The old man who painted the sugar paintings raised his head with a smile and his eyes lit up.
"This girl is so pretty. What pattern do you want to draw?"
Jun Buli suddenly stood up on tiptoes and revealed a small head from behind the tall sugar painting stall, "This is my mother, not a girl."
The old man was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "I missed this young master. It turns out he is not a girl, but a lady."
"That's right, you should call me Madam." Jun Buli nodded seriously.
"What kind of sugar painting do you want to draw, young master?"
Jun Buli said without hesitation: "I want to draw a little fox, just like him."
His little finger pointed at the little fox in Yun Luo's arms. The little fox flicked its tail, its eyes brightened, "Chirp——"
Jun Buli quickly added, "I want two."
"No problem." The old man laughed, looked at the little fox's appearance carefully, then scooped up a spoonful of hot syrup and began to draw on the oil paper.
Jun Buli and the little fox stared at each other unblinkingly, as if they were looking at something precious.
Yun Luo looked at them with a smile, her eyes very gentle.
The old man's technique was very fast. He hooked the syrup with a small spoon and drew a little fox with a raised tail in three or two strokes. Then, before the syrup solidified, he quickly placed a clean small wooden stick.
In just a moment, a crystal clear and sparkling sugar-painted little fox appeared in the old man's hands.
Both Jun Buli and the little fox looked straight in the eyes, and opened their mouths: "Wow——"
It's surprising.
Soon, Jun Buli held a little fox in one hand and showed it to Yun Luo happily: "Mother, look, it's so beautiful, so shiny."
Yun Luo paid the money and chuckled: "It's very beautiful."
It's just a cheap sugar painting, but it's like a treasure to the two little guys.
One person and one fox looked around together, their big eyes sparkling, and they couldn't even care about the quarrel.
"Humph, you country bumpkin, I've never even seen sugar paintings, you're so embarrassed!" At this moment, a disdainful snort came faintly into my ears.
Yun Luo smiled and narrowed his eyes.
Neither of the two little guys heard the sound because they were a little far apart.
She looked up.
Not far from the sugar painting stall, I saw a three-story building with carved beams and painted beams, with a plaque of "Qingyunfang" hanging on it, which made me feel rich and noble.
At this moment, in the private room on the third floor, the window was slightly open, revealing two vague figures of a man and a woman.
The disdainful and contemptuous sound just now came from the box.
"Old man, where is that 'Qingyunfang'?" Yun Luo asked the old man selling sugar paintings.
"This 'Qingyunfang' is the leading gambling house in the capital. It is not a good place. Madam, please don't go in casually." The old man waved his hand and frowned to persuade.
"Mom, where is the gambling house?" Jun Buli asked curiously, raising his face.
Before Yun Luo could answer, laughter came from the side, "Young Master, this gambling house is certainly a good place to make money. There are many delicious and fun things in it. Young Master, do you want to try it?"
Yun Luo's eyes were slightly cold and he turned his head.
They saw a fat man with a rich figure and wearing gold and silver standing behind them, with a smile on his face, which looked a little greasy.
Yun Luo looked down and saw a token tied around his waist, with the word "Qingyun" engraved on it.