"So that's the case, it makes sense... will you keep riding?" Although Bai Youmo said that, he thought in his heart that rich people have nothing to do.

"Just ride along this road. I remember there should be a village ahead." Ye Xiaoyue said.

"Village?" Bai Youmo had no impression of this, maybe because he didn't pay much attention to the situation outside when he was sitting in the car yesterday.

"If there is a village, there is a place to eat breakfast. When I was a child, my mother took me to the village and ate breakfast there once. Now I remember it." Ye Xiaoyue recalled the past. For Ye Xiaoyue, this should have been a long time ago. I still remember it for such a long time, and I must have been very impressed.

"You..." Bai Youmo originally wanted to ask Ye Xiaoyue's mother about something, but she was afraid of reveling Ye Xiaoyue's past. If this past is unhappy, then what else is there to know? Why not ask.

"What am I?" asked Ye Xiaoyue, who was sitting behind the bicycle.

"It's nothing, that breakfast is probably delicious, right?" Bai Youmo asked.

"Yeah, it's not bad." Ye Xiaoyue thought about it and replied.

"I won't remember it for so long if it's not delicious..." Bai Youmo said with a smile.

"The main reason is that there are mother's memories in it." Ye Xiaoyue said again.

"…Uh…” Bai Youmo replied awkwardly. The taste of food may be memorable, but it is far less than the scene of eating breakfast together by his family.

After riding for about half an hour, Bai Youmo finally saw some townhouses.

Most of the houses are one-story brick and tile houses, and some are not painted.

"I remember it should be there." Ye Xiaoyue pointed to a two-story building not far away.

"It seems that this breakfast business is good. Most of them are first-story cottages, but this one has two floors." Bai Youmo said in his heart.

Bai Youmo parked his car at the door of this house. The roads in the village were still dirt roads. Fortunately, the weather is good today and I won’t step on the mud.

"Oh? A foreigner?" A bald old man was busy at the stall at the door. The stall was actually a wooden table, and several bamboo poles set up a piece of rag to prevent wind.

"Why can this old man tell at once that I am a foreigner?" Bai Youmo thought in his mind.

"Old man, how do you know that we are foreigners?" Ye Xiaoyue, who was dissatisfied with the world, asked.

"Because you dress like the people in the city, are you here for an outing, right?" said the bald old man with a smile.

The old man smiled very kindly.

"Yes, come here to breathe fresh air." Ye Xiaoyue said, and at the same time he also solved the question in Bai Youmo's heart. This is the intention of guarding others outside.

"So that's it." Bai Youmo secretly blamed himself for being too cautious.

"What to eat?" asked the bald old man with a smile.

"Ask." Ye Xiaoyue said.

"Anyway, Xiaoyue is not here to eat, what she eats is a memory." Bai Youmo thought to himself, so he ordered some casually.

"There are only some rice noodles... Today is not a day to go to the market, and I didn't prepare too much." said the bald old man.

"What's cooking on the pot over there?" Bai Youmo asked. He had long remembered the bad situation around him.

The bald old man looked over and said, "That's some millet porridge I cooked for my wife."

"Don't you sell it?" Bai Youmo asked.

The bald old man was stunned, looking a little embarrassed, and said, "That was cooked for my wife."

The bald old man naturally won’t sell it anymore.

"Then eat some rice noodles." Ye Xiaoyue saw that the bald old man was embarrassed, so she had to give up, although she had no idea how she wanted to drink porridge.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!