1148 A Retard
Upon seeing this, Cult Master Ding quickly chased after her to grasp her small hand. "Qiaoqiao, you're hungry, is that it."
How would Qiao Mu know what kind of sensation hunger was right now?
Her actions were completely controlled by instinct.
Seeing Cult Master Ding running up to her, Qiao Mu suddenly looked up at him. Although she was still expressionless, it was an adorkable display in Cult Master Ding's eyes instead.
Immediately afterwards, he saw her yanking his sleeve with her two jade-white fingers.
"Why are you tugging on our young sir's sleeve?" Baoyan pushed away her hand in irritation. "Shoo, shoo, shoo. Don't pester our young sir."
Qiao Mu merely swept a glance at her with her stoic face. Afterwards, she turned her small head and continued to look at Morning Cloud Restaurant.
The little fellow blinked her large eyes, showing an adorable yearning look. Cult Master Ding hurriedly asked, "You're hungry, right? You want to eat, is that it? If you respond to me, I will bring you inside."
How would Qiao Mu know what the hell he was saying.
This Cult Master Ding once again tragically did not receive any response. Involuntarily letting out a low sigh, he could only say, "Alright, let's go in then."
He wasn't hoping that this lil' blockhead would have any response.
In any case, she didn't seem to have liked him all along!
"Young Sir." Baoyan pulled at his hand and rolled her eyes, pleading, "Please spare me, Young Sir! Look at that dull-witted appearance, not to mention she doesn't even know how to speak. She must be a retarded young lady."
When he recalled how wooden Qiao Mu was when he first saw her, Cult Master Ding's heart couldn't help but clench. She could neither see nor speak, and she was expressionless in her interaction with other things and people, like a moving jade sculpture.
"It has nothing to do with you." Cult Master Ding raised his hand, but before he could grab the little lady's hand, he saw her turn and walk into Morning Cloud Restaurant.
"Baoyan, go back first. Return to the manor and tell my mother that I am too busy to go back in the short term." Perhaps Cult Master Ding also felt that his words were a bit inappropriate, so he involuntarily knitted his brows as he added, "Tell her that I will surely go back to visit her soon."
"But Young Sir, you promised Old Madam before…"
Without waiting for Baoyan to finish speaking, Ding Yun chased after the little lady into Morning Cloud Restaurant.
Baoyan gazed at her family's young sir deeply. After watching him rushing inside the restaurant, she also stomped her foot and followed inside.
"Ah, Young Sir, Young Miss, what would you like to eat? This shop does not accept mystic currency, only medicinal materials or forging materials black-rank or above." Morning Cloud Restaurant's young waiter greeted with a smile.
He had truly made a big profit today! This young beauty that was like an ice sculpture simply took people by pleasant surprise. The young waiter quickly wiped down the table and the chairs again and called for the little beauty to sit down.
The middle-aged man eating noodles at the adjacent table also showed a fantastic reaction. He just stared blankly at Qiao Mu with a strand of noodle hanging from his mouth.
"What are you looking at." Ding Yun glared at him, making that middle-aged man shrink his neck and retract his gaze.
Qiao Mu also gave a hilarious response. She, too, turned her head aside to look at that middle-aged man, but in reality, she was looking at the bowl of noodles in front of him.
Ding Yun tilted his head and looked at the little one in front of him with a grin. He tossed a piece of forging material to the waiter. "Two bowls of noodles."
"Alrighty!" The young waiter happily went to make preparations.
Soon, two piping bowls of noodles were served up. Ding Yun creased his brows as he swept a glance at Baoyan, who was standing on the side. "Why haven't you gone?"
