49 The Truth About Pulling Out the Willows: The Red Lotus Youth Soup, the main function is to replenish Qi and blood...

"Shopkeeper Wei, please take a look at my Red Lotus Rice. The rice it produces is very fragrant."

As autumn deepened, the dawns slowed. Even in the foggy morning, vendors were already waiting outside their shops. They tucked their heads into their clothes, and when Wei Jinyun opened the door, they rushed over to deliver their goods.

Yunlaixiang makes snacks, which require glutinous rice. A vendor specially brought half a sack of red lotus rice from home to ask about it.

The rice grains in the bag are slender and regular, unlike the solid round rice grains, and they have a light rouge red color.

Wei Jinyun reached out, took some rice, and twisted it between his fingers. "It's good rice. I bet it's not cheap... How much do you sell it for per bushel?"

"This is seventy cents."

The vendor lowered his head and said embarrassedly.

Wei Jinyun put the red lotus rice back and said, "This is twice as expensive as regular rice."

"There's no other way."

The vendor sighed with a sad face, "My cousin in Changshu County told me that this red lotus rice is very expensive there, so I bought some to plant. But I didn't expect the yield per acre to be very low, and even when I went to the rice shop, it was difficult to sell."

He was filled with regret. His cousin was also a fool. Red Lotus Rice was expensive, but that was only for the rich. The sales channels had long been taken over by others, so there was no chance for them to make a fortune.

As for ordinary people, who would bother eating Red Lotus Rice? Pingjiang Prefecture was a land of fish and rice, and ordinary rice cost thirty wen a dou, yet each grain was sweet and soft. There was no need to spend several times the amount of silver to buy Red Lotus Rice.

Right now, his family's several acres of land are all planted with red lotus rice, which is sold at a loss at 70 wen a bushel. If he doesn't sell it, he doesn't know how much he can earn this year. If he keeps it until next year and it becomes stale, it will all rot in his hands.

Seeing that Wei Jinyun had no intention of buying the red lotus rice, the vendor gave her other vegetables and prepared to carry the red lotus rice to ask at other stores.

But she stopped him at the door and called out, "How much red lotus rice do you have at home?"

"There are still four stones at home."

The more the peddler spoke, the more regretful he felt. If he had switched to ordinary rice, these few acres of land would have produced only seven or eight stone!

Wei Jinyun leaned against the shop door, folding his arms. "Let me try your half bag first. If it tastes good, I'll consider buying more."

"real?"

The vendor trudged up the steps, carrying half a bag of red lotus rice, and said gratefully, "Don't worry, Shopkeeper Wei. I take care of these acres of red lotus rice every day just like I take care of my parents. Every grain of rice is big and plump. We've even cooked it at home and tasted it, and it's delicious."

It is indeed the rice that the nobles love to eat. It is beautiful when cooked and has a strong rice aroma. But his family is reluctant to cook it more. Cooking it once is like eating gold, which makes me feel uncomfortable.

"Well, carry it in."

The peddler carried half a bag of red lotus rice into the yard and placed it next to the vegetables he had delivered. He said "Manager Wei, I wish you a prosperous business" dozens of times, took Wei Jinyun's money, and left happily.

"Jinyun bought the Red Lotus Rice."

Wang Qiulan was chopping rice with her eyes narrowed when she saw Wei Jinyun scooping up the red lotus rice in a flat basket. "This is not often eaten. It's delicious, but it's expensive."

"There are ways to make something expensive... With the cold weather in late autumn, it's time for us to get some new products."

Wei Jinyun drew some well water, washed the red lotus rice, and poured the water into the vase.

"Sister, you bought the vase specially."

Wei Fuling fed the loofah and edamame, then held Yuanbao and winked at her.

Yuanbao meowed a few times and stretched out his paw to touch the autumn hibiscus in the bottle.

"I bought it from Changmen..."

Wei Jinyun cut off the extra branches with scissors and patted the heads of the few autumn hibiscus flowers that had not yet bloomed to wake them up.

"Did Sister go to Changmen yesterday?"

Wei Fuqiu mixed the rice bran and moved closer to Wei Fuling.

"No, she said yesterday she was going to Shantang Street to buy jujube paste sesame cakes."

Wei Fuling held Yuanbao in her arms and asked cheerfully, "What a big sesame date paste cake! What do you think, Yuanbao?"

Yuanbao responded by rubbing his head against his palm.

The vase has pendant ears and is painted and carved before firing, a specialty of the porcelain shop on Shantang Street. A vase costs several dozen coins.

"Boss Wei, I'm here!"

Gu Xiang's voice rang out from outside the shop door. He walked in like a meteor, his eyes fixed on the autumn hibiscus flowers on the counter.

She took a bite of the meat bun she had bought on the road and couldn't help but praise it, "This is a good place to put it. It's the most conspicuous. I told you that Shopkeeper Wei liked these flowers. Yesterday, he was too embarrassed to reach out and take them!"

One held out his hand, the other took it, and the stalemate lasted for a long time. The people in the shop just watched, and the people at the table of the cloth shop owner, Mr. Chen, were so shocked that they almost pressed their eyes to the counter.

Finally, Lord Lu took the pear syrup candy that Manager Wei had stuffed in for him, and without staying any longer, he mounted his horse and went to patrol the streets.

How long will these two people keep arguing with each other?

"Xiao Gu."

Wei Jinyun rubbed his head and said, "Shut up."

"No, I haven't finished my buns yet."

The pink and white autumn hibiscus is well cared for by rice washing water, and can remain beautiful for many days in Yunlaixiang, adding a touch of autumn color.

In the kitchen, red lotus rice has been stewed with red dates, red beans, and wolfberries, and the aroma of rice is bubbling out.

Red Lotus Rice is actually a type of blood glutinous rice, which can replenish qi and blood, and benefit the spleen and stomach. In autumn and winter, blood glutinous rice has always been used in desserts and tea.

Wei Jinyun took a wooden basin, poured glutinous rice flour and milk into it, mixed with brown sugar, and gently stirred until it became thick. With only one stick of firewood added to the stove, she poured the mixed glutinous rice paste into the pot, stirring constantly with a bamboo spatula.

The glutinous rice gradually solidified when heated, slowly solidifying from a loose consistency into a ball, which became increasingly pliable and soft. She patiently stirred it for a while until the rice ball could be pulled into sticky threads that didn't stick to the spatula, then she picked it up.

Wei Fuling and Wei Fuqiu stood by the stove early in the morning. The smell of milk was so strong that the whole yard was filled with the fragrance of milk.

Jinyun scooped some glutinous rice balls from the pot into two porcelain bowls. As soon as the spoon left the edge of the bowl, the glutinous rice balls began to form threads, dangling and hanging down, and then gently sticking back into the bowl.

Wei Fuqiu scooped up a small piece and slowly put it into her mouth. She chewed it for a moment before looking up. "I've read a lot of books recently, but I can't find other words to describe the desserts my sister made. Sister, it's delicious."

Wei Fuling came over with a spoon in hand. As soon as she scooped in the glutinous rice, long threads immediately formed. She hurriedly put them into her mouth.

It was soft and sweet with a milky aroma, and she finished it all in just a few bites.

Put the soft and stretchable glutinous rice ball into the soft and sticky red lotus rice, add a spoonful of rice fermented glutinous rice and a few small dumplings, and it will be Yunlaixiang’s new product in late autumn, blood glutinous rice mochi fermented glutinous rice.

Naturally, this statement was not pleasant to hear. Wei Jinyun and her sisters discussed it for a while and finally decided on - Red Lotus Rejuvenating Soup, twelve cents per bowl.

The main function is to replenish energy and maintain youthful appearance, and it is also delicious.

Gu Xiang loved Wei Jinyun's snacks the most. The three meat buns seemed to disappear in an instant, and she felt hungry after just a moment's glance. After a bowl of the sample soup, she felt refreshed and felt like she could mop the floor four times today.

Meng Ge'er was waiting at the door of the small house early in the morning. As long as Wei Fuling didn't enter the small house, he would definitely not go in first and just stood there waiting outside.

Chuntao and Xiaoman had no choice but to make him a small hat to protect him from the wind. However, their embroidery skills were not as fine as Wang Qiulan's. Wei Fuling looked like a lucky doll in her rabbit hat, while Meng Ge'er's tiger hat was a bit silly, with one eye larger than the other and its tail curled up.

"Sister Ling, is this really for me?"

Meng Ge'er sat down and wrote a few words when Wei Fuling brought him a large bowl of snacks. Usually, she would only give him snack pieces, and then she would have to answer questions correctly before she could eat.

"Yes."

Wei Fuling nodded, "However, you have to do something for me in the future."

"What's up?"

Meng Ge'er had already buried his face in the bowl.

"I'll be going to school soon. Watch the shop every day. If anyone bullies me, come to Su Yuxuan and tell me. Have you memorized the way to Su Yuxuan?"

"Yeah, I've got it firmly in mind!"

Yun Lai Xiang had officially opened for business at the beginning of the month, and within moments of opening, people were already flocking in. Originally a dim sum shop, some customers, craving warm, bustling autumn weather, decided to grab lunch while they were there.

Whenever Wei Jinyun introduced a new dish, her sisters would write on flowery paper and place it on each table, even marking the price. This way, there was no need for detailed introductions; interested customers would order it.

By noon, the shop was already filled with the aroma of red lotus rice. On the flowery paper, in large, bright characters, were written the words "Replenish Qi and Preserve Youth," along with a few smiling faces.

Those who order the new dish may go in groups of three or five and order a few bowls, or order some for their wives, or children may see other people's glutinous rice balls being stretched and want to try it too.

However, for the child's bowl, Wei Jinyun would specifically ask Gu Xiang to replace the fermented glutinous rice with osmanthus honey and add an extra spoonful of glutinous rice balls.

A new bamboo screen had been placed by the shop window, and a long table had been moved there. The screen was positioned so that it could separate the shop from the other tables, while still allowing sunlight from the window to shine in.

This was the teaching place Wei Jinyun had built for her grandmother. Her backyard was full of things, and with the constant clamor of a dog, it wasn't a good place for teaching.

Just after noon, four embroiderers arrived, carrying blue cloth bags and bamboo baskets. The leader, Chen Chuxiang, bowed first, speaking in a clear and steady voice, "I, Chen Chuxiang, and my three sisters, have come to take Aunt Wang as your teacher."

As they were talking, several people came in one after another to bring in the gift of salary. In the bamboo basket, besides the six gifts of salary, there were also scissors, a bamboo ruler, a sewing kit, and a small, exquisite copper iron.

The last embroiderer gently lifted the cloth and took out two cans of hand oil. She said respectfully, "Master, this is made from almonds and beeswax. I wish it will protect you and our hands so that we can embroider fine works."

Embroidery is a delicate craft, requiring the embroiderer's hands to be well-maintained, free of roughness and burrs. Wang Qiulan's wood-breaking skills left her hands somewhat rough, but thanks to constant use of glutinous rice water, they remained free of cracks and sores, even in winter.

The rough work in the shop has been contracted by Gu Xiang. Seeing her running around, Wei Jinyun has started thinking about hiring some more helpers.

Wei Fuqiu's eyes fell on the bundles of clothes handed to her by the embroiderers, and she moved closer to Wei Jinyun. "Sister, when we go to Su Yuxuan and become the master's apprentice, do we have to bring all these things with us?"

Wei Jinyun was busy refilling tea and nodded when he heard this. "Of course. When you learn from a teacher, you should respect your teacher. This rule cannot be ignored."

Gu Xiang was carrying several bunches of bacon tied together with hemp ropes, grinning from ear to ear. "Look at this bacon, it's a mixture of fat and lean meat, weighing several kilograms. I'm afraid it will take us until winter to finish it all in our shop."

She quickly picked up her things and walked briskly to the backyard.

It turns out that being a master can bring so many things. I wonder if there is anyone willing to become her disciple. She has a set of stick techniques that she has developed herself, which are specially used to beat up ruffians.

Gu Xiang's mind was now filled with Aunt Wang's stewed bamboo shoots with bacon, bacon and vegetable rice, wild rice stem and bacon...

As the two were talking, Wei Fuling ran in from outside and grabbed Wei Jinyun's sleeve. "Sister, I just saw them worshipping Grandma as their master. I feel a little reluctant to leave you. When you go to the academy, you will be alone in the shop. You will definitely be bored. I will miss you every day."

Wei Fuqiu also said silently, "I can do it too."

Wei Jinyun's eyebrows curved, and she stroked her head back and forth with each hand. "You go to Su Yuxuan. School starts at chen time and ends at shen time. The hours are no different from those of the prefectural school. Yun Laixiang is always here, and my sister and grandmother won't run away. What are you afraid of? My sister will pick you up from school when the time comes."

"That won't work."

Wei Fuling hurriedly shook her head, full of determination, "We can walk back on our own. I need to think carefully about how to spend a day without seeing my sister."

She went back to her little house muttering to herself, thinking that she had to give Meng Ge'er more snacks every day.

Wei Fuqiu also looked at her, her tone becoming a little more serious. "Sister, you're alone in the shop. Be good. If anyone bullies you, you must tell me."

Wei Jinyun was amused by the sisters. "We haven't even started school yet, and you're already feeling so sad just because you attended a teacher-apprenticeship ceremony. When that day comes, who knows, you might have met new classmates and teachers and forgotten me all by now!"

"Absolutely not!"

Two voices came at the same time.

Behind the screen, the embroiderers held bowls of warm snacks, eating and praising the food.

One of them took a few bites and said repeatedly, "Although it's sweet, it's not greasy. I heard that Shopkeeper Wei said it's very suitable for women to replenish their qi and blood. He really put a lot of thought into it."

Another person smiled and continued, "That's right, Shopkeeper Wei is very skillful, even the snacks are made so delicately. We'll tell her about it later."

Chen Chuxiang put down the bowl and said sincerely, "Master, the snacks that Manager Wei makes are truly excellent, and you also taught us to stitch evenly. Your four grandparents and grandchildren are so talented. One is an exquisite embroidery artist, the other is a good cook, and even Fuqiu and Fuling are both smart and lively. Just looking at them makes me envious."

Wang Qiulan was threading silk with an embroidery needle and smiled. "Since the four of us, grandparents and grandchildren, came to Pingjiang Prefecture, we've been running this shop and making snacks. Our lives are stable and busy. We're much more comfortable than before. How can we not be happy?"

This was truly the happiest day she had had in decades.

The doorbell rang softly, and Zhao Xiangping walked in, supporting Zhan Ziming. His left arm was still bandaged with white gauze, but his face looked a little rosier than a few days ago.

He saw the flowered paper on the table and said to Zhao Xiangping, "Sister Xiangping, this soup looks good. It's said to replenish qi and blood and keep your youthful complexion. Come sit down and have a bowl. The shop is quiet now, so you can take a rest."

Zhao Xiangping couldn't help but laugh. "You're thinking of me first? Look at your arm, it's still in a sling, and a few days ago your face was as pale as paper. If we're talking about lack of energy and blood, you should be the one who needs to replenish it."

The guests around him all covered their mouths and laughed. Zhan Ziming's ears turned red from laughing, and he lowered his head awkwardly.

"I, I saw you were busy all morning and I was worried you were tired."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the bowl of soup handed to him by Zhao Xiangping. He could only take the bowl and slowly scoop it with a spoon.

Zhao Xiangping sat down opposite Zhan Ziming, stirring the soup in her bowl gently with a spoon. After a moment of silence, she spoke, "You've been to the shop to eat braised duck these past two days, and Madam Qing has also come over twice. Her feelings for you are obvious to everyone. Would you like to consider it?"

Zhan Ziming paused holding the spoon, and when he looked up, his eyes were extremely serious. "Mrs. Qing and I are just old acquaintances. I once wrote a petition for her father, and I never had any other thoughts. I have already made it clear to her."

"But there's affection in her eyes when she looks at you."

Zhao Xiangping interrupted him, stirring the soup in the bowl, "Don't neglect the girl's kindness."

Zhan Ziming's eyes fell on her face, his tone full of anxiety, "Sister Xiangping, you can only see other people's eyes, but not mine?"

Zhao Xiangping lowered her eyes to avoid his gaze, "Lawyer Zhan, I am already thirty-two years old this year, and Brother Meng, you are only twenty years old, with a bright future ahead of you. You and I..."

She suddenly stood up mid-sentence and said, "The shop is still busy. I'll go back first."

When Zhan Ziming saw Zhao Xiangping was about to leave, he subconsciously stretched out his right hand to pull her sleeve. Before he touched the fabric, he wondered how he could be so negligent to her, so he immediately retracted his hand with a "whoosh".

He used too much force and the wound on his left arm was pulled. He felt a sharp pain and his body tilted. With a "crash", he and the bamboo chair fell to the ground. The wound under the gauze was bleeding and a faint red mark was visible.

Zhao Xiangping paused, her expression changing as she turned around. She quickly rushed over to help him up, her voice urgent, "Ziming! How are you? Is your wound open?"

As she spoke, she carefully supported his back and helped him back to the chair, fearing to touch his injury again.

Zhan Ziming's forehead was sweating from the pain, but he stared at her, his voice trembling, "You, what did you call me?"

Zhao Xiangping finally realized she had spoken out of turn. She hurriedly let go of his hand and took a half step back, avoiding his gaze. "I'm busy in the shop. I have to go back and look after it. I'm leaving now!"

The wind chimes at the door were spinning slowly, and the fleeing footsteps were also becoming disorderly.

Gu Xiang stood aside, looking at the light red blood oozing from Zhan Ziming's gauze, then looking at the smile on his lips, and couldn't help muttering, "Lawyer Zhan, your arm is still bleeding, doesn't it hurt?"

Zhan Ziming raised his hand and touched the gauze. "Why does it hurt? It's just a flesh wound. Hurry up and get me some sweet snacks. Something sweet can soothe the pain and stop the bleeding."

Gu Xiang's eyes widened. "Ah, can snacks stop bleeding?"

Although she expressed her doubts, she turned around and went to the kitchen to get some snacks.

Zhan Ziming had just sat down when Meng Ge'er ran in clutching a small medicine bag. He tiptoed up to Zhan Ziming and said, "Brother Ziming, are you in pain again? Mother asked me to bring this medicine to you. She said she wants to change the gauze for you."

Zhan Ziming endured the pain in his arm, grinning but forcing a smile, "It doesn't hurt, Brother Ziming, it doesn't hurt at all. Your mother...what else did she say?"

Meng Ge'er scratched his head and said, "Mother said you can't eat pickled duck in the next few days. Your wound won't heal."

He didn't quite understand, but he felt that Brother Ziming was good to A Niang. It was Brother Ziming who ran around to help A Niang change the name of her shop and hire Sister Chun Tao and Sister Xiao Man. He picked up the Red Lotus Youth Soup that had been untouched on the table and went out to serve it to A Niang.

Wei Jinyun was leaning behind the counter, watching the "not painful at all" excitement, holding the tea bowl and sipping the warm tea slowly.

The wind chimes at the door suddenly jingled, and Lu Lingxiang strode in with a clear voice, "Jinyun, are you ready?"

Wei Jinyun was stunned for a moment, then put down the tea bowl and asked, "What are you preparing for?"

"We agreed yesterday that I would teach you some martial arts so that you wouldn't be bullied in the future!"

As Lu Lingxiang spoke, her eyes fell on a corner of the counter, and her eyes lit up, "Oh, the flower is here."

Before Wei Jinyun could say anything, Lu Lingxiang continued, "These autumn hibiscus flowers were planted by my grandfather. He was telling me the other day that these were the most beautiful ones this year. When I woke up today, he pulled me aside and asked, 'Xiangxiang, where are my most beautiful autumn hibiscus flowers?' ... Turns out they're right here!"

Wei Jinyun didn't swallow a mouthful of tea, and suddenly started coughing, his cheeks flushed red.

Didn’t you say you can just buy it casually?

Just picked up Mr. Lu's...

Wei Jinyun leaned against the counter and finally caught his breath. "When did I say I wanted to learn Kung Fu?"

Lu Lingxiang walked over to her, spread her hands and said helplessly, "I can't help it. I came to Yunlaixiang to rest yesterday evening and played chess with them. I lost, and then Sister Qu asked me to teach you some basic skills every day. She also said that since you are running the shop alone, it is always good to learn more to help you."

She added with a smile, "I can't just lose the game and not admit it, right?"

Wei Fuqiu stood there, her eyes blazing. "Sister, since we've agreed on this, let's get started now! It's always a good idea to learn more."

Wei Jinyun quickly waved his hands, "No, I just practiced Ba Duan Jin this morning, and my body is still relaxed, why should I learn it again..."

Gu Xiang was tidying up the dishes. Seeing her like this, he smiled and called out, "Don't worry, Shopkeeper Wei. I can handle the work in the shop by myself. Go learn some kung fu and practice it well!"

Shopkeeper Wei had some skills, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to uproot a weeping willow tree. For example, last time outside, he beat that scoundrel so hard that he was in pain. I think it took some skill.

Before Wei Jinyun could finish his words, Wei Fuqiu and Wei Fuling grabbed his arms from both sides and half pushed and half shoved him towards the backyard.

At this hour, she should have been curled up in the rattan chair beside the counter, reading a storybook and taking a nap.

Sister, she is such a good sister.

Wei Jinyun practiced for half an hour with his last breath, then he held on to the wall and moved towards the counter. After sitting down, he grabbed the tea bowl and took a few gulps, his chest still heaving.

Lu Lingxiang followed over, patted her on the shoulder, and praised her with a smile, "It seems that Jinyun, you are quite talented. You can perform the new moves smoothly. No wonder they call you the Little White Dragon in the Waves."

"puff--"

Wei Jinyun spat out all the tea he had just drunk, choking and waving his hands. "Who said that? When did I get this title?"

Lu Lingxiang blinked, "I know that! Do you want to go and take a look? But you have to promise me one thing."

Wei Jinyun frowned and finally calmed down, "What's going on again?"

Lu Lingxiang's tone softened a bit, and she grabbed her arm and shook it, "My birthday is in two days. Can you come to my house to spend it with me? Tangtang, Qingqing and the others will all be there."

Wei Jinyun thought about it and nodded, "Okay, but I can only go there at dusk. I have to guard the shop during the day and can't leave."

Lu Lingxiang immediately smiled and clapped her hands, saying, "It's the dinner party! Don't worry, Jinyun, someone will pick you up personally..."

Lu Lingxiang pulled Wei Jinyun out of Yunlaixiang, walked around several scattered streets, and soon arrived under a stone arch bridge.

A circle of people gathered around the bridge arch, with a small table in the middle. The storyteller was clapping a wake-up stick and telling a story with saliva flying everywhere. The people closest to him were half-grown children standing on tiptoe.

"Do you know Lord Lu from Pingjiang Prefecture?"

The gentleman raised his voice, and the surroundings suddenly fell silent. "He's a young hero! At the age of fourteen, he secretly signed up for the Inspection Office without telling his family. At sixteen, he led his men to destroy the Black Wind Gang's water bandit den and became an Inspector. At seventeen, he became the Metropolitan Inspector for his achievements in suppressing bandits!"

The children below chattered, "Did Lord Lu become an official in Bianjing later?"

The gentleman shook his head and slapped the wake-up stick again. "Mr. Lu turned down a future others would have wished for. His superiors wanted to transfer him to Bianjing, but he said, 'Pingjiang Prefecture is on the water, and the pirates haven't vanished yet. I have to stay here to protect the people.' Tell me, isn't this a blessing for our Pingjiang Prefecture?"

As soon as the storyteller finished speaking, a little girl in a pink silk skirt stood on tiptoe and muttered, "Sir, sir, stop talking about Lord Lu all the time. We also want to hear the story of Miss Wei plucking the weeping willow tree!"

Several children nearby also joined in the fun, "Yes, yes, tell the story of Miss Wei catching a thief again!"

The gentleman smiled and waved his hand, "Okay, okay, since you all want to hear it, then let's talk about this courageous young lady Wei!"

He cleared his throat and slapped the wake-up stick a little harder. "A while ago, there was a habitual thief named Li Dadan in Pingjiang Prefecture. He took advantage of the dark and windy night to sneak into the Yunlaixiang pastry shop, hoping to pry open the window and steal some money and pastries. But as soon as he climbed over the wall, he was caught red-handed by Miss Wei!"

The children below held their breath as the teacher continued, "How could Miss Wei tolerate his impudence? She had no weapon at hand, and seeing the thief about to escape, she stepped forward, grabbed a weeping willow tree at the corner of the courtyard, and shouted, 'Don't run away, you bastard!'"

The children also shouted, "Don't leave!"

"Then Miss Wei straightened her back and exerted force with her arms. Wow! She pulled the tree upside down, roots and soil all together! She swung the willow tree, and with a 'snap', she swept Li Dabing off the wall. The thief fell, screaming in pain. The neighbors tied him up on the spot and took him to the police!"

The children clapped their hands and cheered, stamped their feet around the storyteller, and shouted over and over, "Miss Wei uprooted the weeping willow! Miss Wei uprooted the weeping willow!"

The shouts were so loud that they could be heard from far away along the bridge arch.

Lu Lingxiang laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten her back. Finally, she simply squatted on the ground, holding the railing of the stone arch bridge with her hands. Tears were almost coming out of her eyes. "I just happened to pass by and heard it."

Wei Jinyun was angry and embarrassed. He pushed aside the children who had scattered around after taking the candy, squeezed to the front of the table, and finally spoke, "Sir, your story..."

The storyteller had already put away the wake-up stick and took a sip of tea from the porcelain bowl on the table. Perhaps because he moved too quickly, when she looked up, half of his beard had fallen off his face.

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The author has something to say: It is actually rice mochi, but it is usually made with tapioca starch, and glutinous rice flour can also be used. Changshu is famous for its duck blood glutinous rice, red lotus rice, rouge rice, and Pingjiang Prefecture's famous rice. These rices should be related.

Blood glutinous rice nourishes the body, you can cook five red soup, my wife tried it, add red skin peanuts and the like, replenish qi and blood, suitable for autumn and winter (Song has no peanuts)

Jinyun: What's the story? [Clown]

Mr. Lu: Grandfather's flowers are blooming beautifully. [Poor]

I didn't sleep all night because of the pain from my tenosynovitis, so I typed a little slowly.