After An Ran kicked Nie Canghao out of the car, she couldn't help but feel aggrieved and angry, and started crying again.
Sheng Manru left the passenger seat and sat in the back seat to accompany An Ran.
She didn't try to persuade her not to cry, she just silently handed her a tissue.
An Ran cried out her grievances and anger, and her mood became slightly calmer, but she still sobbed from time to time.
"Master Nie has a smart face, but he has a stupid heart." Sheng Manru shook her head and sighed, guessing: "I suspect that he has never been in love and doesn't know how to coax a girl."
An Ran had clearly relented just now, and Nie Canghao might have coaxed her home with a little more force.
But he found a unique way and messed up the situation that was finally turned around again.
Most people can't do the things he did, nor can they say the words he said. They are simply convinced.
There was a big fuss over the wedding dress yesterday. Today he proposed to take An Ran to try on wedding dresses and promised to give her a wedding. This straight man has terminal cancer.
"But you also have to be considerate of him. After all, not every man understands people's psychology like Huo Yan, and can't speak to others' hearts like him." Sheng Manru felt sweet again when she mentioned Huo Yan.
, the corners of his lips could not help but curl up.
An Ran stopped crying and glared at her: "It's shameful to show affection!"
"Okay, okay, I won't brag anymore." Sheng Manru quickly stopped the topic and continued to discuss Nie Canghao.
"But Mr. Nie's behavior just shows that he is not an expert in love and doesn't know how to make a woman happy. He sincerely wants to please you, but the way of expressing it is not correct. You don't need to be so angry. I think he is still
Okay."
An Ran waved his hand, his mood waning: "I won't mention him anymore."
So as not to piss yourself off to death.
"Okay, let's not mention him! Let's go to the food town to visit and eat!" Sheng Manru suggested.
An Ran nodded reluctantly. Although she still couldn't bring up any interest, she couldn't stay depressed forever.
Yan Liang restarted the car and continued driving towards the food town.
The food town is a complex of antique buildings, and all the shops inside imitate ancient styles. Most of them sell special delicacies, and a few sell traditional ethnic handicrafts.
This antique town gathers special delicacies from all over the country, attracting many tourists, and often attracts various large and small film crews to film film and television dramas.
Entering this bustling environment, the winter chill is dispelled by the lively atmosphere.
Two young women shuttled among the crowd, stopping to taste at various food stalls.
Most of the time, it was Sheng Manru who was eating, and An Ran could barely take a bite or two. Her appetite was never very good.
Sheng Manru knew that she was still unhappy, so she didn't try to persuade her. She could just take a bite if she liked it, and if she didn't like it, she wouldn't eat it.
Until the two of them visited a stall selling traditional handicrafts.
A middle-aged female stall owner in her fifties was enthusiastically calling to attract customers: "Purely handmade shawls, insoles, and thousand-layer cloth shoe jackets!"
The enthusiastic solicitation of the female stall owner and the exquisite handicrafts on the stall attracted many tourists to stop, but most of them were immediately scared away by the price.
"One thousand and fifty for a shawl? Oh my God! With this kind of money, I might as well go to the counter and buy brand-name goods!" A little girl who looked like a college student muttered dissatisfiedly.
"That's right, it's too expensive! Auntie, can it be cheaper?" Another girl echoed.
The female stall owner argued: "It is purely hand-woven. It takes half a month to weave a shawl. One thousand and fifty is not enough time and money! Look at the beautiful patterns and colors! My husband's family has a unique tradition for hundreds of years."
Do you understand craftsmanship and intangible cultural heritage? Except for my mother-in-law, this craft is now lost!"
An Ran unfolded a handmade shawl and was immediately shocked by the complicated and gorgeous colors on it.
Every petal is bright and eye-catching, and every branch and leaf veins are lifelike. The dexterity and vividness of pure hand knitting can never be compared and replaced by mechanical knitting.
"To knit a shawl, dozens of different types of wool are used. Those who know the goods are not too expensive. The price is already very cheap." The female stall owner continued to tout her goods.
An Ran turned to Sheng Manru and said, "You pick one and I'll give it to you."
When Sheng Manru saw that she finally had something she was interested in, she was not polite and started to carefully choose it immediately.
About ten minutes later, Sheng Manru chose a shawl with a crabapple pattern, and An Ran chose two.
"I think the one with the orchid pattern is more suitable for you. The one with the peony pattern... is a bit too magnificent." Sheng Manru commented.
An Ran smiled slightly: "You're right, I also like the orchid one better. I also want the peony one, and I'm going to give it away."
"Wow, it's not an ordinary person to be worthy of a flower like peony in your heart. Can you tell me who this beauty is?" Sheng Manru joked with her.
She was very happy to finally see An Ran cheer up, so she deliberately teased her to say a few more words.
"I won't tell you!" An Ran gave it away playfully. "It will be kept secret for now."
She scanned the QR code and transferred 4,500 to the female stall owner based on the price of 1,500 per shawl without any counter-offering.
The female stall owner was so happy that she couldn't help but take out a delicate paper bag, folded the three shawls and put them in each one.
At the same time, she did not forget to show off to the dumbfounded girls next to her: "Look, this is the one who really knows his stuff! My mother-in-law is almost eighty years old. She sells one item and gets one less, and buys one and earns one."
.You can’t buy it anywhere else!”
An Ran picked up the paper bag and asked curiously: "Auntie, don't you know how to knit?"
The female stall owner sighed with embarrassment: "It can't be that easy! It's too difficult to learn!"
The inheritance of intangible cultural heritage is becoming increasingly difficult because the fast pace of modern society and the spread of mechanization have made it increasingly difficult for modern people to calm down and learn this complex craft.
Therefore, many traditional crafts are facing the crisis of being lost, or have been lost.
After buying the shawl, An Ran pulled Sheng Manru towards the parking lot.
Sheng Manru asked curiously: "Are we leaving now? Where should we go to play?"
An Ran raised the packaging bag in his hand and revealed a mysterious smile: "I'll take you to meet the owner of the peony!"
Nie Canghao came to Bai Ling's newly transferred hospital ward and saw her lying weakly on the bed, and couldn't help but feel guilty.
What happened yesterday was too outrageous. An Ran was furious to death, and Bai Ling was also tortured a lot.
Zhu Hong raised his head and glanced at Nie Canghao, seeming to be relieved. "You are finally here, hurry up and persuade her to eat something!"
Nie Canghao came closer, looked at the sick Bai Ling, and said softly: "What happened yesterday... I apologize to you on behalf of my mother."
Bai Ling gave a pale and weak smile and sighed softly: "Auntie is not wrong. If I were in her place, my reaction might be even more intense."
"Why haven't you eaten?" Nie Canghao asked her worriedly.
Bai Ling said lazily: "I don't have much appetite, I don't have anything to eat."
Nie Canghao thought carefully for a while and suggested: "The Buddha Jumping Over the Wall cooked by Lan Yue is a masterpiece. An Ran also had a bad appetite when she had morning sickness, but she only likes to eat the Buddha Jumping Over the Wall she made. I will go and pack a portion for you...
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Bai Ling's eyelids twitched and she showed a warm smile: "If you didn't mention it, I would have forgotten that there is an old friend of ours in the imperial capital. I haven't seen her for so many years, and I miss her a little."
"When you get better, I'll accompany you to her place to sit." Nie Canghao immediately agreed.
Bai Ling struggled to sit up and seemed to have regained some energy. "I've been lying on the bed and I'm bored. I'm looking for a place to walk. Why don't you take me there now. Whether I eat or not is the next best thing. I want to find an old friend.