"This honey is good...... You see there's a beehive in there, I'll try a can. When Hong Tao heard this, this sentence was too sour, and it was better not to match the stubble, so as not to splash blood for no reason.

"Poison your !!" Zhou Xiaoli glared at him hatefully, and went to another stall to see the flowers sold by the fat aunt.

Getting rid of the woman's nonsense, Hong Tao was like a fish in water, scurrying around the market, speaking his English in the Tiananmen area of London, and asking from door to door, because he found an interesting thing, in front of the stall selling food, as long as he couldn't understand what you wanted to say, the stall owner would immediately give you a small piece of food for you to taste for free, whether you bought it or not, as long as you stretched out your thumb while eating, the stall owner would laugh so much that even his little tongue could be seen.

Of course, this also has to be chosen, like buying carrots, sweet potatoes, potatoes, green peppers and other vegetable stalls, don't bother people, there is no point in eating a belly of carrots, even if it is pure natural and pure green, it will not taste good. You have to visit the stalls selling honey, dairy, cooked meat and fruit, and only then can you taste authentic Toronto farmhouse food.

"Can you ask for a little face? This is not a restaurant, you give this to me. When Zhou Xiaoli found Hong Tao, he was holding a skewer of barbecue in his right hand, a few strawberries in his left hand, a jar of honey in his arms, he didn't know what he was chewing in his mouth, and there was some white powder on his lips.

"You are not allowed to insult me, this is what they stuffed me, they are not happy if you don't eat it, I don't eat it for nothing, I spent money to buy a jar of honey." The strawberries in Hong Tao's hand were snatched away by the woman, and he quickly took the barbecue into his mouth in one bite.

"You're an idiot, don't you have to eat lunch? You're all full, aren't you? ”

"Almost, on such a cold day, there is no stall selling hot drinks, just eating these cold things, my stomach can't stand it." Hong Tao was almost full, but too much meat and dairy products made his omnivorous stomach very uncomfortable, and he planned to find out if there were any stalls selling hot chocolate, so he could try them, he remembered that there were such stalls in the South Market just now.

"Let's go, don't embarrass me." Zhou Xiaoli pulled Hong Tao and walked outside the market.

"Where are we going? It's not done yet, don't you really want to say it, there are also places here that can't be compared to Pacific Place, but it's a pity that it's only open one day a week, and you should suggest that the Toronto government extend its opening hours, which is a popular event for the people. Hong Tao still hasn't found a stall selling hot chocolate.

"You like to see it, if it's open every day, are you going to take a stroll here as soon as you get to dinner?" Zhou Xiaoli no matter how Hong Tao struggled, she grabbed it and let go.

"Cut, do I care about this stutter? I'm too ...... for you to say it. Hiccup...... "Hong Tao still distinguished, but before he finished speaking, a full hiccup came out.

Zhou Xiaoli didn't care whether Hong Tao was happy or not, and pulled him to the back of the market, which was full of open-air stalls, there were dozens, and there were basically no shelves, only a movable shed, and all the small trees and some messy things were piled up below, what tree roots, animal fur, animal specimens or something.

"Hey, look, alas, this antler is big enough, wait for me, I'll ask how much it costs." Hong Tao suddenly saw a deer antler on the box of a stall, tall and large, with very beautiful branches.

"600 Canadian dollars, isn't it a bit expensive?" Hong Tao finished asking the price, and turned around like Zhou Xiaoli for help, this stall owner looks similar to Quasimodo, with a horizontal face, and his body is at least 2 meters tall, and there are 2 big axes on the box next to him, and the cold light shining on the axe blade has ruined Hong Tao's bargaining mood.

"It's not expensive, this is the antlers of a bighorn deer, it's very complete, it's not easy to hit." Zhou Xiaoli seemed to be very knowledgeable, came up and touched the antlers, and counted the forks on the horns.

"Then I'll buy it, give it to you as a Christmas gift, hang it in your living room, your room is empty, and it doesn't look good if it's not decorated." When Hong Tao heard that he was not slaughtered, he immediately began to pay for it.

"Okay, since it's a gift, I'll accept it, but I can't afford to give you such an expensive Christmas gift, don't regret it then." Zhou Xiaoli obviously likes this antler, but women buy things from left to right, and when they heard that Gao Hongtao was going to give it to themselves, they hurriedly blocked the back road first.

"I'm not as stingy as you, I'm just Christmas, you can give it to me, and if you don't like to give it to me, you won't be picky." Hong Tao respectfully presented three 200 Canadian dollar bills, the stall owner's appearance was too scary, and it affected the sales.

"Damn, what is he going to do!" After the stall owner had taken the money, he lifted the axe from the box and walked like a flood.

"Don't run, I'll buy a Christmas tree, you're not just a turtle, you're still a coward, if you're in danger, you throw me down and run away!" Zhou Xiaoli grabbed the hat on Hong Tao's cotton coat and dragged him back.

The Mr. Quasimodo crossed the waves, walked to a small pine tree, wheeled the big axe like a knife, and with a few clicks he cut off some of the unsightly branches of the tree, and then took a few steps back and looked at it, and with a few more axes, a Christmas tree was finished.

After doing this, he threw the axe, took out a small piece of paper with a rope from under the shed, handed it to Zhou Xiaoli, and after Zhou Xiaoli wrote a few lines on it, he hung the piece of paper on the pine tree, and turned back to Hong Tao and bared his teeth.

"I'll go, this tiger has the same teeth as a TM vampire." Hong Tao saw the two big tiger teeth in his mouth, and he was dumbfounded, muttering in Chinese.

"Don't talk nonsense, the people here may understand Chinese, just your small physique, an axe will fall apart." Zhou Xiaoli stabbed Hong Tao, and then said goodbye to that Quasimodo.

"Let's go, go home, it's too expensive to eat out, you should cook, you still have to do a lot of work in the afternoon." Zhou Xiaoli was like a hostess, pulling Hong Tao to walk out of the market while assigning tasks to Hong Tao.

"What about the tree we bought?" Hong Tao looked back at the pine tree, a little uneasy.

"Oh, let's go, he'll deliver it to his home when the market closes."

This purchase time is not long, but it is already more than 12 o'clock when I return to Zhou Xiaoli's house, mainly because of the traffic jam on the highway. According to Hong Tao's point of view, there is more to build a highway in this place, and the utilization rate is too low! With the money to build a few more provincial or municipal roads, it is completely sufficient, and it seems that foreigners will inevitably engage in face-saving projects!

When I got closer, I realized that it was not a traffic jam, but more than 20 huge snow plows that were shoveling snow along the highway in several rows. With this kind of work efficiency, you can't even drink soup in China, and it costs so much labor and oil to shovel and break snow, rotten and evil capitalism!

At noon, Hong Tao showed his hand again, he fried a large bowl of fried sauce with yellow sauce and minced meat bought from Pacific Place, and then mixed white flour and fine cornmeal together to make two large bowls of handmade noodles, served with shredded cucumbers, shredded white radish and some pickles, which tasted great.

"Now I'll arrange the next step, Comrade Hong Tao, you need to shovel the snow outside, including the sidewalk; Then you have to sweep the snow off the porch; Finally, you need to trim the tree wall in the backyard, and find the tools yourself in the storage room under the stairs, if you don't understand something, you can ask me. After the meal, the two of them lay on the sofa and were greasy, and Zhou Xiaoli took out a piece of paper from her pocket and read it while reading.

"So what are you doing?" Hong Tao felt that he had been assigned a bit of a lot of work.

"I'm in charge of hanging lanterns in the house and decorating the Christmas tree, which are more artistic-minded tasks that you don't suit." Zhou Xiaoli did not give Hong Tao the right to choose.

"Come on, I've eaten a little too much at noon, so I'll take it as an exercise." Hong Tao's stomach did rise a little, not because of the bowl of noodles at noon, but because he ate free food in the market in the morning.