Murong Jianghe's words made Murong Chi froze for a moment.

He asked Murong Jianghe somewhat uncertainly.

"Father, are you saying that I really want to compete with those untouchables in the future?"

In the past, once he talked about these things with Murong Jianghe.

Murong Jianghe would directly let himself go to the housekeeper and cut off all the funds to support the Wumeng.

In this way, the vice president of the Wumeng League would quickly run over to intercede that afternoon.

But today his father didn't let him go to find a housekeeper.

Aware of Murong Chi's suspicious gaze, Murong Jianghe said with a sigh.

"Chi'er, I will teach you a truth today. You can be as arrogant as you can when you hold on to the enemy's lifeline."

"But when the lifeline in your hand becomes an irrelevant hair, there is no need to continue to use it."

"Because not only will it not make them soft, but it will completely anger each other."

Murong Chi withdrew with doubtful eyes.

In the study, Murong Jianghe quietly played with himself.

"Lin Mo, what will you do next?"

Muttering voices echoed in the study.

The current power holder of the Murong family is not playing against himself at all.

Instead, use Haifang City as the chessboard and everyone as the chess pieces.

Murong Jianghe was constantly analyzing and reasoning about what Lin Mo would do next.

...

On the snack street in Haifang City, Lin Mo was walking with the excited prince.

The prince held all kinds of snacks and snacks in his hands.

"Boss, boss, look at this face man, it's so realistic."

Suddenly, the prince squatted in front of a small stall and shouted to Lin Mo.

Lin Mo turned his head and saw that there were many lifelike little people on the stall.

Monkey King, Zhu Bajie, Tang Sanzang...

These are some of the children's favorite images.

The stall owner is an old man who is in his sixtieth year, wearing a pair of reading glasses and looking at the two of them with a smile.

"Young man, if you don't like it, you can also order one. It's all the same price."

The old man's words made the prince suddenly interested and said directly.

"Sir, see if you can help me pinch one or two people."

The prince furtively glanced at Lin Mo, who was inexplicably absent-minded.

He put his head in the ear of the stall owner and said some whispers.

A smile appeared on the old man's face, and he replied to the prince, "No problem."

The colorful dough quickly changed into various strips under the old man's hands.

The crown prince almost had a golden light in his eyes. It was the first time he saw this kind of thing, and he was full of curiosity.

"Old man, how many years have you been this noodle man?"

The old man's hands kept moving, and at the same time he responded to the prince.

"I have been learning Noodles for more than fifty years. When I met Noodles, I was exactly like you, full of curiosity."

"Then why did you learn this?"

The old man's eyes flashed with memories, and his tone was full of indescribable emotions.

"Because of her."

The prince immediately understood that this old gentleman also seemed to be a person with a story.

The prince did not continue to ask questions, in case it touched the sadness of others.

"Okay boy, here it is."

The old man picked up two wooden sticks and stuck them under the face man, and then handed them to the prince.

"Thank you."

The prince held the face man in his hand with a sly smile on his face.

On the two bamboo sticks are two small noodle figures combined together.

One is that the Q-like prince put his hand on the Q-like Lin Mo's shoulder and looked relieved, like a big brother.

The other is a Q-like Lin Mo holding the Q-like prince with his hands with a handsome face.

"What did you buy?"

Lin Mo also came back from his absence. JrNovels.com