Xiao Baizhu rubbed the cheeks that were pinched red by Yan Yan.
"I haven't seen them, of course I don't know them. Besides, there are countless people who look similar in the world. If they look like me, I would know them."
"Then you will get to know each other soon." Yan Yan raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"I want to marry him!"
…
"Huh?" Xiao Bai Zhu frowned, "What did you say?"
"I said," Yan Yan raised a flamboyant smile, "I want to marry him!"
The smiling brows seemed to have stars flashing across her eyes, and Yan Yan looked like a young girl pregnant with spring.
"..." Xiao Bai Zhu, "Humans and ghosts have different paths."
"He only had a lifespan of a few decades, and he died before Heaven found him." Yan Yan shrugged, "I don't ask for anything else. I just want to get married as an apology to him."
Xiao Baizhu raised his eyes, "Apologise?"
"Well, if we have done something as a couple, we have to get married to make amends."
Yan Yan held the little white candle in his arms and took him to lie down on the bamboo mat. He said softly, "This time I went to the human world and happened to meet a new couple getting married. After seeing it, I also wanted to be a ghost bride."
Xiao Bai Zhu was silent for a while, "You can do whatever you want."
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March 3rd, Peach Blossom Festival.
Women become adults and flowers become immortals.
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Beijing, Prince Shen’s Mansion.
It was night, Shen Beizhu was doing business until midnight, then fell asleep lightly, and noticed several lines of sight in the bedroom.
"Good grandson~"
When he opened his eyes, it was Yan Yan's smiling face.
Under the moonlight, Yan Yan's face was pale and his dark side was clearly visible.
He smiled suddenly, like a paper man in a funeral shop.
Shen Beizhu was so frightened that his breath suffocated.
After he recovered, he realized that Xiao Bai Zhu was still with Yan Yan.
I haven't seen Xiao Bai Zhu for a long time. When I saw him again, I felt more and more that Xiao Bai Zhu looked similar to the Holy Son of Manjiang.
No, we can no longer say that they look alike, they are almost exactly the same.
"Grandma, have you finally remembered your dear grandson?"
Shen Beizhu sat up and rubbed his swollen forehead.
"Blame me, blame me."
"The yard has been reserved for you. It's so late, why don't you rest first?"
"No, I have something to do when I come to the capital. Why don't I tell you, my dear grandson, first?"
"Is something wrong? Can I help?" Shen Beizhu's eyes couldn't help but fall on Xiao Bai Zhu.
I feel more and more that Yan Yan, Xiao Bai Zhu and Bai Shu look like a family of three.
"No, I just want to go to Nishikoribo."
Nishikori Square, there are two people sitting on the steps at the entrance of the square, one big and one small.
Yan Yan hugged the little white candle and sighed.
"If I had known, I would have listened to my dear grandson. It would be better to lie down in the house than sit at the door."
"Master Jingzhu asked you to come to Jin Zhifang last year." It's already a year too late, and it wouldn't be bad to be a little later.
"Oh, didn't I forget it?"
If she hadn't been thinking about finding a human wedding dress to wear, she would have forgotten to come to Nishiki Factory.
Xu Niang knows how to make clothes, but she has never made wedding clothes.
When the two of them arrived at Nishikoribo, it was still dark.
But Yan Yan felt that the sun was about to rise, so he planned to wait for a while until Jin Zhi Fang opened.
As a result, a stick of incense passed and the sun didn't even shine.
When Yan Yan was dozing off holding a small white candle, he suddenly smelled a scent.
Crispy fried noodles with a floral flavor.
The tip of Yan Yan's nose twitched, and he stood up and walked towards the direction where the scent was coming from.
Xiao Baizhu asked, "Aren't you waiting for Jin Zhifang to open?"
Yan Yan replied, "Eat first and then talk."
Xiao Bai Zhu, "..."
Yan Yan followed the scent and came to a cake shop. There were freshly baked cakes on the bamboo sieve.
There is a peach blossom printed on the browned shortbread. The color of the peach blossom and shortbread is very delicious after baking.
"Girl, are you here to buy cakes? How many do you want?" The old man called Yan Yan while frying shortbread cakes.
"It's all here." Yan Yan waved his hand and took out a bunch of copper coins.
The old man smiled happily, having collected so many copper coins so early in the morning.
"Girl, there are not enough pancakes, please wait a moment."
"No, just these you fried."
"That's not possible." The old man collected the copper coins and was still waiting for the pancakes in the pot. "It's almost March 3rd. We will all be big girls from now on, so we can't be so confused."
"How many copper coins are given to you, you will get as many copper coins as pancakes." The old man fried three pots of shortbread cakes for Yan Yan, wrapped them in oil paper and handed them to Yan Yan.
Xiao Bai Zhu looked at the large bag of shortbread filled with oil paper and frowned, "You bought it yourself and finished it yourself."
"It's not bad to share it with the girls from Jinzhifang to make breakfast." Yan Yan took a pancake and took a bite.
The pancake is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. There is a layer of glutinous rice puree inside the crispy skin, which is sticky and elastic. Inside the glutinous rice is red bean filling.
Yan Yan thought it was good and took a few more bites, almost choking.
The old man quickly poured a bowl of rice soup for Yan Yan.
There is no rice in the boiled rice soup, only soup water, and the taste is the same as the glutinous rice puree in the pancake.
"Are you going to Nishiki Oribou?"
Yan Yan nodded and swallowed the cake in his mouth.
"That's unfortunate. The Peach Blossom Festival is coming soon, and the embroiderers in the brocade weaving workshop are rushing to make new clothes for the girls of various families."