When Ye Hao squatted down to pick fruits, Ye Sheng walked to a stall selling flowers.

The flower seller was an old woman, who was bowing her head and stringing a half-opened gardenia with wire.

In front of her was a small plate containing a number of jasmine bracelets, as well as a few finished gardenia hairpins.

Ye Hao picked out several fruits, turned around to find Ye Sheng, and saw Ye Sheng walking towards her.

She was just about to speak, but Ye Sheng raised his hand and gently pinned something on her ponytail.

A hint of the fragrance of gardenia came, and she reached out to touch it, and a bright smile immediately bloomed.

The further they go, the more plastic bags they have in their hands.

Walking around until noon, the three hungry people looked for food along the street.

There are many small stalls in the market, some selling beef roast cakes, some selling rice noodles and fried snails, but these delicacies were all vetoed by Ye Sheng on the grounds of "health concerns".

Ye Hao had to drag his steps and follow him for a long time before finally sitting in a shop selling wontons.

It was a tiny wonton shop with only three square tables.

The house was a little old, but it was spotless, and even the stove was polished.

The shopkeeper's big copper pot seems to be boiling chicken bone soup, and the aroma is very attractive, and the taste of the wontons will not be bad as the base of such a soup.

However, the business in the store was very quiet, and even the three tables were not filled.

Ye Sheng finished ordering and handed the menu to Ye Hao.

Ye Hao took it and knew the reason for the cold business in the store.

This wonton is sold very expensive, and the price of more than 20 yuan for a bowl is not affordable for the townspeople.

Dare to price it like this, presumably there are some outstanding features in this ravioli, and the boss is also a person with character.

She casually ordered a bowl of three-fresh wontons, bent down to open a box at her feet, and a few childish "chirps" sounded coming.

"Big sister, what's in here?"

At the next table sat a couple of twin boys, who heard the cry and immediately gathered around them curiously.

"Oops, it's a duckling!" When the two children saw it, they exclaimed in surprise, "How cute! ”

Inside the box were four fluffy little yellow ducks, which were croaking weakly and staring at them with black bean-like eyes.

"Big sister, why did you buy ducklings?" A boy asked.

Ye Hao smiled, but did not make a sound.

When she first watched "Smiling Proud Jianghu", she liked the details of raising ducklings in Green Bamboo Lane very much.

That detail made the cold Yingying soft and three-dimensional, making this demon sect saint aunt have a kind of contrast cuteness of 'knowing the world, and still pity the grass and trees'.

When she saw the ducklings on the stall just now, she immediately remembered Yingying, so she bought a few of them in her heart, and when she left, she could also use them as a thank you gift for the care of Director Su Village.

She took out a few leaves and handed them to the two little boys.

They got together in a heap and fed the ducklings with a smile on their faces.

It wasn't until the ravioli was served that the two boys reluctantly returned to their seats.

The ravioli just out of the pot was very hot, but the two little gluttonous cats did not hesitate, and the monkey hurriedly scooped a spoonful of wontons and put them in their mouths.

They were so scalded that they grinned, but they were reluctant to spit it out, and they exhaled loudly with their eyebrows winning.

Exhaling and exhaling, their movements become you exhale in my face, I exhale in your face.

The more they exhaled, the more energetic they became, and finally accidentally blew the wonton wrappers on each other's faces at the same time.

Xia Meng burst into laughter, Ye Hao couldn't help laughing, and Ye Sheng also bent his eyes when he saw this scene.

They were smiling at each other as two steaming bowls of wontons were served.

The mellow aroma of chicken soup wafted into his nose, Xia Meng looked down at the white porcelain bowl, and saw that the milky white soup was floating with green onions and a layer of golden oil beads, and the color of the soup alone made people's fingers move.

"Wow, it looks like Sister Ye's craftsmanship!" Xia Meng sighed, but he didn't dare to eat in a hurry.

They all learned to be obedient, and after scooping up the wontons, they were not in a hurry to taste them, but gently shook the spoon.

After a few moments, the wonton was hot and they tried the temperature in their mouths before slowly eating it.

The wontons are sweet and delicious, and they are indescribably heart-warming and stomach-warming.

After lunch, Ye Hao sorted out the loot and said, "Let's go back." ”

"Later, I'll find someone."

"Who?" Ye Hao was a little surprised, could it be that there were people he knew in this place?

Xia Meng also looked over with a questioning expression.

"You'll find out later."

After Ye Hao finished paying, she was led by Ye Sheng through the North Market, and found a stall selling honey at the end of the East Market.

Ye Hao took a look at it, and there were not only bottled honey on the stall, but also beeswax and fruit honey, judging from the color, there was real and fake.

The beekeeper who sold honey saw that Ye Sheng was dignified, and hurriedly cut off a small piece of nest honey and sent it forward: "You taste it, this is all real soil honey." Our own bees are not bullied. ”

Ye Sheng led slightly, but did not take it, but looked at Ye Hao.

Ye Hao took the nest honey handed over by the beekeeper and tasted it, the honey was rich in floral fragrance and refreshing, and it was indeed very authentic.

"Some? I'll give you a cheaper price, eighty yuan a catty. The beekeeper said earnestly.

"I want to buy some bees."

"What?" The beekeeper suspected he had misheard, "Honey? Bee? ”

"Bees."

The beekeeper smiled and said, "We don't sell bees." What do you want that for? ”

"I only need five hundred bees, and the price is as you choose."

Five hundred bees are nothing more than a drop in the bucket for the apiary, so the beekeeper pondered for a moment and deliberately asked, "One dollar, you can give me five hundred yuan." ”

Seeing that he was asking for a price, Xia Meng's face sank, and he was about to make a difficulty, but was stopped by Ye Hao.

I saw Ye Sheng nodding slightly: Yes, but now I ask you to deliver it to your door, and you need to spend a few hours doing follow-up services. ”

The beekeeper was so happy that his throat was dry, and such a good thing was no less than pie from heaven to him: "You're not kidding me, are you?" ”

Ye Sheng looked at Ye Hao, and without saying a word, Ye Hao handed the beekeeper a hundred-yuan bill: "This is a deposit." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, Ye Sheng handed the heavy items she had purchased to the beekeeper: "Send these things to No. 32 Luoxi Village in the afternoon." ”

"Good, good." The beekeeper was polite, and shouted affectionately at the back of the beekeeper who saw them leave: "I'll collect the stall and get the bees for you!" ”

After returning home, Xia Meng placed the duckling and quickly opened the live broadcast room.

Sure enough, after disappearing all morning, netizens in the live broadcast room began to wail as soon as they went online:

"I said that I can see the big beauty from morning to night in the past two days, how can there be such a good thing! Waiting for us here! ”

"It's become a habit to watch live broadcasts every day, and the big beauty hasn't disappeared from the camera since she came back, so I really want to say whether it's good or not."

"Last night, Assistant Xiao Xia said that he was going to the market today and it would be opened later, but you all chose to ignore it."