Xiao Yunying began to think about various peach-based desserts and pastries. There are many ways to make them, but they require ingredients from the supermarket, such as cream or gelatin sheets.
Chen Yuanyao gently shook the peach blossoms and said, "Sister Yunying, are you thinking of new dishes to make with peaches again? When the peaches are ripe, can we be your first customers to try them?"
"Of course, I'll call you when the time comes."
Zuo Qingzhi and Lan Zhi sighed, "Peaches don't ripen until June or July. I definitely won't be able to stay for that long. It seems I won't be able to enjoy them."
Chen Yuanyao handed her the peach blossoms in her hand and picked one for herself: "If you want to stay, then stay. Sister Yunying won't kick you out. If it really doesn't work out, you can stay at my house."
“That’s not the reason.” Zuo Qingzhi lowered her head and picked flower petals. “You know I ran away this time. My mother won’t say anything because of my older sister, but she won’t just let me stay here and not go back.”
Chen Yuanyao remained silent for a moment. Since they were the same age, she naturally knew what Zuo Qingzhi was talking about.
Actually, her mother had asked her about this matter, but her mother was much more open-minded than Zuo Qingzhi's mother. She didn't go to find a man to marry without considering her own wishes. Instead, she asked if she had a man she liked.
But she also knew that if she didn't meet someone she liked, her parents wouldn't continue to indulge her in not getting married, and sooner or later she would still have to follow the path of "arranged marriage by parents and matchmakers".
However, she was open-minded. If that time really came, she would choose someone who was good-looking and obedient, so that she wouldn't dislike him and he wouldn't cause her any trouble.
She took Zuo Qingzhi's hand and said, "Alright, alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Let's walk inside; the peach blossoms are even more beautiful there."
Seeing that she had started walking backwards again, Xiao Yunying warned her, "Don't walk backwards, be careful not to fall."
Chen Yuanyao listened intently and said, "Listen, there are other people talking here. There must be other people here admiring the flowers."
Zuo Ningyuan listened for a moment and said, "Someone is reciting poetry. I'll go take a look."
Chen Yuanyao pulled Zuo Qingzhi along, saying, "Let's go take a look too."
Xiao Yunying was also curious about what it was like for these literati to appreciate flowers and compose poems: "Yunwan, let's go take a look."
Chen Yuanyao ran ahead and had already spotted a figure through the layers of peach trees. She turned around and said, "Sister Yunying, come quick, she's over here."
Zuo Qingzhi's expression changed: "Hey!"
Before she could finish speaking, Chen Yuanyao bumped into someone.
She even stepped on the person's foot, and her body swayed, but luckily she reacted quickly and grabbed a peach tree to steady herself.
The person who was bumped into tried to reach out to help her, but once she regained her balance, he withdrew his hands and then looked down at his feet with a distorted expression.
Zuo Qingzhi asked worriedly, "Yaoyao, are you alright?"
Chen Yuanyao patted her chest nonchalantly: "Luckily, I reacted quickly, I almost fell."
"Are you hurt anywhere?"
Chen Yuanyao moved her ankles and wrists: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm not injured anywhere."
Xiao Yunying, who had just walked over, looked at the scene and then at the young man whose expression had not yet recovered.
"I told you to be careful when you walk, don't be so reckless, you bumped into someone."
Chen Yuanyao then remembered to apologize: "Young master, I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going, you..."
She looked down and saw a large footprint on the other person's shoe: "Does it hurt?"
To maintain his gentlemanly demeanor, the young man quickly adjusted his expression: "I'm fine, but young lady, please don't run around in the woods anymore. The branches are tangled and the trees are messy; you might get hurt if you're not careful."
"Thank you for reminding me, young master. But these shoes of yours... I'm really sorry. I'll compensate you with a new pair of boots."
Zuo Qingzhi felt that these words were inappropriate, so she tugged at her friend's sleeve and shook her head.
Chen Yuanyao then realized, "No, young master, name a price and I'll compensate you. Or you can go directly to Jinxiu Pavilion to order a new pair of boots, tell the shopkeeper my name, and I'll pay for them."
The young man initially intended to refuse, but upon hearing the name of Jinxiu Pavilion, he hesitated for a moment and asked, "Does the young lady know the owner of Jinxiu Pavilion?"
Chen Yuanyao subconsciously looked at Xiao Yunying, but saw her quickly lower her head. Knowing that she didn't want to reveal her identity, she replied somewhat guiltily, "I guess we know each other."
"Then may I ask for a favor and have a few sets of bed curtains and clothing custom-made at Jinxiu Pavilion?"
"You can order directly to customize, but the order may take some time to process."
The young man explained, "It's like this. Our family has only been in Donglin City for a short time. We heard that the patterns in Jinxiu Pavilion are unique and novel. My grandmother went to see it and especially liked the patterns on the bed curtains. However, the shop only sells ordinary embroidery now, and the orders are already booked for three months from now. We are not accepting any more orders for the time being."
I want to ask the girl for a favor. Time isn't an issue, but I just need to at least reserve the items first.
"I see..."
Whether she went to Jinxiuge or Shijinfang, she could always use the back door and never had to queue, so she naturally didn't know that Jinxiuge had such a long queue.
However, she couldn't make this decision herself, so she turned her gaze to Xiao Yunying, who nodded slightly, before daring to agree to the matter.
"Sure, sir. May I ask your name? I'll just let the proprietress of Jinxiuge know."
The young man followed her gaze, but without noticing anything, he looked away and said, "My surname is Wenren, and my given name is Jiajin."
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