Also, in this Qiuzhou City and even in this continent, there are shops that sell birthday cakes, except for the green fruit shop, there is really no second one.

Needless to say, the performance of Qingguo Shop has been refreshed again.

"This birthday cake, I heard people say that day, it was eaten at the birthday banquet of the prince's birthday, sweet and delicious, sweet but not greasy, and the mouth is fragrant, today my son has a birthday, I will also buy one, go back to eat and see."

"On that day, I was fortunate to attend the prince's birthday banquet, and I was also fortunate to eat this birthday cake, which was really better than any dessert."

"Hey, it's a pity that I haven't reached my birthday yet, and I'm hungry for what you say." A bachelor swallows.

"You, hurry up and ask a lady to give birth to a big fat boy for you, that fat boy shouts all day long and wants to eat sweets, you can buy cakes for him to eat as sweets every day, and you can also eat birthday cakes every day."

"Isn't it a birthday cake to be eaten on a birthday?"

"Rules are dead, people are alive."

Everyone nodded in unison.

Birthday cakes are considered to be accepted.

The days will pass again, it is the seventh day of the seventh month of July, and today is the begging festival of this era, after all, the traditional festival of this era is still a fight with the ancient People's Republic of China...... In fact, the festivals are all about the same

Qixi tonight to see the blue sky, morning glory and weaver girl crossing the river bridge.

If you don't know what to do, you must invite the weaver girl to get the golden shuttle.

Every year, begging is clever in the world, but there are many tricks in the world.

The cow girl is in the autumn of Qixi Festival, and the magpies are crossing.

The clouds are ethereal back to the golden bridle, and the bright moon Chanjuan hangs a jade hook.

Yan Yu has added a few hates, and Hua Rong will not be more ashamed in the end.

What's more remnant is the placket, and the arrow comes east to shoot the cui building.

Saying so much, it is just the love tragedy of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl......

Well, even though their ending is a little cruel, people still can't stop it, and people yearn for them and beg for worship.

The current Tanabata Festival is not yet Valentine's Day. After all, lovers are still relatively suspicious, today, the unmarried girl, the night to the bright moon. thread the needle and pray for the Cowherd and Weaver Girl to give him a good marriage.

In the evening, the moon came out, and Yuan Qing slept, for what threading the needle. Asking for the moon, it seems that she doesn't care too much.

The next day, in the morning, Yuan Qing was still writing on the third floor, and a person outside the door pushed the door, Yuan Qing looked up and said hello to him shallowly, lukewarm.

"What are you writing about?" Anyone who comes, who can come in directly without knocking, except for the prince. There doesn't seem to be much of a person anymore.

"Well, the newspaper." She looked up at him and returned, "It's going to be written soon, you can go next door and do it for a while." ”

He didn't say much, just turned and left.

After a short time, Yuan Qing finished writing the newspaper, got up and walked next door, pushed the door, and a wisp of tea smoke curled, overflowing with elegant fragrance. Anyway, they were all so ripe, and she didn't say much, she sat beside him and poured herself a cup of tea, and drank it.

Li Chen thought. Yesterday was the Begging Festival, so the finished product of the woman's needle thread for the moon will always be given to the man she likes, and I don't know, Yuan Qing ......

However, looking at Yuan Qing, he still looks indifferent and chic. It seems that she really can't see that she has something that is difficult to take out her hand but must be taken out to give it to him. After all, Li Chen also knows that Yuan Qing's needlework is really not comparable to the craftsmanship of women in this era, and it cannot be compared except for superb skills, that is, it is miserable, and Yuan Qing currently belongs to the latter. If the things she embroidered were rubbish, it seemed understandable that she couldn't handle them.

"Is there anything you haven't brought to me?" Li Chen took a sip of tea, looked at her and said lightly.

"What's that?" Yuan Qing was puzzled, she didn't seem to have anything to give to him.

"What day was yesterday?" He was faintly unhappy in his heart, but he was also calm.

"Well, yesterday seems like the beginning of July...... Seven, oh, Tanabata, it should be the Qiqiao Festival. She frowned, thinking for a long time before slowly returning.

"Do you have to think about this for a long time?" His cold voice didn't seem to be so good.

"Of course, I just finished writing the newspaper, and so many brain cells died, so I naturally had to think longer to answer the question." She replied as she deservedly it, and she didn't care if he could understand what the brain cells he was trying to express meant.

He was used to the strange nouns in her mouth, and he didn't bother to ask, so he said directly: "Did you embroider a purse for me?" ”

"Embroidered purse? Why should I embroider a purse for you? She frowned and asked the question seriously that made the person across from her want to strangle her.

"So you didn't embroider your purse last night?" He had a cold face and spoke clearly.

"No, why do I have nothing to do with embroidering a purse? Isn't this full of food and support, and if you have nothing to do, you still have something to do for yourself? She still took it for granted, ignoring the subtle coolness of his expression.

He also thought that Yuan Qing would not be able to do needlework on the rare day of Qixi Festival, and he would also create the illusion of needlework to do needlework and pray for the moon, and then, no matter how ugly the purse she embroidered, he would say that the embroidery was good.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Qing didn't know about this at all. He knew it to a big man, but she didn't know it......

"It is the common wish of women all over the world to beg for the moon on the Qixi Festival, and you actually said that you are full of food and support, and you have nothing to do?" There was something wrong with his expression, it should be said that his expectations were not right with reality, so his expression was wrong.

"Isn't this full of food and nothing? It is impossible for the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl themselves to face each other every day, to pray to them, will they give good marriages to the men and women on this earth? Yuan Qing said that the courtesy was still exchanged.

He had been waiting for so long in vain, and now he had said a word.

"According to you, can this beggar festival be skipped?" He asked in a low voice with a half-dark face.

"Yes, it must be, why not? This festival is the same as living a day, but except that time stands still, or there is no day, or the person is about to die, then this day must be lived. ”

But aren't you dead?

"I found out that your crooked reasoning is still in place." He gritted his teeth, the corners of his mouth twitching.

"Hehe, that's what it is." She smiled, her eyebrows were crooked, she lowered her head and poured a cup of tea, and handed it to him, "Lord Wang, you drink a cup of tea first." ”

He lowered his eyes and took the cup of tea nonchalantly.

Even if they are lovers now, they can't meet every day, and when they meet, even if the time they meet is not to avoid suspicion, the habit passed down for thousands of years is still not too long. This is one of the reasons why ancient people always married early, so it was too difficult. To be continued.

ps: There was a day of power outage today, and it only came in the evening, and I was a little late.

Also, Nuomi suddenly realized that it seemed to have repeated two chapters a few days ago...... I don't pay much attention these days.

If people make mistakes, don't blame them, ̄w ̄, and so on will make up two chapters