Immortal world foodie: husband makes me noodle soup

Chapter 198 Really love deeply, how can you not care about separation?

"Yes, brother, let's go shopping for a while, and we'll be right back." Zhong Xiaotian said with a smile.

Qian Zang glanced at Zhong Xiaotian, and said with a sneer, "Junior Brother Xiaotian, don't say such things in the future, your one session will be longer than others' half a day."

Zhong Xiaotian rubbed his nose in embarrassment, and quibbled: "I just forgot the time for a while, I just need to pay attention in the future. Besides, we leave Lucheng this time, and there will be mountains in the future. It is inconvenient to buy things. We need to buy more food. Yes, keep it as a spare."

"Yes, yes, what if my sister is hungry if there is no food? Master, leave the shopping to us, and we promise to buy a lot of things." Yang Juanjuan agreed with sparkling eyes.

When Qian Zang heard that there was nothing to eat, what would his sister do if she was hungry? He thought she was afraid that she would be hungry.However, there are mountain roads ahead, so we need to buy some things.

"Let's go, I'll go with you." Qian Zang closed the door.

Yang Juanjuan is very happy, as long as she is allowed to go shopping, she will be happy.

But Zhong Xiaotian was not as happy as she was, the rare two-person time, suddenly there was another person, no matter how he thought, he felt uncomfortable.

At this time, Ximen Chan also came out of the room, only looked at Yang Juanjuan and said, "Sister, I also want to go out with you, is that okay?"

"Yes, Master will be happy. Right, Master?" Yang Juanjuan said, looking at Qian Zang.

Qian Zang coughed in embarrassment, and glared at her with a reddish face: "Don't be too big or small."

After speaking, he walked away embarrassedly.

Yang Juanjuan took Ximenchan's arm and followed behind, followed by Zhong Xiaotian.

Zhong Xiaotian stared at the sky speechlessly, what was going on, originally he and Yang Juanjuan were going shopping, suddenly there were two more light bulbs, and he felt upset.

Today is the seventh day of the seventh lunar month. It is said that it is the day when the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meet in the sky, and it is also the festival of begging for cleverness in the world.

On the day of the Qiqiao Festival, many local women will do needlework to beg for cleverness.They put the needlework they made by themselves in a self-made sachet and hung it on a tree with spirituality, praying to have a pair of skillful hands like Zhinu.For unmarried women, there is another meaning, that is, they hope to get a good marriage.

When the woman finishes begging for cleverness, the men will take these sachets away and take them home, implying to bring cleverness to the woman at home.The more you take, the more tricks you get.

It was evening when Yang Juanjuan and the others came out. At this time, many young women on the street, wearing beautiful clothes and light gauze, clasped their hands and held sachets, heading towards the moat in the south of the city in twos and threes.

Just because there is a 200-year-old ginkgo tree beside the moat, that ginkgo tree is a local spiritual tree.

They all rushed there and hung their sachets on the top to attract more men to pick them.

After listening to Ximenchan's explanation, Yang Juanjuan also wanted to join in the fun, so he forgot about going out to buy things.

It just so happened that she and Ximenchan learned from female red some time ago and embroidered two small flowers. Before she had time to embroider the leaves, she didn't want to embroider.I wanted to throw it away at first, but I was too lazy to throw it away. I have kept it until now, but I didn't expect it to come in handy today.

She took out her semi-finished product and showed it to Zhong Xiaotian: "Xiaotian, take a good look, this is mine. I'll hang it on the tree in a while, you have to remember to get it, you know?"

Zhong Xiaotian took a look at her semi-finished embroidery and asked, "What kind of flower are you embroidering? Pear or..."

"What pear blossom?" Seeing that he couldn't even recognize the peach blossom, Yang Juanjuan hurriedly interrupted: "This is a peach blossom. There is a peach blossom tree in front of my house, which blooms and bears many peach blossoms every year. But it Then he died, was chopped up by my father, and burned as firewood."

Zhong Xiaotian's eyelids trembled, he glanced at the semi-finished product in his hand and said: "Yes, this is peach blossom, I misread it."

"Hmph!" Yang Juanjuan snorted arrogantly, seeing a seller of sachets, he hurriedly pulled Zhong Xiaotian over.

Qian Zang and Ximen Chan followed unhurriedly behind, Ximen Chan smiled and said, "My sister is innocent and cute, and Taoist Zhong is handsome and unrestrained. They are really a match made in heaven."

Really, why can't he see it?Qian Zang remained silent, but felt that these words were very harsh.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Ximenchan didn't say anything else. She looked down at the sachet in front of her, picked out two more beautiful ones, and showed them to him: "Master Taoist, what do you think of these two?"

"Buy it if you like it." Qian Zang was about to pay for the money, Yang Juanjuan listened, and leaned over with his small head, holding a lot of sachets: "Master, I like all of these."

Qian Zang frowned: "Why buy so much?"

Yang Juanjuan pouted: "I've never seen so many beautiful sachets, I want to buy one of each."

Qian Zang was speechless, but still nodded in agreement.And Ximen Chan saw that Qian Zang was drawn away by Yang Juanjuan, and he pampered her so much, she felt very uncomfortable, but she couldn't show it, not to mention how uncomfortable it was.

Zhong Xiaotian also doted on Yang Juanjuan, took out a handful of hundred taels of silver bills, and said generously: "Buy, buy, buy, I have plenty of silver bills. As long as you like it, it doesn't matter if you buy them all."

Yang Juanjuan hurriedly pressed his hand, hissed, and whispered: "My master has silver, use his first, and keep yours to buy meat."

She thought she spoke in a low voice, but in fact, everyone else heard it.

Qian Zang twitched the corners of his mouth, propped his forehead, and said nothing.

Yang Juan got a lot of sachets, picked the one he thought was the most beautiful, then stuffed his semi-finished product into it, closed his mouth, and hung it on his waist.

The stall owner saw that Yang Juanjuan's semi-finished product was only flowers, not even a word, so he reminded: "Girl, I have some words for sale here, you can choose a few words and stick them on the embroidered handkerchief."

"What are the words?" Yang Juanjuan asked, looking in the direction the boss pointed.

I saw a square box with many characters cut out of cloth, one by one and one sentence at a time.

Yang Juanjuan picked and picked, not knowing what to choose, so he asked Zhong Xiaotian: "Xiaotian, what word do you think I should choose?"

"Choose two love poems." Zhong Xiaotian picked out two love poems.

"If the two loves last for a long time, how can they be in the morning and evening." Yang Juanjuan nodded his head, read the two lines of love poems again, and asked: "What does this mean?"

Zhong Xiaotian was about to answer, Ximenchan seized the opportunity to prove her sense of existence, and interjected/said with a smile: "Sister, this is a very famous love poem, it represents the love of Taoist Master Zhong for you. It means that if Both of you love each other deeply, and it's okay if you don't spend every day together."

"How can it be okay?" Yang Juan frowned, threw these two sentences away, and said angrily: "These two sentences are not good. If you really love deeply, why don't you care about separation. Xiao Tianer, choose this Two sentences, what do you mean, do you want to be separated from me, and don't want to be with me every day?"

(End of this chapter)