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The monkey head knew what was going on and didn't say much, but he dug into his pocket and bought five kilograms of rice from Si Ningning, and Si Ningning bought a lighter from him for thirty cents.

Si Ningning sold more than a dozen bundles of egg noodles and eight kilograms of rice one after another, and then left the remaining two kilograms of rice and three bundles of noodles on the stall and stopped taking anything else out.

She has prepared a lot of rice and noodles, but now she is setting up a stall with a basket behind her. Taking too many things will arouse others' suspicion.

The sun was rising, the temperature was gradually rising, and the black market was crowded with people. Si Ningning was sweating all over. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead with his sleeves. When someone asked about the price of rice noodles, Si Ningning was busy answering and ignored it.

Brown mark on sleeve.

The man didn't buy after asking the price. Si Ningning paused for a while. The weather was getting hotter and hotter, and it was estimated that lunch time was not far away. She still had to spare time to unload her clothes...

Thinking about it, Si Ningning reached out to grab the military kettle, but at this moment, a slender hand with clear joints landed on the military kettle first.

What's going on?

The military kettle, which had been neglected by no one since it was taken out, was spotted by someone at the moment when she was about to close the stall?

Just as Si Ningning thought, a voice like a cold mountain stream dripping from the opposite side came, "How much does the kettle cost?"

He speaks with a correct accent and a Yuanjing accent, which sounds pretty good.

Si Ningning sighed in her heart, and the next second she thought of something, her expression froze for a moment, she raised her eyes and glanced, and suddenly, the hairs on Si Ningning's back stood up.

Mo Bei!

Why is he here!!!!

The villain in Si Ningning's heart held his head and roared crazily.

Facing his boss Ning Ning's blank gaze, Mo Bei frowned briefly, touched the camouflage-painted military kettle with his slender fingers, and asked again: "How much does the kettle cost?"

Si Ningning almost failed. He quickly lowered his head, his throat rolled, and he said in a rough voice, "Ahem, twelve yuan. This is a new batch of military kettles, they can keep warm."

Mo Bei was silent, then pointed to the egg noodles and rice and asked the price. Si Ningning answered truthfully.

She thought Mo Bei wouldn't buy a military kettle. Twelve yuan was a lot of money. But what she didn't expect was that Mo Bei not only asked for a military kettle, but also swept away all the last rice noodles on her stall.

"How much is the total?" Mo Bei asked in a low voice.

Si Ningning's weighing hand trembled nervously, "Three bundles of noodles cost 60 cents, two kilograms of rice cost 1 yuan, and a military kettle costs 12 yuan, totaling 13 yuan and 60 cents."

Mo Bei handed Si Ningning a piece of black ten yuan (ten yuan), two pieces worth two yuan. Si Ningning asked for the money, saying that he paid the money with one hand and delivered the goods with the other hand. The matter was over like this. The bad thing was Si Ningning.

When he was looking for money, he glanced at Mo Bei.

Just at this glance, Mo Bei, who had already collected the money and turned to leave, turned back and asked, "Have we met somewhere?"

The stall owner is a young man... no, maybe I should say a teenager?

The young man was wearing a mandarin jacket that he often saw in the streets and alleys of Beijing. He was squatting inside the stall and looking up at him. After he asked the question, the young man's eyes were obviously a little dodgey.

Mo Bei's eyebrows wrinkled suspiciously. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he just felt that the boy in front of him looked very familiar.

Especially those eyes.

Um?

that……

Is it a tear nevus?

Looking at the gap attentively, Mo Bei discovered a detail. Although it looked a bit blurry, there was indeed a tear mole at the end of the young man's eye.

Si Ningning felt as if she was facing a formidable enemy. She turned her face away, buried her head low, and her rough voice deliberately had a hint of the native dialect of Province H: "Don't talk nonsense, I have to warn you, I am doing a small business."

, but I don’t know you.”