Lou Yunchun took it and smelled it. The smell was light and pleasant, just as he liked. Noticing that the stitching was a little uneven, he guessed that she had sewn it herself, so he happily put it around his waist.
"You're so ugly, yet you dare to do it."
"It's not ugly, it looks good." Lou Yunchun touched it again and again, very satisfied.
Xu Jiang's face was so beaming with joy that she accidentally bumped into a flower girl and knocked over her basket.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The two of them quickly straightened the basket and helped pick the flowers. Fortunately, they were all orchids, wrapped in rotten leaves and moss, and were not seriously damaged.
Xu Jiang picked out all the damaged flowers and said to the flower girl, "My dear lady, I'm so sorry. It's my fault for not looking where I was going and bumping into you. Count out the price of these crushed flowers. I'll take them all."
The flower girl asked, "Can you grow flowers?"
"Not very." The flowers and plants in her shop were all grown naturally and only watered occasionally, so their growth varied.
The only tree that was carefully tended was the peach tree outside the corner gate, which was growing quite well.
"Orchids are delicate. If they are injured, they need careful care to survive. Since you don't know how to take care of them, they will die in vain if you buy them back. Why bother hurting them?" As she said this, she picked up her burden and left.
Xu Jiang stopped her and said, "That can be considered as a loss. Otherwise, I would feel uneasy."
The two were close to each other, and the flower girl could see the bruises on her forehead, which looked pitiful. Seeing her sincere words, her anger after being hit also disappeared.
"Forget it. This flower was dug from the mountains. It's not worth much. And if you take it home and take care of it, it can still survive. There's no need to pay for it."
"Then... I'll give you some rice dumplings as an apology." Xu Jiang was afraid she would refuse, so she quickly took a bunch of rice dumplings and put them in her basket. "I made them myself, and they taste pretty good. I hope you don't mind."
The flower girl said helplessly, "Okay." Then she added, "Thank you very much."
Seeing that she accepted it, Xu Jiang felt relieved. He then made way for her and said with a smile, "May my lady be well."
The flower girl stared at her head. She was injured like this, but she still asked others to help her. She looked a little stupid. No wonder she bumped into him so rashly.
"You are well too."
After saying that, he picked up the basket and left.
Watching her leave with steady steps, Xu Jiang couldn't help but sigh, "She's really capable."
When Lou Yunchun heard this and saw the woman, he thought of the difficulties Xu Jiang had faced when traveling alone.
"let's go."
"good."
After delivering the flowers, Song Qiao went home, but met the top scholar from the opposite side at the alley.
"Madam Song, how are you?"
"Well, your Excellency is well."
Every time Hu Xu heard her call him "Sir", he felt an indescribable strangeness in his heart, and always felt that this title carried a hint of sarcasm.
But looking at her expression, she was as cold and indifferent to everyone as ever, and there was no hint of any deeper meaning.
Is he overthinking it?
He looked at the few orchids left in the basket and asked, "How did you bring these back?"
Song Qiao uttered two words: "Fall."
Hu Xu sighed, "What a pity."
Song Qiao glanced at him with a soft expression.
When they reached their respective homes, Hu Xu stopped Song Qiao and gave her a bunch of rice dumplings. "You and Uncle Song probably don't have time to make them, so I'm giving these to you. It's good for celebrating the solar terms when you go back."
Song Qiao glanced at the rice dumplings in the basket and wanted to refuse, but when she met his calm eyes, she reached out and took it.
The rice dumpling string was wrapped around Hu Xu's fingers, and the unintentional touch made them both stunned.
"Thank you." Song Qiao put the rice dumplings into the basket and opened the door to enter the yard.
Hu Xu rubbed his fingers, and when he saw her coming, he knocked on his own door uncomfortably.
Song Qiao trimmed the broken flowers and replanted them in new pots. Just as she finished, she heard the door open. She hurried forward to open the door, and it was indeed her father who came back.
"Are you back? Put down your burden and go wash your hands. We're having rice dumplings tonight."
"Did you wrap it?"
"If your daughter had this skill, she would have been married long ago."
"That's right." Father Song nodded and went to wash his hands.
After setting the meal, the father and daughter opened the rice dumplings and ate them, each opening one string.
"It's a candied date rice dumpling. It tastes really good."
"It's good." Song Qiao suddenly stopped eating halfway, then took the one from his father's hand, broke off a piece and put it in his mouth.
"You eat yours, why are you stealing mine?" Song's father took the rice dumpling back and ate it in a few bites.
Song Qiao held the rice dumpling in his hand with a complicated expression.
The two strings of rice dumplings are of the same flavor. If you look closely, you will see that the size, knots, and ingredients are exactly the same.
Obviously the work of one person.
Song Qiao thought of the reckless woman and the wound on her forehead, and suddenly the scene of running into Hu Xu hurriedly leaving the house a few days ago flashed through his mind.
When asked where he was going, he said that his boss was injured and he was going to visit him.
Song Qiao knew very well who Hu Xu's boss was.
It turned out to be her.
"Why don't you eat?"
"Eat!" Song Qiao bit off half of the rice dumpling in one bite.
The more I eat, the more I can’t stop. The more I eat, the less delicious the food becomes, and in the end, I overeat.
After dinner, she went to the alley to digest her food, but unexpectedly she ran into Hu Xu again.
"Mrs. Song, why are you going out so late?"
"Digestion."
“How do the zongzi taste?”
"Your boss did this?"
Hu Xu was stunned for a moment, then nodded.
"Didn't you say she was injured? Where was she injured?"
"Forehead, hit by a stone."
"Is it really good?"
"Much better."
"That's good."
Hu Xu was surprised by her sudden concern and couldn't help but look at her a few more times. He was about to ask her, but saw that she had turned around and walked home, so he had to give up.
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