The next day, Hong Tao was woken up by Zhou Xiaoli, to be precise, by the sound of Zhou Xiaoli making breakfast. It is estimated that he was a little embarrassed to let Hong Tao, a guest, cook two meals in a row, Zhou Xiaoli got up early in the morning and ran to the kitchen to get busy, and after tossing and turning for a long time, a large plate of scrambled eggs, a large plate of fried ham, 4 slices of bread, and 2 cups of fruit juice and milk were finally served on the table.

"Taste my craft......" Zhou Xiaoli showed her back molars to Hong Tao, who had just finished washing.

“……”

"Don't just look at it, eat it with your hands!" Seeing Hong Tao smelling this and touching that, he just didn't put it in his mouth, Zhou Xiaoli's voice raised a little.

“……”

"If you don't eat it, don't eat it here!" In the end, Zhou Xiaoli still had a seizure, snatched the fork that was holding a scrambled egg in Hong Tao's hand, and threw it heavily on the plate.

"Ha Lu Ha Hong Tao's original disdainful expression immediately turned into flattery, grabbed back the fork, and stuffed a piece of fried ham into his mouth.

"You're not going to work today, are you?" Hong Tao's mouth was big, and a little slices of bread and ham meat couldn't be tightly blocked.

"Well, there are still some things, but it's not in a hurry, it's too late to do it after the holiday." Zhou Xiaoli's anger just now has not completely disappeared, and she replied without raising her head.

"It's good to rest, you see, it's going to be a holiday soon, although I'm just that Christmas, but you might want to have it, you don't have any festive atmosphere in this house, I decided to help you decorate, what do you think?" Hong Tao stuffed the last piece of ham meat on the plate into his mouth, and then drank the milk in the cup in one gulp.

Zhou Xiaoli didn't seem to hear Hong Tao's words, slowly raised her head, a pair of slender eyes widened, staring straight at Hong Tao.

"What! You want to cheat the corpse, look at me like this? "Hong Tao is a little confused, he didn't recruit her? Why did you show such a fierce expression?

"You dead turtle, you have made ham meat for you to eat, I have been doing it for a long time, you can't leave me a piece of !!" Zhou Xiaoli's tears of grievance fell, she caught up with such a heartless master, she was unlucky.

"Cough, blame me for this, blame me for this, I'll cook you a big meal at noon, 4 dishes and one soup, you eat first, I'll watch from the side, don't shed tears......" Hong Tao saw that she was going to cry, and quickly made amends, just now he was just thinking about how to fool Zhou Xiaoli to take him out of the city to go shopping, and he didn't notice that there were a few pieces of ham on the plate, and he ate a few pieces.

After brushing the dishes, cleaning up the kitchen, and after a series of hard work, Hong Tao finally washed away the sins on his body, and Zhou Xiaoli also spoke, taking him to the St. Lawrence Market in the center of the city today, buying some holiday supplies by the way, and then getting a Christmas tree back, decorating the house, and preparing for Christmas.

Hong Tao is very strange, for all Toronto markets are the same, this St. Lawrence market house is a little shabby, the appearance and Pacific Place are almost carved out of the same mold, are the kind of long, similar to the factory and like the train station.

It is said to be the oldest market in Toronto, and it is mainly used to buy food, everything from raw meat and seafood to bread and pastries, cheese and jam, as well as some handicrafts, jewelry, and clothing shops. Zhou Xiaoli said that there are several shops here that have been in operation for generations, for more than 100 years, and these time-honored brands in China have all been spelled out.

To be honest, Hong Tao feels that this market is far less than Pacific Place, not only is the scale much smaller, but the price of goods is also much higher, but the passenger flow here is not less than that of Pacific Place, especially the white people, the proportion of Chinese has decreased, it is estimated that the Chinese are more sensitive to price, the same thing, why Fei came here to spend a few more dollars to buy, and the white people are more identified with the reputation, they are more willing to spend in these century-old stores.

Due to the relationship between different ethnic groups and tastes, Zhou Xiaoli is more interested in dairy products and raw meat, while Hong Tao is more enthusiastic about all kinds of kimchi and pickled products.

"Things are too expensive here, why don't I take you to Pacific Place, where there are many shops, and the price is cheap." Hong Tao is not very happy with the mall, he only buys things that he doesn't see in Pacific Place.

"Today is Saturday, there is a market here, just like you Chinese rush to the market, there will be many farmers with their own products to sell, we will first walk around here, and then go to the market." Zhou Xiaoli ignored Hong Tao's complaints and continued to shop for herself.

According to Zhou Xiaoli, the St. Lawrence market is divided into two places, north and south, the building in the south is the one that Hong Tao and they are visiting now, and there is a market in the north, which is open to nearby farmers on Saturdays, allowing them to bring their own products to sell, and on Sundays, it is changed to an art market, just like the Panjiayuan in Beijing, which sells culture instead. Hong Tao pondered for a long time, but he couldn't connect the market selling vegetables, chickens, and duck eggs with the market selling antiques, calligraphy and paintings, and he couldn't even imagine how those artists squatted on the ground with the smell of chicken dung and played elegantly.

But when he came to the North Market, he was a little ashamed of his lack of imagination, this North Market is said to be a temporary farmers' market, in fact, the building is the same as the South Market, but it is separated by a small road, but the atmosphere here is completely different from the South Market, less elegant and noble, more enthusiastic and rustic.

There are both outdoor stalls and indoor stalls, and you can immediately feel familiar when you look at these stall owners, because they are not professional businessmen, they are all farmers who live in the vicinity of Duoluduo, and they drive their cars to pull their own products and come here to sell them every Saturday, and there is only one day a week, except for the farmers' market on Saturday and the art market on Sunday, this south building is usually closed.

For this, Hong Tao despised the Toronto City Government fiercely in his heart, this is a serious crime, such a large commercial lot, it wasted 5 days in vain, even if it is rented to those profiteers who shout for demolition and tearful blood sale every day, it is better than being so empty.

In this free market, Hong Tao also met several Americans, relying on his thick skin, he also went up to chat with others, but those families were quite enthusiastic, not in a hurry to buy things, what do they say when you ask, if Hong Tao is a dumb person who can't understand English, they will repeat the explanation to you over and over again, as long as you don't show an expression that you understand, they will not give up.

"Didn't you say you were the best in English? People say strawberries, you say carrots, do you say that in English? Zhou Xiaoli couldn't watch it several times, so she had to continue to act as Hong Tao's translator.

"Cut, I'm learning spoken English, which is not the same as your rural English in Canada and the United States, you are the native turtle English, I want to take you to Guangzhou or Yunnan, can you, a Chinese expert, understand the local dialect of where?" What a truth! Although Hong Tao is at a loss, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, he never admits defeat.

"I also know Cantonese......" Zhou Xiaoli said a sentence in Cantonese calmly, and Hong Tao probably understood.

"Why don't we raise the bar, why do these Americans come so far to buy things from you? Isn't that smuggling? Hong Tao hurriedly diverted the conversation and debated in an area that he was not good at, which was purely foolish.

"Have you ever seen a smuggler of carrots and sweet potatoes? The family is from Buffalo just now, you should ask them if they know the two little American sisters who know you. If needed, people here would also go to the United States to buy things, and if it weren't for 911, the two sides would not be able to separate the border. Zhou Xiaoli's eyes were about to roll to the extreme.