The intersection with the banquet a few days ago has long been left behind by her.

In retrospect, only the boy was left with a cold and impatient appearance of stuffing the storage ring to himself.

Ji Qingyu came to the foot of the mountain.

In the evening, Fuyun City was bustling with activity, and she pinched the spider silk in her cuff pocket and walked to the nearby pharmacy.

She didn't plan to go to Fusheng Wan Alley this time, just to trade spider silk, not as "unsightly" as stealing spiritual soil.

By the time Ji Qingyu came out of the pharmacy, it was already half an hour later.

Now that her storage bag was full, she didn't dare to hang it on her waist with peace of mind, so as to avoid being taken along the way, she cautiously kicked into her arms.

The owner of the pharmacy is a knowledgeable person, and her spider silk is used for medicine, but there are many more mid-level elixirs than them.

As she walked, Ji Qingyu was attracted by a burst of sweet taste.

The street vendor selling red fruit bunches smiled as the little girl stopped and approached him.

The vendor pointed to the strings of tempting syrup and red fruit bunches on his stall, bent down and said to Ji Qingyu, "Little sister, do you want two bunches?" ”

Ji Qingyu didn't hesitate at all, "Then let's have two strings." ”

As she spoke, she raised two fingers at the vendor.

The peddler was immediately even more pleased, "Well, little sister, do you like sweet or sour?" ”

Ji Qingyu: "And sour?" ”

The peddler lifted his chin proudly, "Of course, don't look at these things the same, but this side is sweet and this side is sour." ”

He took the middle line as the boundary, first to the left and then to the right.

"Sour!"

Without waiting for Ji Qingyu to answer, another little girl's voice sounded behind her.

The tips of Ji Qingyu's ears moved slightly, and she looked back at the person who came slightly.

The other party was about seven or eight years old, and he was half a head taller than her.

The girl wore a light blue dress, and her hair was held up by a hosta.

A little girl at this age, if she weren't as poor as Ji Qingyu, would not usually be so plain on her headdress.

Even in the Floating Cloud Sect, the headdresses of those senior sisters were all kinds of dazzling, with the only exception being Gu Susu, the little junior sister who was in Qinglan Peak at the beginning.

Gu Susu, as the heroine of the novel, is very delicate, but she doesn't like to wear too many headdresses, and a hosta picks up thousands of black hairs all year round.

Wait, why did she think of Gu Susu again.

Ji Qingwei quietly retracted her gaze, blinked, and said to the hawker stall owner, "One sweet and one sour." ”

"Gotcha!" The vendor said to the girl behind her, "Girl, wait a minute. ”

The girl in blue smiled and bowed slightly at him, stepped forward to Ji Qingyu's side, and turned her head sideways to her, "Thank you." ”

Ji Qingyu was stunned.

What are you thanking her for?

At this time, the vendor had already wrapped the Linghong fruit bunche with oiled paper, and he handed it to Ji Qingyu, "Little sister has put it away." ”

Ji Qingyu stretched out her hand to take it, and at this time, a hand next to her came sideways and accurately caught the oil paper on the vendor's right hand.

"Thank you." The girl in blue said again.

Ji Qingyu frowned, "These two are mine." ”

The peddler was also stunned for a moment, and explained, "Girl, these two fruit bunches belong to this little sister. ”

"I know, my little sister bought two, and she specially asked for a sour one, isn't it for me?"

The peddler thought that she hadn't heard Ji Qingyu's initial words, and explained, after all, the little sister's family asked for two before you came!