Chapter 103： I don't know you!

Chapter 103 I don’t know you!

Houtou didn't say much, but he bought five kilograms of rice from Si Ningning, and Si Ningning bought a lighter from him for 30 cents.

Si Ningning sold more than a dozen bundles of egg noodles and eight kilograms of rice one after another. After that, he left the remaining two kilograms of rice and three bundles of noodles on the stall and didn't take 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. Carrying 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 marks on sleeves.

The man didn't buy it 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 is going on?

The military kettle, which had been ignored by no one since it was taken out, was spotted by someone the moment 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?"

The Chinese accent is Yuanjing accent, which sounds pretty good.

Si Ningning sighed inwardly. The next second, he seemed to think of something. His expression stiffened for a moment. He raised his eyes and glanced. 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, pointed at the camouflage-painted military kettle with his long fingers, and asked again: "How much does the kettle cost?"

Si Ningning almost failed. He quickly lowered his head, his throat rolled up 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 flour cost six cents, two kilograms of rice cost one yuan, and a military kettle costs twelve yuan, a total of thirteen yuan and six cents."

Mo Bei handed Si Ningning one black ten yuan (ten yuan) and two pieces of two yuan. Si Ningning asked for the money. He said that if he paid the money and delivered the goods, the matter would be over. The bad thing was Si Ningning. He glanced at Mo Bei when he was looking for money.

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

The stall owner is a young man...no, maybe it should be said to be 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 frowned 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 local dialect of Province H: "Don't talk nonsense, I can warn you, I am doing a small business." , but I don’t know you.”

(End of this chapter)