The host of Kuaichuan, his style of painting is wrong

Chapter5
goo—

Only then did Cen Mu realize that it was the sound coming from his stomach.

I have been a god for too long, and I don't know the sufferings of the mortal world.

After weighing the purse that came along with him, Cen Mu stuffed the jade pendant into his bosom, and slipped out through the back door while avoiding the servants.

When the sky is clear, the wind is sunny.

At the wonton stall on the corner of the street, only Cen Mu was sitting there.

"Boss, have another bowl!" There were already three empty bowls on the table, and Cen Mu wiped his mouth, patting his stomach with unfulfilled desire.

The delicacies of the world are really comforting!
"Girl has a good appetite, my young man doesn't eat so much." The old man who set up the stall quickly brought out a bowl.

"Old man made you laugh..." Cen Mu blushed slightly. Fortunately, the uncle reminded him, otherwise he would have almost forgotten that he was a girl at this time.He lowered his head, looked sad, and stirred the soup in the bowl, "Oh, old man, you don't know that I can't eat on weekdays. My father is not at home all year round, and my mother goes early. At home The stepmother beats me all the time, and often refuses to feed me..."

Cen Mu squeezed out two tears as he spoke, his eyes were red, I felt pity for it. "Today I managed to eat cold noodles, and my stepmother knocked me over. Fortunately, when I came out, I met a kind man who gave me some money, so I came here to eat, I..."

"Hey, the little girl is pitiful, no wonder she is so thin, don't cry, don't cry!" The uncle looked at Cen Mu, who was wronged in an instant, and brought another bowl with distress, "Come, eat more, uncle doesn't want your money. Little How can you be so pitiful at such a young age, your stepmother is too heartless."

"Thank you, uncle." Cen Mu grinned, eating with a bowl of satisfaction.

"Hey, eat slowly, don't choke."

He finished his mouthful of soup on his back, and when he was about to pick up the bowl, suddenly the table shook, and the soup almost spilled all over Cen Mu.

"So you're here!" Xiao Zifan's palm fell on the wooden table, and the ground shook.

Cen Mu still had food in his mouth, his cheeks were bulging like a hamster, and he stared at him with big round eyes.

Cen Mu gulped down the contents of his mouth, "You almost scared me to death, if my young master chokes to death..."

——But you are going to be reincarnated as a pig, can you take responsibility? !

Xiao Zifan stretched out his hand, and said angrily, "Return the things of the Marquis?"

Seeing Xiao Zifan's angry face, Cen Mu also had a plan in his heart.

Hey, man, just coax it.

"I'm sorry, I'm so hungry. As you can see, my bowl of noodles was eaten..." Cen Mu lowered his head and carefully put the money bag in Xiao Zifan's palm.

Then he held the bowl, lowered his head and stopped talking.

Looking at it from Xiao Zifan's point of view, it was as if he had bullied him to the point of crying.

"Hey, what's the matter with you young man, the little girl is eating well, why are you yelling at her." The uncle who cooked the wontons yelled at Xiao Zifan.

Seeing Cen Mu's aggrieved look, Xiao Zifan frowned and threw the money bag on the table, "Take the money, and give me the jade pendant!"

Cen Mu glanced at the purse on the table from the corner of his eye, and smiled slightly.But he still lowered his head and ignored Xiao Zifan.

"Cen Mu, did you hear that!" Xiao Zifan wanted to speak ill, but he couldn't be cruel.

"Where's the divorce letter?" Cen Mu raised his head, and met Xiao Zifan with a pair of watery peach blossom eyes.

Xiao Zifan froze for a moment, took out a piece of paper from his pocket and put it on the table.

The three characters "retirement letter" in small script are extremely conspicuous.

Cen Mu stood up, without any trace of grievance and sadness on his face, he stepped on the bench and picked up the piece of paper in a rage.

　Watch me change my face, change my face and change my face...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)