As for Fu Yuchen, he stood alone and was pulled back and forth by both sides. Previously, he thought that Mo Han was the person accompanying him, but now he realized that she was just a living creature below.

Fu Yu sank into a daze and waved his hand. He lowered his eyes and said to Mo Han, "I don't want to argue with you anymore. In short, I didn't intentionally lie to you. The scriptwriter was indeed found long ago. Before I left, I really didn't know that you were related to Qing He Zhen. You can think of anything else."

"In other words, you did know about Qinghe Town beforehand?" Mo Han raised her head and asked Fu Yuchen.

"This, this is a little twisted. I knew some stories about it before I went to Qinghe Town." '"But I didn't know that was the story of Qinghe Town. When I heard about those things, I didn't know that there was Qinghe Town at all. After I went there, I listened to many things with you. I felt more familiar with them and remembered that I knew about them before." Fu Yuchen said in a much louder tone, "But I didn't know that it was the story of Qinghe Town."

"Are you telling the truth?" Mo Han also calmed down a little. After listening to Fu Yuchen's words, she felt that it was a little strange.

"Of course it's true. Why should I lie to you?" Fu Yuchen wished he could swear by the heavens.

Mo Han sneered, "Haven't you lied to me yet? You tricked me into spinning around. Isn't that enough? To what extent can you be considered to be lying to me?"

"Why … did you tell me that I didn't lie to you? I didn't lie to you about one thing before. Even when I went to Qinghe Town, I really didn't match up the two things before I went." Fu Yuchen hurriedly explained. He was somewhat powerless. Why did he come back?

"Then when did you know?"

'"About that day when we went down the mountain, I told you that I thought the name Jiang Shaoyuan sounded familiar. Then, when I came back to search for him at night, I actually found a photo" Fu Yuchen saw what Mo Han was going to say and hurriedly added, "It was after you finished reading it and went back to rest!" I went on to read it myself. There was an article on a small website that contained a picture of him. It was taken by Jiang Shaoyuan about the time when the country was about to be established. At that time, he was already about to leave the country.

Then I looked at the photos and remembered that I knew him. "

"You know Jiang Shaoyuan!?" Mo Han's pupils were so shocked that she didn't even know how much she had dilated.

"Yes, you know, I was in country M, and then my neighbor there was an old man of Chinese descent. When I lived there, I was alone. When I was bored, I chat with him, and he told me some things.

"But what he said was very obscure. He wanted to tell other people's stories, and there, he didn't use the name Jiang Shaoyuan. Therefore, when I first heard the story of Little Man Great Aunt, I didn't expect it to be him."

"Don't call Little Man Great Aunt like that." Mo Han was still angry.

Fu Yuchen also felt that he should not provoke Mo Han now, so he followed her and said, "Alright, then what's my name? Granny Little Man, alright."

Mo Han gave him a reluctant expression and signaled for him to continue.

'"Jiang Shaoyuan's family has some photos of him when he was young. I've seen a picture of a woman before. Now it seems to be Little Man … Granny, Granny Little Man's photos are very well preserved by him. He often takes them out to see. And he is indeed always alone, without a wife or any descendants." Fu Yuchen tried to recall his neighbor's strange old man.

"Don't defend him. If he loves Little Man Great Aunt, then why did Little Man Great Aunt return to Qinghe Town?" Mo Han bit her lips and couldn't continue.

"No, you can't think that way. At that time, the world was so chaotic. There were many things that could cause a couple of lovers to not be together." Fu Yuchen spread out his hands and said.

"So, when you recognized Jiang Shaoyuan, you remembered the stories you heard before," Mo Han said with a shriveled mouth.

"Yes, I remembered the story he told me back then. I used to think that he was talking about another person, and in that story, it was said that Jiang Shaoyuan brought Little Granny Man out, and then the two of them emigrated together before the founding of the People's Republic. It was a happy ending." Fu Yuchen tried his best to recall. At that time, he did not feel at ease about what Jiang Shaoyuan said. Now that he recalled it, he could not remember many details clearly.

"Then his own business. He said that Granny Xiaoman was his wife. Then, he didn't say where Granny Xiaoman went. I thought that Granny Xiaoman might have passed away. He was too sad to say anything."

"Is he still alive?" Mo Han narrowed her eyes.

"Yes. Last month, my cousin went to M Country to borrow him from me. I even saw him." Fu Yuchen was afraid that Mo Han would get excited, so he hurriedly added, "Let's go to the old villa first. Let's see what we can find and then look for him. Cousin is still in M Country, so it's very convenient to return to my home."

"Alright."

When Fu Yuchen heard Mo Han agree, he heaved a sigh of relief. This crisis was too sudden and terrifying. Fortunately, Mo Han was able to remain calm and listen to his explanation. But there seems to be something else that hasn't been resolved?

Ah, TV drama, but it can't. Today, we finally managed to get together. We can't talk about it anymore. What if the volcano explodes again?

Mo Han noticed Fu Yuchen's dilemma and sighed, "Let's write the script for the TV play first. But first, after writing it, I have to read it. It's too much. I also have to have the right to revise and veto it."

"Of course, of course." Fu Yu didn't expect Mo Han to agree to this. "When the time comes, you will be a producer. Not only will you be a scriptwriter, a director, and an actress, you will have to do it even if you don't want to get involved."

"Yes, let's get to know more about it. It seems that it's still one-sided now." Mo Han whispered, "I really want to go now."

Early Saturday morning, Fu Yuchen arrived at the bottom of Mo Han's house, preparing to take her to breakfast and then go to the old villa area. He thought that Mo Han might get up early, so he specifically removed his morning run, packed up and drove over. But he didn't expect that Mo Han would be so impatient. When he came over, Mo Han was already standing downstairs.

"!!" Fu Yuchen unlocked the car door, and Mo Han sat up and greeted him, "Good morning, President Fu."

"Alright, have you eaten yet? It's not bad to have a restaurant next to yours." Fu Yuchen made a move, turned the steering wheel, and turned the car away.

"I have already eaten a piece of bread." Mo Han had no expression on her face. Fu Yuchen assured her with her years of experience that she was definitely nervous.

"That won't do. We don't know how long we'll be staying today. Come and have a meal with me. Also, there are people living in the old villa. It's so early now. If they don't get up, it's useless for us to go." Fu Yuchen advised her.

"Alright then. But there's no need to go to the shop that President Fu mentioned. Just this one. Count from the left and the third one will be good. It's convenient and affordable." Mo Han extended her hand to guide Fu Yuchen.

Fu Yuchen looked at the shop.

Mo Han looked at Fu Yuchen's defeat, but she was a little happy. She joked, "President Fu, come and experience the daily life of the hard-working masses as well. There's something special about it. What if it can inspire you?"

Fu Yuchen cursed in his heart, what inspiration could he have … ah, wouldn't this be very unhygienic? Let that group of playboys know that if I come to eat this kind of roadside stall, I will become a laughing stock in the industry.

But in the end, Fu Yuchen and Mo Han were still sitting on the chair of the store. Fu Yuchen looked at the oily table and secretly took a deep breath. He took out a tissue and wiped it. He was surprised to find that it was even brighter!

"I thought you might not know what to eat, so I decided to order." Mo Han returned with a tray full of them.

Fu Yuchen looked at the food Mo Han had transferred from the tray to the table and raised his eyebrows. He knew the fried dough sticks. That dish should be pickled vegetables. He also knew that, but that night in front of him, it was grey black. There were slices of beef, coriander, and some black soup on it.

Looking at Fu Yuchen staring at the soup, Mo Han smiled and explained to him, "This is a kind of breakfast soup from the north. It's called grits. There are eggs, beef, coriander and other spicy seasonings in it, so it tastes a little spicy. The soup is stuffed from the old vat, so there are some black spots. You can try it and have a bowl of happiness in the morning."

After hearing this, Fu Yuchen felt that he didn't dare to shout anymore, Old Jar? Hot mouth? However, Mo Han held her cheeks and looked at him with bright eyes. Fu Yuchen felt that he could not lose to this little gritty soup.

Fu Yuchen closed his eyes and bowed his head to drink. Mo Han stopped him,

"Hey, don't drink it first. This is your first time drinking Linyi Grits Soup. You may not be able to stand it. Eat some fried dough sticks first, and then drink it slowly."

Fu Yuchen listened to Mo Han's words and ate a mouthful of oil before tasting a mouthful of grits soup.

"Hiss!"

Fu Yuchen's eyes widened as he looked at Mo Han. This grits soup was indeed spicy. It wasn't as spicy as chili pepper, but rather, it felt like pepper and the like had suddenly burned. The first time it came out, it really made people want to curse. Was this something they should have for breakfast? ? However, when he swallowed it, he discovered that it was exceptionally fragrant. It was a unique flavor that could only be produced by the Z Country. It was the wisdom of the Z people in eating for thousands of years. It made people want to take another bite, another bite.

Fu Yuchen's expression changed. He lowered his head and took another bite. This time, it was no longer that spicy. After getting used to it, the spicy mouth was only one of the flavors. Mo Han was still smiling at the side. After watching him start drinking one after another, she opened her mouth and said.

"Now, after you accept it, we can officially eat it. Break the fried dough sticks into pieces and soak them in gritted soup. When the gritted soup fuses into the fried dough sticks, a chopstick of fried dough sticks is the time for the food to dance on the tip of the tongue." Mo Han said vividly as she stretched out her hand and took out a pair of disposable gloves. "I don't think you're used to it, and it's not convenient for us either. So I specifically asked for gloves and brought this to break the oil stick."

Fu Yuchen really believed in Mo Han this time. He put on his gloves and followed Mo Han's steps. Judging by the size of her breaks, he also followed suit. After breaking it off, take off your gloves and press it down with your chopsticks. Then pick up a stick of oil, open your mouth wide and eat it.

It was delicious! Grits soup washed away the greasy feeling of the fried dough sticks, and the fried dough sticks gave the grits soup a bit of physical feeling, alleviating the spicy taste. It was really the best partner Fu Yuchen had ever seen besides the traditional fried dough sticks and soybean milk, no! In the future, grits soup would be the best served with fried sticks.

Before he entered the store, even before he entered, Fu Yuchen had resisted this strange and terrifying food, but now …

It smells good!

The two of them sat quietly and ate breakfast. No one spoke, but the atmosphere was exceptionally harmonious. After they finished eating, they were still somewhat unsatisfied.

Fu Yuchen looked at the empty bowl and hesitated for a moment before saying to Mo Han, "How about another bowl?"

Mo Han looked at the bowl and puzzled as she pulled out her eyes. "No, I've already ordered a large bowl for you. Don't you feel full after eating something like grits soup? Come on, let's go. I've already paid for it."

"Alright then." Fu Yuchen decided to go out to eat with Mo Han next time. Whether it was Mo Han or dinner, it was very satisfying for him.

The old villa belonged to the center of the city. Fortunately, it was the weekend when the two of them passed by fairly quickly. Back then, this place was a gathering place for Germans, F-men, and other Europeans. The layout was very orderly, and the house numbers were very obvious. According to the address on the envelope, the two of them searched all the way and soon saw the small western building.