Cui Weizhen didn't know Ye Zhenzhen's future ambitions, because she was about to realize half of her ambitions now.
She seemed to be addicted to the snacks on the street. She had just finished eating the candied haws, and then turned her attention to the roasted meat. She had scanned almost all the snacks on the street. The generous lady became a good fortune in the eyes of the vendors.
The boy looked at her eagerly, hoping to get the lady's favor and make a lot of money.
Seeing that she wanted to buy more, Cui Weizhen was worried that she would eat up her stomach, and finally stopped her with a cold face: "Okay, don't buy it."
The flashing light in the flower cake vendor's eyes was instantly extinguished, and he looked at Cui Weizhen sadly, as if he was a heinous villain.
Cui Weizhen was speechless and quickly pulled Ye Zhenzhen away.
Ye Zhenzhen's interest did not diminish, and finally she stood in front of a noodle maker's stall and said: "Old man, make us a noodle maker."
The old man who made the dough was very calm. He finished kneading the last dough person in no hurry and then turned his attention to the two of them. There was a look of admiration in his eyes, "The husband and his wife are like dragons and phoenixes among people.
A lot of effort was wasted."
In the past, the people gathered in front of the stall were ordinary people, and their clothes and hair accessories were all ordinary Jingchai cloth skirts and Gebu linen clothes. However, Cui Weizhen and Ye Zhenzhen were dressed in luxurious and bright colors, whether they were hair crowns, hairpins, or clothes.
The decorations are all exquisite and complicated, requiring a lot of thought and craftsmanship, which is a test of craftsmanship.
Despite this, the old man just glanced at them and quickly kneaded the dough, carved it, dyed it, etc. in an orderly manner. In just a moment, the lifelike dough figures were formed under his hands.
Ye Zhenzhen looked at Cui Weizhen's face with some curiosity. He was wearing a straight robe and a jade crown, and even his sharp-edged facial features were exactly the same.
"Embrace" style.
She couldn't help but glance at the person next to her again, and when he caught her sight, he smiled softly. He was as noble and handsome as a jade tree with blooming flowers. He was indeed an unparalleled man.
While she was in a daze, Ye Zhenzhen's small and exquisite figure was finally completed. Before she could take a closer look, Cui Weizhen snatched it away. His eyes were comparing the real person and the figure, and he was quite reserved.
Nodding: "They are somewhat similar."
As he spoke, his fingers seemed to poke the face of the man inadvertently, and a slight smile appeared on the corners of his lips.
Ye Zhenzhen knew at a glance that he did it on purpose, she snorted coldly, took the mask from him, and flicked the masked person on the forehead in kind, which made Cui Weizhen chuckle, his dark and clear eyes seemed to be filled with tears.
The stars filled the sky, shining brightly in the sunlight.
He used Ye Zhenzhen's previous words to laugh at her: "Childish."
Ye Zhenzhen: "..."
She realized that her behavior was indeed a bit childish, but she refused to admit defeat easily and said: "You were the one who started it!"
Cui Weizhen would never admit it and gave her an innocent look.
More and more people gathered around. Cui Weizhen was worried about causing congestion, so after paying the visitor money, he pulled Ye Zhenzhen out.
Ye Zhenzhen did not buy anything to eat randomly, but just looked at the dough in her hand, banging here and tapping there from time to time, which attracted Cui Weizhen's attention frequently, and finally couldn't help but ask: "You don't want to eat?"
Noodles are edible.
Ye Zhenzhen was reluctant to part with it, but she didn't want him to see it, so she said firmly: "I'm full, I'll keep it for my son to play with.
That’s right, son!
Ye Zhenzhen and Cui Weizhen reacted as if they were electrocuted. The couple looked at each other and finally realized the fact that they had forgotten to give their son a face.
If he were brought back like this, Wangzai would see that his parents had little faces, but he didn't, so he wouldn't be able to cry over the collapse of the Great Wall?