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He knew exactly what he was playing, but every word he said made so much sense.

Good boy, what's the matter here?

"Let's go out to dinner."

Lao Lu said lightly.

Lu Shaodong's eyes flashed with joy, but his face was still unfazed.

When he saw the light of day again, the first person to be frightened was Lu Shaomei, she couldn't even hold a bowl of rice at the dinner table, and her lips trembled: "Brother, you ...... Are you out? ”

Lao Lu knocked on his chopsticks dissatisfiedly: "Eat well at the dinner table, don't talk." ”

Lu Shaomei immediately remained silent.

It was Lu Shaodong holding the bowl, and there was a sharp touch in his eyes.

He's not, what a fool!

**

Bai Weiwei commuted to work as usual, and the days after pregnancy were as calm as water.

It's just that her mother, Jiang Chunhong, never came to see her again.

Her heart is still empty in the end, but unfortunately, she doesn't regret it.

More than a month has passed, and she gradually began to be happy, not to say that she was happy, anyway, she began to be greedy.

If you want to eat sour and spicy, the supply and marketing cooperatives are quite far away, but the farmers' market is quite close.

She went to the nearest farmers' market, bought some vermicelli noodles, and wanted to go home to make hot and sour noodles, and eat wontons tomorrow morning, and also give some vinegar and spicy seeds.

After buying something, I walked slowly forward, and as I walked, I reached the edge of the stall, and a large basket appeared in front of me, and a large piece of cloth was covered with it, and it was covered tightly, and there was nothing, but the sweet and crispy fragrance still diffused from the fabric.

"What is this?"

Bai Weiwei blinked.

The old man squinted and smiled: "Comrade, mung bean cake." ”

"Oh?"

Bai Weiwei lifted the cloth, and everywhere she came into her eyes was a piece of jade green, crystal clear like jade, not like a cake at all, but like a stone.

"Oh my God!"

She covered her mouth, a little incredible, why didn't she know that there was such a good thing in the M City Farmers' Market in her previous life.

The old man directly took four pieces for her and put them in a piece of brown paper: "I like to come again." ”

"Ugh."

Bai Weiwei took the package of mung bean cake, handed him a few cents, and ate a few bites on the spot, sure enough, the appearance looked cold and hard, and the mouth was not as soft as the usual mung bean cake.

"Old comrade, your mung bean cake is so special."

The old man smirked: "General, I like to come again." ”

Bai Weiwei looked at him with a posture that she was sure that she would come again, but it was clear that his business here was not very good, could it be that today was the first day to set up a stall?

"Old comrade, I haven't seen you before, is it the first time you have come out to set up a stall today?"

The old man nodded, and seeing that no one around him was close to here, he lowered his voice and said, "My family has been closed for twenty years, and today is the first day of returning to the old business, you are my first guest, you are lucky." ”

Lucky for her?

What a big breath!

"Closed for 20 years, your family was selling mung bean cakes 20 years ago?"

Bai Weiwei asked.

The old man waved his hand: "It's not selling mung bean cakes, it's making mung bean cakes!" ”

"Young people, every dish you eat in your mouth, even a small cup of tea, has a story behind it, but ordinary people don't understand it."

Sure enough, he is a man with a story.

Bai Weiwei blinked, "Then what's the story behind you?" ”

"Alas, old things, don't talk about it, okay, you go home, I still have to do business."

The old man was silent, and at first glance he was reluctant to speak.

Bai Weiwei asked again, and it seemed rude.

She was unwilling to leave, but she still glanced back at the old man, thinking in her heart, what if she left this time and he didn't come the next day?

There is a vast sea of people, and it is difficult to joke about a person.

Bai Weiwei didn't want to let go of this opportunity, so the old man set up a stall for two hours, she was waiting on the side, her legs were so sore that she couldn't find a stool when she looked left and right, she was still a pregnant woman, just pregnant, and the fetal position was unstable.

She was in a hurry, she wanted someone to talk to, asked for a stool, but she couldn't find anyone left or right.

At this time, a small stool was handed over: "Little comrade, sit down." ”

Bai Weiwei lowered her eyes and saw that it was this old man.

"Thank you."

She cracked a mouthful of teeth.

The old man waved his hand: "Alas, no thanks, I see that you are a caring person, I want to know what is going on with mung bean cake?" ”

In the end, he is an elderly person, he has seen a lot of people and things, Bai Weiwei's thoughts, he can see through it at a glance.

Everyone else asked, and Bai Weiwei naturally didn't hide it.

"I am not satisfied with you to say, I have a friend in a small county, who is also selling mung bean cakes, the craftsmanship is good, and the business is still a little big, almost the entire county is now the only one of her family selling mung bean cakes, but now, I have found out that her mung bean cakes are far less than one thousandth of yours."

The old man loved to listen to sweet words, and she held him up to the sky.

fluttering, naturally poured beans into the bamboo tube, poured out some: "Listen, I don't dare to say anything else, just this mung bean cake, this is the only one in the country." ”

"Oh?"

Bai Weiwei smiled: "Dare to talk about the tone of the whole country, it's not a tribute in front of the emperor, you don't have that guts!" ”

This old man has a big breath.

Who knows, she said it in a word!

The old man lowered his voice and said quietly: "Hmph, my Meng's skill, the ancestors have been passed down for nearly a thousand years, the dynasty has changed, but this craft has never been lost, the Mongolian Tatars of the Yuan Dynasty were tyrannical, the ancestors were far away from Nanjing, the golden basin washed their hands, and they went to the land of Jingchu incognito, and then the second generation of the Ming and Qing dynasties, specializing in the forbidden palace of the capital, if it were not for the war, it would not have fallen to M City." ”

Bai Weiwei sighed, what he said was credible, but the second half was not very credible.

Nanjing is the ancient capital of the previous dynasties, and in the Yuan Dynasty it was called "Dadu", and their family left Nanjing to be credible.

And the land of Jingchu is now its own province and region.

In the second generation of the Ming and Qing dynasties, their family specialized in the forbidden palace, which must have been an errand in the palace of the capital.

Emperor Pu Yi was driven out of the Forbidden City, and their family naturally had a casual meal with the royal family.

Maybe his ancestors are still royalists, and he is grateful for the kindness of the emperor of the Qing Dynasty, and he won't give Yuan Shikai, Lao Sun, and those revolutionary parties to serve pastries.

But since you are resistant to the revolutionaries, why are you still coming to M City?

The Wuchang Uprising here was the first shot of the revolution.

Is it to remember the ancestors who live in seclusion here?

Not quite right!

"My God, it turns out that your family is so majestic, I actually ate the royal tribute today!"

Bai Weiwei pinched a piece of mung bean cake in her hand: "I don't know what the Empress Dowager Cixi was like to eat back then." ”

The old man raised his eyebrows proudly: "Silly girl, there are rules in the palace, the queen mother and the emperor are particular about eating, before eating, you have to test the poison by the silver needle." ”

"I know that silver is a substance that can react with many heavy metals, and there are heavy metal precipitations in general chemical poisons that can cause death."

She didn't go to college for nothing.