A Young Woman's Heart

"Hehe, no need~" Hua Yinyin immediately blinked again and started to act coy once more.

Mo Xueyao couldn't help but roll her eyes. Just as she was about to say something, Duanmu Bi walked to the table with a tray in one hand: "Come on, come on~ your fried chicken burgers and fries combo are here. If you've finished your cola, come to me for more. Drinks are free here!"

"Thank you, Sister Duanmu~" Wang Jiale said sweetly.

"You're too kind. I've been asking you to take care of my younger brother all this time!"

"Don't worry, we've always taken good care of him!" Hua Yinyin began to lie through her teeth.

Mo Xueyao immediately felt a little embarrassed.

"Ah, cough, thank you, thank you. Okay, okay, we can eat now. Didn't Yinyin say we'd talk while we eat? Tell me, what is it?" She picked up a French fry, put it in her mouth without dipping it in ketchup, and the crispy texture made her squint her eyes.

The first few fries are the best, crispy on the outside and soft and chewy on the inside. The later ones can get greasy if you don't have ketchup.

Mo Xiaoxiao, who was helping out inside, also moved a chair and sat down next to her younger sister, joining in with a light laugh.

Yu Shu sat right next to Li Wanyan. With so many people crammed onto one table, she felt a little awkward. She carefully picked up a chicken nugget and ate it in small bites. Judging by her posture, she could probably eat it for an hour.

“Look, after school starts, it’ll be senior year. We’ll definitely be very busy then. Even if we can still practice in the band room, we definitely won’t have much time to go out and have fun…” Hua Yinyin took a sip of cola, her expression changing from a light smile to a serious one. “So, shouldn’t we do something during the last few days of summer vacation?”

Mr. Xue, who was standing to the side, picked up the Rubik's Cube that Wang Jiale had thrown on the table: "Hold a concert?"

"The problem is, where's the venue?" Mo Xueyao picked up a hamburger, took a small bite, and choked from the spiciness. "Cough cough...uh cough...who ordered this hamburger? It's so spicy!"

"Me." Mr. Xue grinned, revealing his white teeth, and placed the solved Rubik's Cube on the table.

"Hiss, ha..." Mo Xueyao tore off the piece she had bitten and put it in her mouth, saying indistinctly, "This is too spicy. Phew, I didn't bite into the rest, here you go."

"Well, so, we can do street performances!" Hua Yinyin picked up a hamburger.

Mo Xueyao immediately slapped her hand: "That one's cod, right? It's mine!"

"Isn't it good that I'll help you get it?"

"whispering sound--"

Wang Jiale was eating a fried chicken leg, her little hands already covered in grease: "Speaking of which, tomorrow is Qixi Festival."

"That's right~! Tomorrow is Qixi Festival! So, let's go perform on the street! Tonight~ How about it! Let's go crazy one last time before school starts." Hua Yinyin said with great anticipation.

"You're quite self-aware." Mo Xueyao stuffed a French fry into Hua Yinyin's mouth, and the latter squinted her eyes and chewed as if she were eating some kind of delicacy.

"Hehe~"

"No, it's too much trouble to move my drum set around..." Mo Zhuyou was enjoying the hamburger her sister was feeding her. She would take a bite, and her sister would take a bite. The two looked very close.

"Use a car!"

"Taking a taxi is too expensive."

"Then—I'll pay!"

"But it's such a hassle to pack it up and put it away."

"Hey, hey!" Hua Yinyin couldn't help but raise her voice a little. Wang Jiale laughed and covered her mouth: "Okay, okay, Youyou, just agree with Yinyin, otherwise she definitely won't give up."

Yu Shu said timidly, "I...I dare not..."

"There's not much difference between performing on the street and performing at school, right? In fact, there are more people performing at school."

“On the street…and on the school…it’s not the same…” Just imagining it made Yu Shu feel embarrassed. Her face turned bright red, and her forehead even seemed to be steaming.

"It's okay, there are so many people here, they won't all be looking at you!"

"Don't worry, Xiao Yu Shu. You can stand next to the drummer if you want," Wang Jiale comforted her with a smile.

"Or maybe some wine..." Hua Yinyin had only said half of her sentence when Li Wanyan stuffed a chicken leg into her mouth, almost making her choke.

"So it's all set? A street performance?" Mo Xueyao picked up a lettuce leaf that had fallen on the table and stuffed it into her mouth, making a crunching sound.

“I’m fine with it.” Wang Jiale raised her greasy little hand.

"Hmm... I'll join too..." Mo Zhuyou took a sip from the straw her sister handed her; the cup contained juice. "Hmph, after all, a band might not be able to function without a drummer~"

"Tch, you're getting all smug now." Mo Xueyao taunted, then looked at Mr. Xue, "Xiao Xue, you..."

Mr. Xue was standing to the side, chewing on a very spicy hamburger, panting heavily from the spiciness, sweat pouring down his face.

"Hiss—ha—ha—ha—"

It seems like he was really suffering from the spiciness.

Duanmu Ji, who came over from the front desk, handed him a full glass of cola, looking both amused and somewhat helpless.

Mr. Xue nodded his thanks, took the cola and drank half of it in one gulp before he finally felt better.

But his tongue was still not very fluent, and he stammered: "I, no, no, ha...asked...questions."

"Xiaoxue, if you can't eat spicy food, then don't eat it..."

"Try it occasionally."

"You really are curious about everything..." Mo Xueyao shook her head helplessly, while Li Wanyan beside her couldn't help but chuckle.

Mr. Xue's tolerance for spicy food is probably not as high as Mo Xueyao's; at least she hasn't been so spicy that even drinking cola can't relieve it.

Seeing that everyone had agreed to participate, Hua Yinyin immediately turned her excited gaze to Yu Shu—who was still eating a chicken leg without taking a bite.

"I...I...um...really...do I really have to go?"

"Yes!" Mo Xueyao and Hua Yinyin nodded vigorously in unison, and even Mr. Xue nodded in agreement.

Uh... he was really suffering from the spiciness, and a few drops of saliva uncontrollably dripped from the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, fine..." She blushed and lowered her head, and even more steam seemed to rise from her forehead.

"Then, where?" Mo Xueyao asked another important question.

"Won't too many people affect traffic?" Hua Yinyin pinched the chicken leg with one hand and took it out of her mouth.

Mo Zhuyou looked at her older sister: "Normally, places with night markets are fine, right?"

"But what if there are too many people watching and it disrupts traffic?" Hua Yinyin was still a little worried.

Mo Xueyao didn't seem to care: "Tch, let's see if anyone comes to see us first..."

"Then let's choose a street in the suburbs?" Wang Jiale also offered suggestions. She only just realized that Mr. Xue had already solved the Rubik's Cube. "Wow, hey, Xiaoxue, how did you do that?!"

"Yes, there is a mnemonic." Mr. Xue finally finished his extra-spicy burger. "Won't it be too deserted in a place a bit more suburban?"

"Yeah, what if the atmosphere isn't there anymore..."

"How about changing it to a rural performance?" Mo Zhuyou's eyes lit up. "Let's go to our place! It's quiet and spacious, and we can play under the stars. How wonderful!"

“Mmm!” Yu Shu nodded vigorously in agreement with the suggestion.

"No, no, let's do it in the countryside next time. What's the point of a performance if nobody watches it? Let's do it in the city! Is there a night market near Xiaoyao's house?"

"Of course, as long as it doesn't rain, it's lively every night."

"Let's go near Xiaoyao's house then, tomorrow night! Hmm—let's start at six! Let's get there early to prepare, okay?"

"it is good!"

"Xiaoxue is really energetic today..." Mo Xueyao chuckled and picked up another French fry.

Chapter 89 Performing at the Night Market (Part 1)

Street scene at dusk.

The sun is setting.

The sanitation worker swept away the last few pieces of waste newspaper with his broom, then picked up a flyer on the ground that read "Big Sale on Discounts" and threw it into the tricycle garbage truck behind him.

"Thump, thump." He knocked hard, as if trying to shake the trash stuck to the dustpan off.

The sky was still quite bright, but a few vendors pushing tricycles had already appeared sporadically along the roadside.

Some of them had already started setting up stalls, while others had simply reserved a spot on the sidewalk but weren't in a hurry to start; instead, they were eating their dinners, which they had brought from home.

The bus, with two braid-like antennas on its roof, stopped in the middle of the road, instantly making the once clear road congested.

The bus driver had already gotten off the bus and was standing to the side looking up at the antenna that had derailed from the power line. A small yellow electric scooter quickly passed through the traffic and stopped beside the vehicle. Two men in work clothes took out tools and slowly reattached the antenna to the power line.

Trams like these occasionally encounter this situation, especially when turning, which is very troublesome.

Therefore, even in Hangzhou, there are not many such buses, and they generally operate on relatively fixed and easy-to-travel routes.

The cars behind honked their horns as they followed the other vehicles, weaving through the narrower side lane.

Some people, seeing that it was getting too difficult to move, simply stopped in front of Mo Xueyao's fruit shop and bought something—most of them wanted cigarettes.

The power lines on the utility pole were tangled together in a chaotic mess. Several sparrows landed on them, chirping and tilting their heads frame by frame, as if they were having a heated conversation with their companions.

The buses with antennas were finally back on track, and within minutes the road was clear again.

There aren't many cars; only one or two drive by occasionally.

Across the street, a middle-aged man sat on his tricycle, smoking an old-fashioned pipe.

On his tricycle, some inexpensive electronic products were neatly arranged.

At the bottom is a palm-sized cassette player, and a little above that is a cassette player with two large speakers; the long antenna indicates that it also has a radio function.

Further up, there are some small televisions with screens only about ten inches in size.

Although the screen is small, it is quite large and looks very solid.

The one on top is the biggest, and it's a color TV. The stall owner has connected the cable from the shop next door and is using it to play cartoons.

There were four antennas, and the signal was exceptionally good, with clear sound and picture.

A few children passed by and couldn't help but stop and gather around.

After all, not every household had a television in this day and age.

When Mo Xueyao passed by this stall carrying her electronic keyboard, she couldn't help but take a few more glances.

The TV was showing an animated series called "I'm Crazy for Singing," which had just started airing this month. Mo Xueyao had watched one episode on TV, and the plot was quite good.

But since I don't have time to watch every episode, I just wrote it down and plan to rent the complete series on DVD to watch at home when it ends.

Anyway, now that we have a DVD player at home, it's very convenient to watch DVDs, and we don't have to go all the way to my godfather's house anymore.