Shopkeeper Wang had a son and a daughter, his son was seven years old and his daughter was two years old. He held his daughter in his arms and pointed her to look at the lanterns from time to time. When he saw Xu Jiang coming, he taught her, "Call me Auntie."
The little girl opened her mouth and called out "Yi Yi" seriously, which made Xu Jiang's heart soften.
"The fruit that my wife sent, my girl loves it so much." Shopkeeper Wang's wife, Qin, is a gentle and amiable woman. She speaks softly and gently, which makes people feel comfortable when they hear her.
"Just one or two at a time is fine, but not more. Children have weak spleens and stomachs, so they might get food stagnation."
Qin looked at her with a smile, "My lady, you have read a lot, and you really know a lot."
"These are all experiences passed down by countless mothers. I just read some books and picked up some ready-made ones."
Qin's mother's heart was soothed by these words. She couldn't help but secretly scrutinize her. The more she looked, the more she felt she was different. No wonder Brother Hu was so infatuated with her. A woman like this would be loved by a man, not a woman.
So he said, "Seeing you is like seeing my own sister. I'll host you and invite you to chat about sisterly gossip. Is that okay?"
"Okay." Xu Jiang agreed generously, glanced at Shopkeeper Wang again, and whispered in Qin's ear, "As long as Shopkeeper Wang doesn't think I'm dominating you, that's fine."
Shopkeeper Wang was a wife-slave. He appeared capable and capable outside, but at home he was subservient to his wife, a fact he was known for. Qin knew she was joking and glared at her husband in anger. Shopkeeper Wang, puzzled, only responded with a flattering expression.
Seeing the natural and intimate interaction between the two, Xu Jiang's wooden heart was also touched. This kind of family can be considered a real family.
The closer they got to the inland river, the more people there were. Shopkeeper Wang held his daughter in one hand and pulled his wife with the other, while Qin held her son, and they walked steadily in the crowded crowd.
Xu Jiang was alone and was soon squeezed in at the back. After finally reaching the intersection, she was led to another street by the crowd. However, everyone's destination was the inner river, so she gave up struggling and just followed the crowd wherever it led her.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the crowd and to the side of the street.
"Tetsutsuki?"
"Why are you running around alone?"
When Xu Jiang saw that he was wearing official uniform and thought that he worked in the Dali Temple, she knew that he was leading people out for inspection.
"I wasn't running around. I was dragged in by the crowd and couldn't get out." She smiled at him and added, "Thank you for pulling me out. Otherwise, I don't know where I would have been squeezed to."
Lou Yunchun's expression softened a bit, and he warned, "It's easy to get trampled by a large crowd, so be careful."
"knew."
Despite the noisy crowd around, Xu Jiang felt that there was a strange quietness between the two of them.
"Every year during the Lower Yuan Festival in the capital, Taoist priests pray to the Water God and offer sacrifices. They also grant blessed water and talismans to dispel disasters. It's no different from what you've seen in Shudu, so there's no need to rush to see it."
After listening to this, Xu Jiang realized that he was explaining to her the customs of the Lower Lantern Festival in the capital.
"Have you read the book 'Notes on a Journey South'?"
"Um."
Xu Jiang saw him reaching out to scratch his ear, and inexplicably sensed a hint of shame on his face, which was difficult to tell whether he was happy or angry.
Shame?
Xu Jiang was confused for a moment. Could it be that she had seen it wrong?
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