Bai Shanbao bought one, then broke the green dumpling into pieces, divided half of the dumpling into half, and each of them tasted it.
After thinking about it, Manbao reluctantly nodded, "It's okay. You can buy it and try it. We haven't eaten Qingtuan this year."
Bai Erlang immediately took one. Qili Village has the custom of eating Qingming dumplings during the Qingming Festival. It is the Dragon Boat Festival now, so it is already late. The mugwort at this time is not very tender and the taste is not as good as that during the Qingming Festival.
But the stall owner's selection of ingredients was pretty good. Bai Erlang broke off half of it and handed it to Wei Chen, then took a bite himself.
Wei Chen held the lotus leaf in his hands and looked at the half of the green dumpling. It was neither good to eat nor not to eat.
Bai Erlang took a bite and couldn't help but dislike it, "It's not as delicious as yours."
Man Bao ate the green dumplings in his hand, raised his chin and said, "Of course, my sister-in-law made mine."
The stall owner was unhappy and said: "My family's craftsmanship is also good, but now the moxa is a bit old, these are the young moxa we carefully selected. During the Qingming Festival, the green dumplings we made were also delicious...
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Bai Shanbao paid the money and insisted: "It's not as delicious as what we cook at home."
The stall owner was stunned for a moment and then said: "That's right. All these things are naturally better made at home."
Qi Jue was inspired by what they said, so he also spent money to buy one, and then shared it with his companions. It was the first time for them to eat such a thing, and they thought it tasted strange.
After the group finished eating the green dumplings, they followed the direction of the crowd. Man Bao found a small street selling flowers, plants, insects and birds, and curiously went in to take a look.
Qi Jue and the others were not interested in this, and Bai Erlang was not interested either, so he followed the crowd and separated from them.
Bai Shanbao thought that he would ask Manbao to help with half of his homework tonight, so he went in with her for a walk.
Half of the street sells flowers and plants, the most eye-catching ones being peonies and peonies.
Peonies come in many colors, but now dark red, silvery red and flesh red are the top ones. After visiting Yizhou City for more than a month, this is certainly not the first time Man Bao has seen peonies.
But every time I see it, I just take a look, I can’t afford it...
At this time, when he saw large pots of peonies arranged in several rows on the ground, Manbao also squatted down and drooled as he looked at them.
If Koko could be embodied, it would definitely be squatting in the host's mind and drooling at this moment.
I really...want it so much.
Man Bao looked at a pot of deep red peonies in full bloom, with strong appreciation in his eyes.
The stall owner took a look at their clothes and asked with a smile: "Little lady, these are top-grade peonies. Do you want to buy a pot?"
Man Bao asked, "How much?"
"It's not expensive, it's not expensive. In order to celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival and wish customers good health, I specially made it cheap to take the auspicious number. It only costs sixteen taels."
Bai Shanbao also squatted beside Manbao and said, "There are five cows."
Manbao, who was still interested, immediately didn't dare to buy it.
Keke has some itchy teeth. Why is it so thoughtful to let its host go shopping for the Dragon Boat Festival? Isn’t it because there are a lot of good things on the street?
It’s a big holiday, shouldn’t the host and its system buy something to celebrate the holiday?
Man Bao raised his head and looked at the stall owner, looked at him sincerely and asked: "Boss, do you have any worse peonies that are not in bloom? Sell them to me cheaper."
The stall owner was stunned for a moment and then said: "Hey, who doesn't buy the best flowers and the ones that suit your needs? How can you choose the inferior ones? We don't dare to take out those flowers."
"It doesn't matter, I don't mind if it's bad."
"But we don't mind," the stall owner said, "if word spreads, it will ruin the reputation. We are flower farmers, so we just plant flowers for food, but we don't dare to do that."
“Are peonies difficult to grow?”
The stall owner smiled and said: "It is not difficult to grow ordinary peonies, but it is difficult to take care of rare-looking peonies like ours. If one of the pots is damaged, there will be a lot of losses."
"Where can I buy ordinary peonies?"
The stall owner was worried, "I don't know, we only grow top-quality peonies."
Bai Shanbao asked, "Does your family sell flower seeds? Whether they are ordinary or high-quality, we buy them all."
The stall owner shook his head and said with a smile: "Our peonies are transplanted and planted without seeds."
Manbao sighed quietly, thanked him, and went to see other flowers and plants with Bai Shanbao.
Bai Shanbao complained in a low voice: "They are really stingy. People in our village would not be like this."
There are no ordinary flowers and no seeds. It is a lie at first sight.
Man Bao has already experienced it and is used to it. People outside seem to care more about things like seeds and craftsmanship, and they are not easy to teach or share with others.
She walked half the street, but it was not without gain. Under Keke's guidance, she bought two pots of uncollected flowers, and then she and Bai Shanbao continued shopping with each of them holding a pot.
They didn't worry about not being able to find Bai Erlang and the others. Anyway, the busiest street now was this street. No matter how they walked, they would eventually return to the street. They also made an appointment to meet at Ganxiang Building on the main street at noon.
When all eight people finally arrived at Ganxiang Tower, everyone had a lot of things in their hands.
Qi Jue saw Bai Shan and Zhou Man holding two pots of flowers in their hands, and couldn't help but joked: "Who goes to the flower market during the holidays? It's not the Mid-Autumn Festival."
"Flowers are cheap during festivals." Man Bao had visited the flower market for the first time and knew the prices of these flowers and plants.
The eight of them went upstairs chatting and laughing. The waiter at Ganxianglou looked at the number of people and said apologetically that there was no room left.
They could only wait a moment, but it was lunch time and no one knew how long they would have to wait.
Several people were feeling lost when one person walked to the stairs on the second floor and said, "Come up."
The eight people all looked up and saw the people standing on the stairs. Bai Shan and the other three had blank faces, but Qi Jue and the other three had their backs stiffened and their whole faces froze.
The young man upstairs finished speaking and left. You pushed me, Qi Jue, but the one I pushed you didn't want to come forward.
Man Bao looked at it curiously and asked, "Do you know each other?"
Qi Jue glanced at her and said, "Don't you recognize him? This is Mr. Huang's eldest son and a gentleman in our academy. His name is Mr. Xiao Huang."
"Oh, oh, isn't that our senior brother?" Man Bao was very familiar with himself and simply pulled Bai Shan upstairs, "Come on, come on, sir, maybe he's up there too."
Mr. Zhuang is really up there.
They booked a large private room, and there were quite a few people in it. In addition to Huang Chuan and Lan Cheng whom they had already met, there was another middle-aged man and the young man just now.
Eight people entered the box and it became very crowded in an instant. Daji glanced at the box and leaned against the door obediently without stepping forward to disturb them.
The waiter knew they were in company and immediately moved enough stools for them. Although it was a bit crowded, a large table could still accommodate them.
Mr. Zhuang smiled and summoned his three disciples to him and introduced them to his senior brothers, "These are the three disciples I have accepted..."