1925 The Real World 14

There are many people who sign up, and the money they receive is much higher than the normal banquet. In fact, not only do they not lose money, but they will make money.

The boy Mo raised his small head and said softly, "Mother, let's sign up too."

Bei Yutang was about to take out the money, Xiao Mo'er bowed to the chubby little hand, "I have it here."

"Go then."

Xiao Mo'er got the order, stepped on her short legs, and ran to the registration office. However, the others were small and there were many people at the registration office, which directly drowned him. Xiao Mo'er was not in a hurry, just lined up behind them.

Just when it was Xiao Mo'er's turn, a book boy dressed in silk satin inserted directly in front of Xiao Mo'er and put the silver on the table.

Xiao Mo'er tugged at the other party's sleeve, raised her head, and said with a serious face, "Now it's my turn, you should line up behind me."

The book boy looked down and saw that he was only a half-old baby boy, "What are you doing here, a little brat, hurry up and go home to find your mother."

Xiao Mo'er frowned slightly, and said solemnly with a sullen face: "I'm here to sign up, you should stand behind me."

The boy laughed when he heard that he was here to sign up, "You? You're the only one here to sign up? Do you know the characters? Don't think that you can pass the test if you know the thousand-character script."

The sarcasm could not be concealed in the boy's tone.

Xiao Mo'er gave him a cold look and ignored him, but walked up to the registered middle-aged man and handed over his money, "Sir, I want to sign up."

When the middle-aged man saw him, there was a flash of surprise in his eyes. Seeing Xiao Mo'er carved in pink and jade, he was cute and tight, and his tone of voice became softer unconsciously, "What about your adults? Do they agree?"

Without waiting for Xiao Mo'er to answer, the book boy felt that he was being ignored, and said angrily: "What can he do here as a kid, don't listen to him. Hurry up and register my young master's name, we will The young master is still waiting for me to go back."

The middle-aged man also felt that it was the children who ran over to play and said softly, "Go back and find your family."

He handed the silver back to Xiao Mo'er.

Xiao Mo'er didn't take the money, her beautiful black eyes stared at him, and asked word by word, "Sir, does the restaurant have a rule that people under the age of registration are not allowed?"

The middle-aged man was stunned, "This, this is not."

"Since there is none, why did you want to refund my money?" Xiao Mo'er tilted her head and looked at him with blinking eyes.

The middle-aged man was asked, "If that's the case, then I'll write down your name. What's your name?"

"Mu Zimo, Mu Xiu Yulin's wood, Linzi Fengchu, the pen is full of ink; Jiangmen Huzi, the word of Zimo is full of ink." Xiao Mo'er still remembers when her mother named herself this every word of the name.

The middle-aged man exclaimed, "Good name."

The book boy only felt that he was completely ignored. This kind of neglect made him feel that he was not valued.

"Hmph, it's just a name. No matter how good the name is, it can't win this game."

The middle-aged man and Xiao Mo'er glanced at him and ignored him.

Seeing that they ignored him, the boy didn't get angry, and his voice suddenly became higher and sharper, "You should move faster."

Xiao Mo'er took the number plate from the middle-aged man, gave him a slight salute, and prepared to leave.