Chapter 94： Chinese New Year's Eve Procurement

Murong Qing's beautiful eyes moved, and Yan Xing had already stood up to look for the shopkeeper.

Murong Qing nodded with satisfaction, Yan Xing's head was getting brighter and brighter.

In less than a while, Yan Xing returned somewhat disappointed.

"What?" Murong Qing raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Master, this dish was not made by the cook here!"

"Oh?" Murong Qing was a little curious.

"I just asked, the shopkeeper said that it was a little girl who cooked the dishes, and now they're gone!"

"Is that so..." Murong Qing felt a little regretful. But the little girl in the shopkeeper's mouth? How small can it be?

"Master, are we still looking for someone?" Yan Xing asked tentatively.

With his understanding of himself as a foodie, it is estimated that if he can't eat such delicious food in the future, he will definitely be downcast and complain to him every day.

A bowl of good pasta made by a cook in the former residence, the master especially prefers noodles with miscellaneous sauce. After the cook passed away, the master of his own family didn't know how many times Ni had chanted in his ear that he wanted to eat another bowl of miscellaneous sauce noodles.

"Then you can find out who they are and where they live?"

"The shopkeeper said that she just came to the store to deliver ingredients, and she never asked where she lived!"

"So, it's enough that people can't find it?" Murong Qing got up, stood up, and looked at the pedestrians coming and going from the window.

Yan Xing had a few black lines on his forehead, so he was talking nonsense for so long?

"I'm full! Let's go!"

Murong Qing put away the jade fan, looking like a romantic boy with a ruffian smile on his face. Yan Xing followed, putting on a cold face, keeping strangers away.

Han Yingxue went to the market with Hu Xiaoli. Both of them made a big purchase.

There is also a "rice bucket" at home, so Han Yingxue bought 50 catties of rice in one go. I bought a pound of pork ribs and some vegetables. And oil and salt. After some purchases, it cost 400 yuan.

"Xueer, we have to buy some yellow paper candles and firecrackers for the Mid-Autumn Festival tomorrow!" Hu Xiaoli said.

In the past, during the Mid-Yuan Festival, the family just burned a few pieces of yellow paper because they had no money. Now that I have some money today, I can no longer save as much as before, and I still have to buy what I need to buy.

Mid-Yuan Festival?

No wonder Mr. Liu came to town today.

The fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month is the Zhongyuan Festival, also known as the Ghost Festival. The ancients took this festival very seriously. Every household will offer sacrifices and prayers.

Han Yingxue didn't believe in these scientific superstitions before, but his own soul penetrated here, and it was a scientific reason that could not be explained.

For ghosts and gods, it is better to maintain a sense of reverence in your heart.

"Okay! Let's go buy it then!"

After the two of them made their purchases, most of the afternoon had passed.

Because of the Chinese New Year's Day tomorrow, there are a lot of people coming to town today.

Han Yingxue and Hu Xiaoli found Father Wu's ox cart. Only half of the people who came to town today were sitting on it.

Liu's basket was filled with yellow paper firecrackers prepared for the Chinese New Year Festival. When I came to town, I only bought a pound of pork and a silver carp.

If she didn't come to town to run errands, the old Han family stipulated that she could eat a bowl of oil-splashed noodles, and she would be too lazy to come to town.

I saw that Han Yingxue not only had meat in his basket, but also many other good things.

Liu started to feel unbalanced.

Silly, this day is getting better! I bought more things than she did.

There are so many people in the old Han family, and they only bought a pound of pork because of the festival, and it wasn’t enough to fill the gaps between the teeth after burning it. How many people are there in the stupid family? They are still kids, how much can they eat?