.

All kinds of vegetables and fresh meat under the lights cast an attractive luster.

The administrator at the door wiped the sweat from his forehead, and he nervously manipulated the tie rod up while blowing his whistle.

Just opening a small gap, countless grandpas and aunts squeezed in. This is their battlefield, and the war is about to break out!

The black-haired girl in a simple black T-shirt and flip-flops scratched her messy hair, "Tsk", she resignedly squeezed in along the crowd, the vegetable market is like a battlefield, exciting every day.

The bald old man in an undershirt was spitting, and his face was red when he bargained with the stall owner.The girl followed the old man and tried hard to distinguish their words. The local dialect was too difficult for her.Finally, the old man was satisfied and bought half a catty of shrimp at a price of 30 yuan cheaper.

The black-haired girl interjected while the stall owner was packing for the old man: "Boss, I'll take two catties of this shrimp too."

The old man nodded approvingly: those little green eyes are really smart.

The stall owner couldn't help laughing. This little girl has been shopping for vegetables for almost two years, and every time she took advantage of the bargaining between the grandparents and the grandparents, she picked up the leaks: "It's two catties, I'll pack it for you."

The black-haired girl nodded: "Thank you."

"You are not kind!" The uncle was about to leave when he saw the stall owner adding more water to the bag and shouted, "Why do you add so much water to others? People who don't know think that the little girl came to buy from you." Water!"

The black-haired girl scratched her head, what did the uncle say?She spoke too fast and she didn't understand.

The stall owner showed them with a smile and said: "See, two and a half catties! I will add another half catty of water for her!"

"That's okay, we can't bully foreign friends." The old man muttered and left.This little green eye can tell that he is a mixed race, and he doesn't know which country he is from, but he is quite good-looking.

The black-haired girl took the thick black plastic bag, looked at the live and alive shrimp in the bag, nodded and paid with satisfaction, and then she was going to check out other stalls.

At 06:30, the girl bought vegetables and walked home slowly with her own vegetable basket.She was learning Chinese characters with a 08 edition of "Xinhua Dictionary" while walking.

At this time, there are already aunts in the alley stretching their bodies following Curry Curry.

There are still a hundred meters away from home, and a scent made her quicken her pace. She muttered: "Wuhan hot dry noodles?"

As soon as the black-haired girl entered the courtyard, she saw Baibu Pearl who was staying at home holding a big bowl and squatting on the stone bench, sucking noodles, eating happily.

"Pearl, have you already eaten? Where is Chaobu?" the black-haired girl asked.

"Luanbu went to make breakfast for the grandparents next door." Baibu Pearl took another sip of noodles: "Today, Luanbu made hot dry noodles, go and eat."

The black-haired girl twitched her lips. If those guys knew that their Lord Ranbu was now cooking and porridge for the grandparents in the nursing home next door, they would definitely cry.

Since the first day they moved here, they made a meal to attract the old guys next door, until now Ranpo has been cooking for them for a month.

She sighed and took a bowl of hot dry noodles and sat on another stool to eat, but Luanbu's craftsmanship was getting better and better. She rubbed her belly sadly, feeling that her little belly had come out recently.

"Illusion, illusion." Matsuo Kiyoya comforted himself.

"Qingye, you're back." Caibo Luanbu who walked in saw Matsuo Qingye who had just returned from grocery shopping. She had just finished cooking breakfast for the old people next door.

"Ah, I'm back." The black-haired girl named Qing Ye finished her last mouthful of noodles. She got up and was going to change clothes and put on makeup. She still had something to go out at noon.

Baibuzhu muttered: "It seems that the method of alkaline noodles is different, and the method of sesame paste is also different..." She was trying to think why the hot dry noodles she made were not as good as Caibo Luanbu.

Caibo was walking around to draw water from the press well, and she was going to wash some fruit.Mangoes are on the market these days, and when they are the freshest, you can make some mango poplar nectar later.

Originally, this was their most ordinary day in China.

However, at nine o'clock in the morning, Caibo Luanbu's phone rang.

Matsuo Kiyoya, who was sharpening his knife in the yard, asked, "Ranbu's phone rang, who is it?"

"Aunt Wenxu." Caibo Luanbu glanced at the caller ID.They have been in China for two years. The last time Aunt Wenxu called her overseas was because her younger brother Xingping Chuangzhen also went to Yuanyue College. Jay it.Caibo Luanbu thought with a smile, it's not impossible.

Caibo Luanbu couldn't wait to get on the phone, she seemed to hear the other party say something terrible, and her face darkened.

"What did Aunt Wenxu say?" Seeing her angry, Qingye Matsuo was very curious about what was said on the phone.Bai Buzhu, who had just woken up, came into the kitchen with a bowl in her hand. She was not very interested in anything other than cooking. Naturally, she was not interested in Aunt Wenxu's phone call either.

Caibo Luanbu was so angry that he just listened to a sentence and then he didn't want to listen any more: "Okay, I see, I'll be right back."

As soon as she hung up the phone, she raised her head and shouted at Baibu Pearl who had entered the kitchen: "Pearl! Pack your things, we'll go back to Japan right away!" After saying this, she took Matsuo Kiyoya upstairs to pack her luggage .

Seeing her angry look, Matsuo Kiyoya was very puzzled: "What happened?"

Cai Bo Luanbu had a dark face: "Someone bullied my younger brother." In just two years, there are brats who don't know how to do such a thing?Do you really think she is dead?

Matsuo Kiyoya scratched his head, so he went back to Yuanyue?It seems that Luanbu was choked with anger.She silently expressed sympathy for the unlucky guy who bullied Chuangzhen's younger brother, and asked Yuanyue's students if they knew that Chuangzhen's older sister was a fool.

Matsuo Kiyoya didn't think about it any more, just tidied up a little things casually to show that she was already well.

Bai Buzhu hugged her precious knife and tool, with a dazed look on her face: "Didn't the great monk of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple ask us to eat vegetarian food this afternoon? Shouldn't we go?"

"Pearl, do you know what human nature is?" Matsuo Kiyoya said with a serious face.

Baibuzhu shook his head: "I don't know."

"It's a pigeon." Matsuo Qingye nodded Bai Buzhu's forehead: "Coo coo, coo coo, coo coo." The great monk of Wanfo Temple is sorry, they can only let him dove.

Bai Buzhu tilted her head in disbelief: "Guh?"

Pearls are so cute, Matsuo Kiyoya sighed and asked, "Then what should I do with the vegetables I bought today?"

Caibo waved his hands in disorder: "Give it to the cooking aunt in the nursing home next door."

"...Okay." Matsuo Kiyoya controlled his emotions, this guy was in a hurry when he met his younger brother, so he had to understand her.

"I really don't know what you will do when your younger brother has a girlfriend." Matsuo Kiyoya complained, "I'm hopeless brother."

Caibo Luanbu was silent for three seconds, then clenched his fists with a sincere expression: "I will spoil his girlfriend as well."

"I believe your evil," Matsuo Kiyoya smiled: "You are so sincere, why are you silent for a while?"

"Anyway, these are not important." Caibo changed the subject in a chaotic manner, "Let's check these things first." She glanced at the rows of knives and tools neatly arranged on the ground.

A person who owns a large number of pipes, knives, and tools may be a cook besides She Hei.

"Okay." Qingye Matsuo had a headache: They studied all over China for two years, collecting all knives, and it is estimated that the haulage fee will also cost a fortune.

Baibuzhu squatted on the ground and yawned silently: Are they really going back to China?