Before Wen Yinuo finished speaking, Ye Linze had already pushed the door in with a large plate.

When he heard Wen Yinuo's last words at the door, Ye Linze's eyes were slightly red. He looked at Wen Yinuo gratefully, lowered his head and served them silently.

Sister Sanyi never thought about this problem from this perspective.

She was stunned for a moment, but when Ye Linze started serving everyone, she couldn't help saying, "What's the point of slapping a swollen face and pretending to be fat? I don't choose how much money I can make, and I have to come and serve plates for others..."

Ye Linze paused his hands slightly, and then continued to put a plate of dishes on the turntable on the round table in front of them.

From beginning to end, he did not raise his head again.

From Wen Yinuo's perspective, she only saw two spines on his dark head.

I heard that there are two people with whirlwinds who are both smart and stubborn.

Wen Yinuo shrugged. It was someone else's business, and she reminded everything she should remind.

After Ye Linze finished serving the dishes, he left the private room without saying a word.

Wen Yinuo was only interested in the bowl of crab noodles, so he picked it up with chopsticks and began to savor it carefully.

Shu Zhan smiled and scooped a bowl of steamed silverfish egg custard for the mad girl, then looked at her with some nervousness and took a bite.

"How is it? Is it delicious?"

The mad girl focused her head and swallowed the spoonful of steamed silverfish egg custard. She said in surprise: "It's very similar to the egg custard made by my mother! I always felt that the steamed egg custard made by my mother is different from what others make. It must be that the small silverfish seasoning was added!"

It's really the taste she's used to eating since childhood.

Shu Zhan was overjoyed and scooped a bowl for himself, ate it with satisfaction, and took the spoon and said, "Actually, it's a little worse than what my mother made, but it's also very close."

"After so long, do you still remember?" Sister Sanyi snorted, not very much interested.

She ate a small crabmeal lion head, stood up and said, "I'll go out and come back soon."

She walked out of the private room with a small bag, came to the bottom of a big tree outside the restaurant, lit a lady's cigarette, took a deep breath, and then spit out a cigarette ring.

Just as she was about to take a second puff, the cell phone in her bag rang.

She took out her cell phone and looked at it. She saw that it was her father's number. Although she was reluctant, she still picked it up.

"Dad, what's the matter?" Sister Sanyi's voice was a little impatient.

"Good Gu'er, are you fucking me now? Have you had dinner together? Are you eating together outside?" A man's deep voice came from the other side of the phone, speaking Mandarin with a strong dialect accent.

"It's all right. Are you fucking Hazisa? Playing cards again?" Sister Sanyi simply spoke in dialect.

That kind of dialect, Mandarin is spicy.

"I don't have a card game, I'm looking at Sushu. You ask me to read more about the culture." The man over there was very excited, "I'm reading your Sudidi Mo Yan's book "Red Sorghum". I thought it was a farmer, but I couldn't understand it at all..."

As he said that, he opened the video and asked her to see how he looked in the library.

Sister Sanyi: "…”

I saw a beautiful and simple library with a fat face and tattoos on my arms. I saw that it was the old man who was a big brother who was sitting on an Internet celebrity INS style fabric sofa, and behind it was a row of large wooden bookcases.

Holding a copy of Mo Yan's "Red Sorghum", the expression on his face was completely "The old man from the subway looked at his phone. JPG", and his face said "This is a street fighter thing".

"A year later, they took me back and said they had given birth outside. Because they had no money and had not been to the hospital for a child, they could not get a birth certificate."

"The local government knew that they were poor households, so it didn't bother me with this issue and registered me with a household registration."

Ye Linze took a deep breath, "I have made a lot of efforts myself, but there is no result. I can only try it out with your father. Uncle Xi knows many people and has a wide range of people. From what happened more than 20 years ago, only he can find clues."

Sister Sanyi knew that when her father was young, she was a famous gangster in the small 18th-tier county town in the local area, and people in all kinds of ways had to buy his account.

But the fact of Ye Linze is too strange. If he was abducted and trafficked, it would be fine. Sister Sanyi's father had already found the clue.

The problem is that he was not abducted by someone because the person who gave the child did not ask for a penny.

"I remember that there are DNA databases of abducted children everywhere. Do you want to try your luck?" Sister Sanyi took her phone away and turned to go to a restaurant.

After walking a few steps, I stopped again, and turned around and said, "Have you had supper?"

Ye Linze shook his head, "I'm not hungry."

"You come and have a meal with everyone." Sister Sanyi bit her lip, "You know Xiao Yiyuan and Shu Zhan. I heard that they set up a small company to make money for projects. Your grades are also good, so you can follow them..."

"No, if I wanted to do a project, I would have done it long ago." Ye Linze continued to shake his head, his face even worse, "I don't want others to give alms."

"This is not a charity, and they are not a charity person." Sister Sanyi disagreed and was completely incomprehensible to Ye Linze's strange self-esteem.

"It would be even more terrible if they do charity." Ye Linze sneered, "How many private charities are fuel-efficient lamps?"

Sister Sanyi was speechless. After a while, she was angry and said, "Then whatever you want."

He said that and turned around and left.

But after a while, he turned around and didn't look at him. He looked straight ahead and said, "I don't know if you believe in metaphysics."

Ye Linze: “…”

This topic jumps too fast and he can't keep up.

"...If you believe me, you can come to one of my roommates and ask her to tell you a fortune. She still has some skills." Sister Sanyi said calmly.

Although Wen Yinuo did not talk too much about her family's situation, people who were familiar with her, such as Sister Sanyi and Mad Girl, knew that she had an uncle who was a great master, and she also learned a few tricks from her uncle.

Sister Sanyi heard from the mad girl that Wen Yinuo’s fortune is accurate.

Ye Linze's gloomy mood all night was resolved by Sister Sanyi's words.

He laughed and shook his head, "I know your roommates, are they Zhou Mengjun or the mad girl? Why did I never know who they can tell fortunes?"

"It's not them." Sister Sanyi turned around, "It's the little girl who said just now that you shouldn't be said to be a poor student. Her name is Wen Yinuo."

Ye Linze was slightly stunned.

To be honest, he really has a good feeling for Wen Yinuo.

Not to mention anything else, she saw through his persistence at first glance, and she also knew how to maintain his pitiful self-esteem.

Ye Linze then silently followed Sister Sanyi.

Sister Sanyi returned to the private room and did not close the door at will.

Not long after, Ye Linze also came in.

I was still wearing the unified uniform of the restaurant, but I didn’t have the same anger as before.

He lifted a small round stool in the corner of the wall, sat between Sister Sanyi and the Mad Girl, poured a glass of juice himself, held it up and said to Shu Zhan and Mad Girl, "Congratulations."

Shu Zhan smiled and nodded, "That's right. Come on, we're just a little white? No one wants to drive today, right?"

Xiao Yiyuan smiled and said, "No one here drives except you."

Wen Yinuo: "!!!"

Xiao Yiyuan! I know you are driving! And I still have evidence!

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