Chapter 339: A woman chasing a man, separated by a layer of gauze

Recently, a woman had been coming to the State-run Restaurant. Every time she came, she ordered a bowl of noodles and didn't want anything else, just staring straight at Old Mo for a long time.

In the back kitchen, Dahai and Xiao Hai were busy cooking, occasionally glancing at their master.

"What are you looking at? Why aren't you doing your work properly?"

Old Mo saw the little looks from his two apprentices and glared at them unhappily.

"Hehe, Master, do you know the person outside?"

"Yeah, Master, that person outside has been coming for several days."

Dahai and Xiao Hai were already very familiar with their master and didn't take his scolding to heart; instead, they teased him a bit.

Old Mo took a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and grumbled:

"Go, go, go, children shouldn't meddle in adult matters."

"Got it, got it."

Dahai nodded, signaling his younger brother not to ask anymore; their master was annoyed.

In his heart, however, he thought that if the person outside was pursuing their master, and their master could find a partner, he and his brother would support it.

Anyway, they brothers had no other relatives; their master would be their closest person in the future.

If there was a mistress, they brothers would be filial together...

Old Mo leaned against the pillar smoking, his gaze calmly falling on the woman eating noodles outside through the door curtain.

This woman was really difficult to deal with. He had already told her he wasn't looking for a partner and didn't want to get married, so why did she keep coming to his shop to eat?

Don't think that just because she came every day and looked at him like that, he would soften his heart.

Thinking of his brother Zhou Yan's fate, he felt that marriage wasn't actually such a wonderful thing.

He even doubted how this woman had taken a fancy to him?

He had no money, and he wasn't very handsome.

Busy in the kitchen with heavy oil and smoke every day, covered in grease and sweat—if he were a woman, he wouldn't take a fancy to himself like this.

Outside at the restaurant table, the woman who had finished her bowl of plain noodles put down her chopsticks and took a handkerchief from her pocket to wipe the corners of her mouth.

Her clear eyes scanned the restaurant window, and after not seeing the man she wanted to see, she lowered her eyes with some disappointment.

It had been a month, and that man still didn't treat her well.

She didn't know if her persistence was correct, but whenever she remembered that last month, when he helped her in time when she was being followed and chased away those people with ulterior motives, her heart would thump, like a deer bumping around.

She had never felt moved by another man; she only knew that when she saw him descend like a god to save the beauty, she had secretly given her heart to him.

After inquiring from many sources, she learned that he was the cook at this State-run Restaurant, so she would come over from time to time to eat a bowl of noodles, trying to strike up a conversation and get to know him.

Perhaps her intentions were too obvious; during this time, he was very repulsed by her and deliberately kept his distance.

Was it really too forced? A woman as ordinary and plain as her couldn't catch his eye...

The woman stood up disappointedly and left the restaurant; she still had work to do in the afternoon and couldn't stay any longer.

After the woman left, Old Mo threw the cigarette butt in his mouth to the ground and crushed it with his toe.

His tongue was numb with the smell of tobacco. Clearly, the person had left, and he should be very happy, but his heart felt inexplicably disappointed.

Shaking the unrealistic thoughts out of his head, he stepped out of the door curtain to collect the bowls and chopsticks.

Suddenly, he saw a blue handkerchief on the table and immediately realized it was left behind by that woman. He picked up the handkerchief and went out to chase after her.

Dahai saw this scene from behind, shook his head, and laughed:

"Our mistress might be settled."

His master said he didn't care and didn't want to get married or take a wife, but he saw that this woman was very persistent, coming to the restaurant to eat noodles for a month in a row.

His master's words went from initial disgust to later helplessness, and now to occasional peeking—he was clearly soft-hearted and moved, but he was still stubborn.

"Brother, what are you saying?"

Xiao Hai came out with a rag, saw his master's back as he ran out, and was a bit confused. Hearing his brother say this, he was even more confused.

"Nothing, hurry up and clean up the hygiene. We need to be quick and diligent, you know?"

Dahai looked at his ignorant brother and suddenly laughed, unable to stop muttering, deepening his brother's impression.

Master, he was really too good!

If it weren't for Master taking them in, giving them a bowl of rice to eat, and letting them fill their stomachs and keep warm, they would have starved to death or frozen to death outside long ago.

Such a good master deserved for them brothers to provide for his old age!

Cough cough, this master was still young and in his prime!

If he married a mistress, hmm, maybe he could even have a junior brother, and they would treat the junior brother well too!

Hmm, of course, if it was a junior sister, they would also like her very much and would take care of her, treating her like a biological sister.

Without Old Mo knowing, his eldest apprentice had already started fantasizing about his married life...

"Wait, you dropped your things."

Old Mo chased for a few minutes and finally caught up to the woman who was rushing to her unit.

The woman turned around in surprise, and after seeing it was Moli, her face immediately blossomed with a smile—

"Brother Mo, thank you, so my handkerchief was left at your place."

"You're welcome, but you'd better not come again in the future; it's not good for your reputation."

Moyan handed the handkerchief to the other party, and after saying this coldly, he turned to leave.

"Wait."

The woman called out to him, her eyes filled with a trace of sadness, then she pulled herself together and asked the question she had been wanting to ask:

"Brother Mo, I want to ask you, you don't have a partner, why can't you accept me? Is there something I'm not doing well enough?"

She felt that although she wasn't very beautiful, her appearance could be considered delicate.

She is 28 years old this year, and because of that reason, she has never dated or married to this day.

"Could it be, Brother Mo, that you dislike that I broke off an engagement, and my fiancé died accidentally, so you dislike that I'm a husband-killer?"

If that was the reason, she had nothing to say.

"Hmm, it's not like that. I enjoy my single life, and I've already taken in two apprentices; they will provide for my old age. As for getting married, I think it's a very troublesome thing. I don't want to get married, I don't want to be bound by marriage..."

Old Mo stopped and answered her question seriously.

Seeing the woman's sad face, he added:

"You are very good, you are very excellent, don't belittle yourself or doubt yourself because of those rumors."

After speaking, Old Mo felt relieved, suppressed the strangeness in his heart, showed a smile, and then turned and left.

It was just that he didn't see the light flash in the woman's eyes after hearing his words, making her even more convinced of her choice.

A woman chasing a man is separated by a layer of gauze; perhaps her method of pursuit was wrong. She would go back to her unit and ask for some advice from her female colleagues... ===== CHAPTER 340 =====