After the noodle shop closed in the afternoon, Shen Qingqing went to the clothing store and bought new clothes and shoes for Fang Zhenshan and He respectively.
When the owner of the clothing store saw her, he smiled and stepped forward to say hello: "Madam, the clothes Xiaoxue ordered from me are ready. Please let her know and ask her to come and take a look tomorrow."
Shen Qingqing politely agreed, then went to the jewelry store to pick out a new bracelet for Mr. He, and then went to the tavern to buy a can of old wine for Fang Zhenshan. Finally, she went to the market to buy vegetables, fish and meat, and gained a lot.
At the same time, Fang Zhenshan and He were also choosing gifts.
"First weigh the candied fruit, which is the favorite of the children. We also weigh the pastry into two pounds and keep it at home as a snack."
"Let's go pick out some clothes for Qingqing. I think she always wears a red skirt. Let's change the color this time. Pink or green will do. I think the other little girls look good in them."
Fang Zhenshan on the side kept nodding, and He glared at him dissatisfied, "Don't just nod, at least give me some advice."
Fang Zhenshan scratched his head in embarrassment, "I also want to choose, but I really don't know anything about this..."
Isn't it embarrassing for him, a big, thick man, to choose a skirt?
"Forget it, I won't ask you anymore, I'll buy it myself." He waved his hand and turned around and entered the clothing store alone.
Fang Zhenshan carried a lot of things, looked around and around, and finally walked towards the stall selling trinkets.
Although the stall is small, the variety of things is very complete, including red, green, blue and purple, which is dazzling.
Fang Zhenshan watched for a long time and chose a pink and tender velvet flower. As soon as he picked it up, the stall owner enthusiastically introduced it: "Uncle, are you here to buy a flower for your granddaughter? This peach blossom is especially suitable for a little girl to wear. It is very flattering.
White and beautiful.”
granddaughter?
Fang Zhenshan tilted his head and looked at the velvet flower in his hand carefully. It was very beautiful. Why could it only be worn by his granddaughter? He thought it would be suitable for his goddaughter to wear it.
"Take one of each color of the head flowers you have here and wrap it in a small floral cloth to make it look nice. I want to give it away."
Fang Zhenshan was directing the stall owner to get things while he was taking money from his sleeve pocket. When he lowered his head, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and happened to catch a pair of longing eyes.
It was a girl about four or five years old, wearing a peach-pink shirt, with a chubby face, and she looked quite cute.
Fang Zhen smiled at her, held up a flower and asked, "You want this too?"
The girl nodded, "If you want, grandpa, can you give me one?"
Fang Zhenshan turned to look at the stall owner, "Including this, how many taels of silver are there in total?"
"How many taels of silver? Uncle, you think too highly of me. These things total fifty-eight copper coins. The last one is free. Remember to come to me to buy it next time if you need it!"
Fang Zhenshan paid the money in a daze, and while he was counting the coins, he was still thinking: The rumors are indeed unbelievable, they say women's things are very expensive, and this doesn't seem to cost much.
After paying the money, he called the girl to choose a flower for her head. The girl squatted in front of the stall for a long time and finally chose a pink velvet flower.
Fang Zhenshan smiled and talked to her kindly: "Little girl, did you come out on your own? Why don't you see..."
Before she finished speaking, the girl took the things and walked away, laughing as she walked. The laughter was very strange, sharp and sharp, and it hurt people's eardrums. It was not like the laughter of a young child at all.
Fang Zhenshan felt something was wrong and hurriedly chased her. After taking a few steps, when he looked over again, the girl had disappeared into the gorgeous afternoon sunshine.
Fang Zhenshan turned around and asked the stall owner, "Did you hear the little girl's laughter just now?"
The stall owner shook his head, "No, this child is so rude. She accepted other people's things without even saying thank you. Don't give her anything next time."
"Did I hear wrongly?"
Fang Zhenshan dug his ears in confusion. There was noisy noise all around. How could there be any strange laughter?
Over there, Mr. He called to him at the door of the clothing store: "Fang Zhenshan, what are you doing standing there stupidly? Come in and pick up your things."
"Here we come!" Fang Zhenshan shook off the messy thoughts in his mind and ran quickly into the clothing store.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw a mountain of clothes. Fang Zhenshan was dumbfounded, "You bought so many clothes at once?"
"Not many. Qingqing is in one, each of the four children is in another, and we are two in one. For such a big event as getting married, is it appropriate not to change our outfits?"
"It's time to change, it's time to change." Fang Zhenshan freed his arm and lifted the big package with a clatter.
He was still muttering to the side: "That's not right, have we forgotten Brother Yuan?"
"There's no need to buy them for him. We don't recognize him as our daughter. Why should he wear new clothes?"
"That's the same truth." Mr. He took two packages of things from his hand, "Okay, let's go back. If we don't leave, we may waste time."
When the old couple returned home and put on new clothes, they hurried to Meng's house. From a distance, they could hear the sound of meat being chopped in the small courtyard.
Mr. He's face was filled with joy, "Qingqing must have made something new today. Let's go over there and help!"
Entering the yard, I saw Shen Qingqing and Meng Yuan chopping meat in the kitchen, and four children peeling shrimp shells around the basin, with washed fresh vegetables piled next to them.
He turned around and winked at Fang Zhenshan, "You put the things in the main room, and I'll go to the kitchen to help."
When he walked into the kitchen, he discovered that the two were not chopping meat, but beating it with an iron rod. He looked strange and walked to the chopping board and asked, "Qingqing, what are you doing?"
Shen Qingqing showed her the soft fish meat in front of her, "Hand-made fish balls, Meng Yuan's side is hand-made beef balls, let's have hot pot tonight."
"Hot pot?" Mr. He felt even more curious.
"We should call it hot pot here. I wonder if my aunt has ever eaten it."
"Hot pot?" Mr. He suddenly realized, "I have eaten hot pot before, but it was many years ago. I have forgotten what it tasted like."
Shen Qingqing smiled and joked, "Then you should take a good look back today and see whether the food I made tasted better or the food made by others tasted better."
"Then why do you still need to taste it? You must have made it delicious!" Mr. He said proudly, looking proud of himself.
After making the beef balls and fish balls, Shen Qingqing chopped the shrimps peeled by the children, added starch, and egg whites to make shrimp paste.
At this time, the old ghost came back with the washed tripe. As soon as he entered the door, he heard his cursing voice: "You said you are eating something bad. You have to eat this pickled thing. In order to wash it clean, my hands are so fast."
Rubbed to pieces!"
Shen Qingqing glanced at him and said, "What do you know? Maodu is the soul of hot pot. You will know it when you taste it later."
The old ghost muttered in a low voice: "I believe you are a ghost!"
He is the royal chef in the palace. He has never used or eaten any high-end ingredients. That smelly stuff is a frequent visitor to the swill bucket. If you pour it to the dogs, the dogs may not even eat it!
Shen Qingqing didn't argue with him, after all, it wasn't just once or twice that a certain ghost was slapped in the face. This chapter has been completed!