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Plan A started on the day Miao Miao returned to China, that is, the night Su Wanwan's movie finished.

But the preparations in the early stage can be said to have taken a lot of effort.

That morning, Miao Miao took the earliest flight to Binhai, and the first thing she did when she returned home was to turn on her mobile phone and dial Shiyi.

"Miao Miao, what's the matter?" Eleven seems to have not woken up yet, and it's not his fault for snoozing. After all, according to normal people's work and rest habits, three o'clock in the morning should indeed be the best time to sleep.

But her thinking logic, which is different from ordinary people, obviously put the focus aside. The brief silence on the phone was not because Miao Miao's signal was bad, but because she was awakened by the milk voice that seemed to be half asleep on Eleven.

In order to feel this long-lost beauty, Miaomiao covered her heart and said softly to the other side, "Say it again."

"What?" Although he was half asleep and half awake, following Xiao Yanchen for more than eleven years, it was normal for him not to sleep in the early morning, so he could quickly regain his sanity at this moment.

But the sanity here does not include understanding He Miaomiao's fresh and refined brain circuit.

"I said, you repeat this sentence." Miao Miao drove her small supercar parked in the underground parking lot, and the early morning drive excited her the most.

Although Eleven didn't understand why she called at this time, but according to the love experience he had acquired over the years, Miao Miao should be bored after waking up, but there was no one to play with her, that's why she called her. own.

Thinking about the last time I went to Miao Miao's house, I was embarrassed to say it, but seeing the mess in her house, I should be the only one living in it, and I also encountered a thief that time, so the girl must still be afraid now.

The more details are answered in seconds like this, the more Eleven feels that he should shoulder the responsibility for Miao Miao. As for what responsibility, he can't give a suitable answer for a while, so it is the most basic responsibility between people. Bar.

With such noble sentiments in mind, Eleven obediently listened to her and repeated, "What?"

Miao Miao wanted to vomit blood.

"I mean, let you say that sentence again, Miao Miao, what's the matter, this sentence!" It's useless to say it now, she doesn't want to hear it anymore.

Faced with her sudden elevation and some unfriendly words, Eleven still forgave her and obeyed obediently, "Miao Miao, what's the matter?"

"It's gone." Miaomiao sighed inwardly.

Why didn't I realize that this person was quite naive before?Didn't she ask him to repeat it just to hear the numb tone just now?What do you want to do now that you are so calm as if you are about to go to the operating table?

Poor Eleven hasn't been able to get her point until now.

And it seems to be getting more and more biased.

"It's not crispy anymore?" In the early morning, what else is not crispy, of course there are fried dough sticks!

Could it be that she wanted fried dough sticks but couldn't find any crispy ones?Well, that must be the case.

When he was browsing Weibo in his spare time yesterday, he also saw a blogger sorting out a topic called "How special are girls' crying points?"

After clicking in, some cried because my aunt was watching the sunset, some cried because I was too sleepy and couldn’t recite English words, and some couldn’t put on underwear after taking a shower and thought that I hadn’t eaten the drama for dinner and didn’t catch up Those who mourned were sad because they couldn't eat their favorite noodles, and some cried because they were too hungry.

Thinking about it, Miaomiao should be a person who wakes up in the middle of the night and finds that the dark room is empty, then goes downstairs to buy fried dough sticks, but the fried dough sticks are still not crispy, and then cries.

But having said that, at three in the morning, does the uncle who sells fried dough sticks start working?
"Where are you? I'll go look for you now, don't cry." Eleven has already rolled over and got out of bed and started getting dressed, and it's still early for Xiao Yanchen's seven o'clock schedule, so he has a lot of time to comfort Miao Miao.

"What???" Miao Miao slammed on the gas pedal, "I wouldn't even cry when I cry." But how did the topic change to crying?
Eleven quickly put on his favorite gray pullover sweater, then picked up a mink coat from the closet and put it on, picked up the car keys and hurried out the door.

"Don't be so stubborn, where are you now? I'll look for you in the past. I know that there is a family whose fried dough sticks and tofu nao are super delicious, and they are especially crispy."

Miao Miao originally wanted to say, "Sweet your head", but she hasn't eaten anything since last night. After saying this on Shi Yi, she can even smell the tofu nao and fried dough sticks with her nose.

That's fine, after all, their ground-breaking plan A is really... ground-breaking, and it's really not safe to talk on the phone. If the eleven little foxes carefully try to betray them to claim credit for Xiao Yanchen, it will be a failure.

However, now that he took the initiative to ask to come out for breakfast, he could hold her back when he didn't agree to help, or, at worst, she would be wronged and betray her lust.

In the end, Miao Miao agreed awkwardly.

Half an hour later, in the cold wind in the coastal suburbs, Miao Miao looked at the broken shop in front of her that could barely use plastic curtains as a door—in the words of eleven, it was a shop. Let's call it that for now.

Eleven seemed to see her hesitation, "Don't look at the shop as a little deserted, but it's really delicious. I couldn't afford breakfast when I was a child. Every day when I passed by here, Uncle Qi would give me a big bowl of tofu. There are two big fried dough sticks in the brain."

"..." Miao Miao followed his footsteps into the store, she recommends as she recommends, what a sell, she is not the kind of person who judges people by their appearance.

As Eleven said, the shopkeeper seemed to be very familiar with him, not only serving them two big bowls of steaming tofu nao, but also giving them a lot of fried dough sticks for free.

"Super crispy, try it!" Eleven enthusiastically handed it to her, thinking, she should be happy now.

Miao Miao took it over with a lifeless voice, "No matter how crisp you are, there is no such thing as your su."

"..." Eleven mechanically withdrew his hand, and then slowly placed it on his thigh.

!!!

Why did you tease him so early in the morning!

Excited, with trembling hands, he handed out another fried dough stick, "Say it again, I want to hear it."

The deep-fried dough sticks that Miao Miao had just stuffed into her mouth suddenly became less crispy.

!!!

Why do you have to learn from her early in the morning!

Can't bear it!She wants to tease back!

So Miao Miao lightly grasped his outstretched hands, "It's really cool."

Eleven gave a good-looking smile contentedly, and before he opened his mouth to speak, the shopkeeper, who was sitting quietly waiting, suddenly became emotional.

"That's not bad! Everyone who has eaten it says it's crispy!"

The atmosphere of the audience collapsed instantly.

The coquettish words that Miao Miao had originally thought up in her heart were also changed by the uncle's dialect "not too bad".

The deep-fried dough stick that Eleven had stretched out was now crisply stuffed into his mouth.

The originally deserted shop suddenly only had the sound of two people chewing, and the sound of the news broadcast from the worn-out old-fashioned TV.

"Uncle, I have something to tell you." Miao Miao was the first to pay the bill before November, and by the way, said the thought that had been rolling in her stomach for countless times.