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Chapter 223 Cheng Qingyi, now I want to eat soft rice

Early the next morning.

The quiet mountain village is like being poured into a bucket of boiling water.

The whole Qingyang Village was boiling.

After all the guests got up, they saw a series of small stalls on Qingyang Village Road as soon as they left the room.

Mu Rufeng rubbed his eyes, "Damn, did I have hallucinations because I didn't wake up?"

Shu Ying came out from behind and was a little shocked to see the outside.

But unlike Mu Rufeng, she just said, "This is what the director said about going out to buy things in Qingyang Village once a week."

Mu Rufeng sniffed, "It smells so good."

"really."

Shuying nodded in agreement.

"Didn't the director say that the program team doesn't care about food today? Let's go buy something to eat?"

Most of the stalls sell food.

There are raw and cooked food.

Now Mu Rufeng is extremely fortunate that he didn't spend the 50 yuan.

Anyway, he's a big man, so let's just stink.

It is fragrant and cannot be eaten as a meal.

Shuying replied with a smile, "Okay."

Nan Qiao held 50 yuan in his hand, and asked very proudly, "Cheng Qingyi, what do you want to eat? I invite you."

"Can you eat anything?"

"Of course." Nan Qiao showed him the money in his hand.

Seeing her smiling happily, Cheng Qingyi couldn't help but raise his lips and praise her, "Amazing."

"Is this considered nurturing?"

Nan Qiao raised her eyebrows and glanced at him, "Okay, Cheng Qingyi, you are amazing, now I want to eat soft food."

"Yeah." I wanted to eat for a long time.

There was an old woman with sharp eyes, she stepped back when she walked past two people, and looked at Nan Qiao in surprise.

"Oh, isn't this the girl from last time? Why are you here?"

Before the aunt's hand reached Nan Qiao, Cheng Qingyi quickly pulled Nan Qiao to her side.

Followed by the indifference in the eyes.

He still remembers this aunt.

When he was in the neighboring village, he wanted to introduce her Goudan to the woman Nan Qiao knew.

The aunt didn't care about it, she retracted her hand again, still looking at people with a smile.

This girl looks really gratifying.

I just don't know how people raise them.

Nan Qiao pointed to the photographer who just came over, "Ma'am, we're taking pictures here."

Anyway, even if she doesn't say much, the aunt will know if she chats with others a few more times.

"Shooting a show? Isn't that going to be on TV?"

"Girl, if I get photographed, can I also be on TV?"

"My dear mother, the ancestral grave is really smoking. I have lived most of my life, and I can still be on TV."

Nan Qiao was dumbfounded by her words.

"Girl, I'll take you to see our stall and walk around."

The aunt was very enthusiastic, and the girl she was called just now became a daughter directly.

The aunt introduced to her as she walked, and Nan Qiao and Cheng Qingyi followed her beside her.

Da Niang's village is called Ping'an Village.

Ping'an Village has been selling things in Qingyang Village for many years.

"Mother, why did Ping'an Village come to Qingyang Village to buy things?"

Both are small mountain villages with close distances, but the villages look different.

Qingyang Village does not go out to buy things, but buys from neighboring villages.

"I don't know about that either." The aunt looked around and made sure that it was a distance that no one else could hear. Then she sneaked closer to Nan Qiao and said in a low voice:

"I heard that people in Qingyang Village can only move around in the village and cannot leave the village, otherwise something will happen."

After the aunt finished speaking, she straightened up, "Actually, I heard this from others, so I don't know if it's true or not."

"Thank you for telling me, ma'am."

The aunt's mouth was even more joyful, "Hey, why are you being so polite, my stall is in front, I'll take you there to have a look."

"Fucking bitch—"

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