Chapter 92 Are there still people who are transmigrating like her in this world?
"This is a gift from the neighbor next door!" Song Tuanyuan said, asking Wang Yulan to bring the bowls. "One bowl per person, let's drink the pancakes quickly. After we are full and drunk, we can go shopping!"
Song Fugui heard the noise and came out. Hearing that it was a gift from a neighbor, he couldn't help but ask: "Is it from Mr. Ji?"
Song Shuangxi was stunned: "The house next door is the house of Mr. Ji who went to our house for dinner?"
Song Fugui nodded: "I have met that young master several times, and it is indeed Mr. Ji!"
"No matter who it is, if you have something to eat, eat it quickly!" Song Tuanyuan sighed.
Two of the fish died as soon as I got them. What could I do? I had to kill them while they were still fresh. I borrowed the Ji family's pot to make fish soup. After making it, I gave some to Mrs. Yao to stop Mrs. Yao's mouth.
As for how to deliver the goods after these ten days, Song Tuanyuan hasn't figured out yet. The worst thing he can do is go to the river behind Songjiacun and catch two.
Anyway, let’s finish this meal first!
This small barrel of fish soup is filled with fresh aroma.
Wang Yulan quickly went to get bowls and chopsticks, and each of them sat under the eaves to drink, one bowl at a time, and ate the pancakes.
Song Tuanyuan looked at the children sitting in a row, and sat down too, drinking fish soup and putting the matter between Ji Changan and Mu Yundie behind.
But to be honest, Song Tuanyuan really didn't want Ji Changan to marry Mu Yundie, so he could just find another woman!
She and Mu Yundie seemed to have some conflicts and discord!
It seems that if there is a chance, it is better to find some good women for Ji Changan!
Song Tuanyuan drank half a bowl of fish soup and made up her mind.
After eating and drinking enough, the little girl also fell asleep. After Wang Yulan fed her milk, the whole family rested for a while and then went out.
After all, it still takes an hour to go back, so I have to leave early after shopping for a while.
Wang Yulan was wearing a baby seat designed by Song Tuanyuan. It was the kind of baby seat that was strapped to the body and had a sling on the front so that the child could sit in it. At least it would free up both hands and Song Fugui could hold it.
Holding Wang Yulan like this, she didn't feel tired at all, especially when she saw the dazzling array of rare things.
There are all kinds of snacks on the street. When she got to the town, Wang Yulan discovered that wontons were the most common ones, such as wontons, steamed buns, cross-bridge noodles, fried dough sticks, noodle nests, and all kinds of snacks and pastries on the roadside.
Those who sell dog-skin plasters and powerful pills, those who read fortune-telling, and those who perform as entertainers.
The monkey performers were both male and female, old and young, and it was very lively.
Wang Yulan looked at it as if she had entered a new world. She was protecting the child with one hand and holding Song Fugui's hand tightly with the other, feeling nervous and excited at the same time.
Song Fugui saw that Wang Yulan was slowly sweating on the tip of her nose. He pulled Wang Yulan to the shade and asked Wang Yulan to hold the child to him.
"You, a grown man, are holding a child..." Wang Yulan said in a low voice.
In the village, no man is willing to hold a child. Song Fugui didn't hold a child before, but now he often holds a child at home, but after all, men still have to save face when going out.
"It's okay!" Song Fugui said, and took the little girl over.
The little girl happily nestled in Song Fugui's arms.
Wang Yulan felt warm in her heart and tightly grabbed Song Fugui's lapel.
"Big brother and sister-in-law!" Song Shuangxi called Song Fugui and Wang Yulan on the roadside.
Song Tuanyuan found a shop selling snacks. There was a pergola underneath, and there were people in twos and threes eating snacks in the pergola.
There are also many varieties of snacks, including donkey rolling, red bean cake, mung bean cake, etc.
Song Tuanyuan ordered a pound of red beans, a pound of mung beans, and various candied fruits, which cost more than 200 yuan in total.
When Wang Yulan passed by, Song Tuanyuan was paying. Wang Yulan watched the two hundred coins go out, her lips trembling with distress.
"Mom, didn't you just have dinner? Why did you spend this money..." Two hundred coins can feed the Song family for a month.
"When you are tired from walking, drink some water, and eat cakes and offer tea here!" Song Tuanyuan said, calling Wang Yulan to sit down.
The Song family sat together at a table.
"Your pastry!" The waiter brought the pastry over, a pot of tea, and placed tea bowls one by one. Even Song Xiaoxiao had a tea bowl.
Song Xiaoxiao looked around, not daring to speak, but her little mouth pursed slightly with a smile.
Song Tuanyuan brought a candied fruit to Song Xiaoxiao: "Come on, Xiaoxiao, eat a candied fruit and sweeten your mouth!"
Song Xiaoxiao quickly took it, took a small bite, and gave the rest to Wang Yulan.
Wang Yulan refused to eat.
"Mom, it's delicious!" Song Xiaoxiao kept holding it up.
Wang Yulan glanced at Song Tuanyuan and saw that Song Tuanyuan was smiling, so she took a small bite and nodded, "It's delicious!"
Song Tuanyuan said: "Eat quickly, the second oldest and the youngest, I asked the waiter to wrap them up, so we can all eat them!"
When Song Shuangxi heard this, he quickly reached out his hand, took out a red bean cake, and put it in his mouth.
It melted in the mouth, leaving only the sweetness... Song Shuangxi raised his eyes and looked at Song Tuanyuan: "Mom, it's so delicious, maybe it's especially delicious just sitting here!"
Song Tuanyuan nodded: "These are freshly baked, crispy on the outside and fragrant on the inside, so naturally they are particularly delicious!"
Song Tuanyuan raised his eyes and took a look at this dessert shop. Ji's pastry, is it Ji Changan's shop? It can't be such a coincidence, right?
"Mom, eat it!" Song Shuangxi saw Song Tuanyuan looking at the pastry shop's sign in a daze, so he urged Song Tuanyuan.
Song Tuanyuan responded.
"Cake, cake, today is Mr. Wang's birthday. Our Ji's Pastry specially made a birthday cake for Mr. Wang. I wish Mr. Wang will live longer than the evergreen pine in Nanshan Mountain!" Song Tuanyuan had just taken a bite of the mung bean cake when he heard the waiter behind him.
As soon as I shouted, the mung bean cake got stuck in my throat.
"Ahem!" Song Tuanyuan couldn't help but cough, and quickly took a sip of tea to calm down.
Birthday cake? Birthday cakes existed so early in ancient times?
Song Tuanyuan quickly looked back and saw the waiter pushing a cart welded with iron sheets. There was a birthday cake embryo on it. Although there was no cream, a small red candle was clearly lit on it. And that person
Mr. Wang also wears a birthday hat on his head!
Song Tuanyuan couldn't help but stand up and stared blankly at the scene in front of her. What on earth was going on? Are there other time-travelers like her in this world?
"Mr. Ji, you are so polite!" Mr. Wang, the birthday boy, was obviously very satisfied and rewarded the waiter.
The waiter took it with a smile and said: "Our young master said that Mr. Wang is our big customer. Of course we will remember Mr. Wang's birthday!"
Song Tuanyuan stepped forward, wanting to take a closer look at the cake embryo, but now Mr. Wang was surrounded by people watching the excitement, and some bumped into him, squeezing Song Tuanyuan out several times.
"Do you want to eat birthday cake too?" Suddenly, a man helped Song Tuanyuan from behind, who was almost knocked down. He couldn't help but laugh in Song Tuanyuan's ear, "You won't be afraid of getting fat after eating and turning into a pig!"