As soon as Murong Qing's beautiful eyes moved, Yan Xing had already stood up and went to find the shopkeeper.

Murong Qing nodded with satisfaction, Yan Xing's kid's head became more and more bright.

After a while, Yan Xing came back a little disappointed.

"How?" Murong Qing raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Master, this dish is not made by the chef here!"

"Oh?" Murong Qing was a little curious.

"I just asked, the shopkeeper said that it was a little girl's cooking, and now the person has left!"

"That's ......" Murong Qing felt a little sorry in his heart. But the little girl in the shopkeeper's mouth? How small can it be?

"Master, are we still looking for people?" Yan Xing asked tentatively.

With his understanding of himself as a foodie master, it is estimated that if he can't eat such delicious food in the future, he will definitely be depressed and complain to him every day.

In the past, a cook in the house made a bowl of good noodles, and the master especially preferred mixed noodles. After the chef died, his master didn't know how many times he whispered in his ear to eat another bowl of noodles with mixed sauce.

"Then can you find out who they are and where they live?"

"The shopkeeper said that she only came to the store to deliver ingredients, and she didn't ask where she lived!"

"So, people can't find it?" Murong Qing got up, stood up, and looked at the pedestrians coming and going from the window.

A few black lines appeared on Yan Xing's forehead, so he said it was nonsense for so long?

"Eat! Let's go! ”

Murong Qing put away the jade fan, looking like a merry boy, with a ruffian smile on his face. Yan Xing followed behind, putting on a cold face, and no one should approach.

Han Yingxue and Hu Xiaoli went to the market. Both of them made a big purchase.

There is also a "rice bucket" at home, so Han Yingxue bought fifty catties of rice in one go. I bought a pound of pork ribs, and I also bought some greens. There is also oil and salt. After some purchase, it cost 400 yuan.

"Xue'er, tomorrow in the middle of the year, we still have to buy some yellow paper candles and firecrackers to go back!" Hu Xiaoli said.

In the past, during the Midyear Festival, the family just burned a few pieces of yellow paper because they had no money. Now that I have a little silver, I can't save as much as I used to, and I still have to buy what I need to buy.

Midyear Festival?

No wonder Liu will come to town today.

The fifteenth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar is the Midyear Festival, also known as the Ghost Festival. Ancient people attached great importance to this festival. Every household will offer sacrifices and prayers.

In the past, Han Yingxue didn't believe in these scientific superstitions, but her soul penetrated here, and it was a scientific truth that couldn't be explained.

For ghosts and gods, it is better to maintain a sense of awe in your heart.

"Good! Then let's go buy it! ”

After the two of them made purchases, it was already half of the afternoon.

Because of tomorrow's Midyear Festival, there are a lot of people coming to the town today.

Han Yingxue and Hu Xiaoli found Daddy Wu's ox cart. It's only half of the people who came to town today.

Liu's basket was filled with yellow paper firecrackers prepared for the Midyear Festival. When I came to town, I bought a pound of pork and a silver carp.

If she hadn't come to the town to run errands, the old Han family stipulated that she could eat a bowl of oily noodles, so she didn't bother to come to town.

I saw that Han Yingxue's basket not only contained meat, but also many other good things.

Liu's heart began to be unbalanced.

Silly, this day is getting better and better! I bought more than she did.

There are so many people in the old Han family, and they only bought a pound of pork because of the festival, and it was not enough to stuff their teeth after burning it. How many people are there in the stupid family? It's still a little kid, how much can you eat?