Qiao Lian'er first used the excuse of healing Xiao Lan's memory to put her into a coma, and then took the teleportation shortcut.
As for the discrepancy in the date, Xiao Lan couldn't remember anything, so there was no need to worry that she would suspect it.
Compared to the wealthy and prosperous states surrounding the capital, Yunzhou appears much less developed.
Sure enough, you could see a lot of rice flour cakes at the food stalls on both sides of the street.
Xiao Lan seemed to habitually look around, and then instinctively walked towards a stall.
"Auntie, give me two rice flour cakes."
The old lady was delighted to see Xiao Lan, her face beaming with smiles: "Girl, it's been so long since I've seen you! Oh my, you've become more and more beautiful. Your skin is so smooth now. Still the same as before, would you like some more sugar?"
Xiao Lan was taken aback. Did this old lady know her?
Just as she was about to ask, Qiao Lian'er gently shook her head at her.
"Yes, the same as always."
The old lady deftly made two rice flour pancakes, piping hot and emitting an authentic aroma. One bite, and they tasted even better than the ones I bought in Beijing.
Xiao Lan ate heartily, as if she were tasting the flavors of her memories.
“Princess, this old lady should know where I live.”
"Yes, we'll find another opportunity to ask. There are too many people on the street, and if we ask now, other people we know might find out that you have amnesia."
After observing the old lady for a while at the teahouse across the street, a customer dropped a piece of silver when leaving with a cake. The old lady quickly picked it up, called the customer back, and handed it to him.
Two little beggars came to the stall to beg, and the old woman made a pancake for each of them.
Qiao Lian'er made a judgment: this old lady was a kind and sincere person, and if she asked her privately, she wouldn't have to worry about causing any unforeseen complications.
By noon, all the rice batter had been used up, and the old lady packed up her stall to go home.
Qiao Lian'er approached the old woman and said, "Auntie, you must be thirsty after standing here all morning. I have half a pot of tea and some snacks left at the teahouse. If you don't mind, please come and quench your thirst."
The old woman looked surprised, because she had never seen Qiao Lian'er before.
She looked at Xiao Lan again, and Xiao Lan nodded to her: "It's a waste if you can't finish the food."
The old woman rubbed the hem of her clothes and said embarrassedly, "How can I take this for free? I have to give you some money."
"Auntie, please don't stand on ceremony with us. If you can't finish those snacks, you can pack them up for your grandson at home."
The old woman was very happy and followed them into the teahouse.
There were seven or eight exquisite pastries on the table, none of which had been touched, making the old lady feel somewhat flattered.
Xiao Lan poured a cup of tea for the old lady, who quickly accepted it with both hands.
"No need, no need, I can do it myself."
After taking a sip of tea, the old lady smacked her lips and exclaimed, "The tea in this teahouse has such a delicate taste, so sweet and fragrant."
She took another bite of the pastry, and was deeply moved, saying that she had never eaten anything so delicious in her life.
The thought of bringing it back to her home made her grandchildren incredibly happy, and she was filled with anticipation.
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