Zhao Yunxiang thought she would be going to the market to inquire about things soon, and she might be back late. If she took the children with her, even if they had a lot to do, they could have lunch at the market before returning. This way, she wouldn't have to rush back to the family building before noon, and the children could go to the market together to have some fun.
In fact, this is just Zhao Yunxiang's own idea. For Zhou Yuanyuan and others, it doesn't make any difference whether Zhao Yunxiang is at home or not. Wen Ziqing is there to cook, Wen Ziqing is there to stir-fry, and Wen Ziqing is there to wash the pots and dishes after dinner...
It wasn't that Zhou Yuanyuan was lazy, but her small frame made cooking a real eye-opener. Her tiny frame wasn't even as tall as the stove, and the way she swung the spatula made Wen Ziqing constantly worried about her little face coming into contact with the wok. For her own safety, Wen Ziqing had ordered Zhou Yuanyuan to stay within three meters of the stove.
Honestly, Zhao Yunxiang felt her three children weren't really much like children. Wen Ziqing, needless to say, was calmer than an adult, constantly practicing martial arts and reading a book. And Zhou Yuanyuan, on the other hand, was constantly half-closed and sleepy. When Zhao Yunxiang asked her to go out and play with other children, she ignored her.
If Zhou Yuanyuan knew that Zhao Yunxiang thought she was a sleepyhead, she'd definitely protest. She was just practicing, wasn't she? How could that be confused with dozing off? Squinting was meant to help her quickly enter a "spiritual" state of practice. A few days ago, Xiaoyu had praised Zhou Yuanyuan, saying her master was getting better and better, more diligent, and more powerful!
As for Zhou Jiasheng, perhaps because he was a role model, he also followed in Wen Ziqing's footsteps, becoming a martial arts expert and a book lover. Zhou Jiasheng is so smart that he has already mastered the textbooks for fifth grade through fourth grade by himself. After being asked by Wen Ziqing, Zhou Jiasheng has been worrying about whether he should start fourth grade when school starts in September.
Zhou Zhixin had accepted a mission yesterday and had taken a battalion of soldiers with him to carry it out. Zhao Yunxiang had no idea what the specific content of the mission was. She only knew that Zhou Zhixin's missions took at least three to five days, and the longest was currently unknown, but it could take a month or so.
As a military wife, Zhao Yunxiang felt that what she had to do was to tidy up the house, take good care of the children, and provide Zhou Zhixin with a stable rear base.
When Zhao Yunxiang and the others arrived at the market, they attracted a lot of attention. Zhou Yuanyuan, who looked so delicate and graceful, was especially attractive, making people want to reach out and touch her head.
Zhou Yuanyuan definitely didn't like anyone touching her body. She dodged many big hands that just wanted to touch her head. After receiving countless obsessed looks, Zhou Yuanyuan pulled Wen Ziqing's hand and motioned him to bend down.
Wen Ziqing knew the little girl's patience had reached its limit, so he quickly squatted down and carried Zhou Yuanyuan on his back. Zhou Yuanyuan was already very familiar with Wen Ziqing's carrying. From her initial embarrassment to her current composure, Zhou Yuanyuan had successfully used psychological suggestion to act like a real child in front of Wen Ziqing. After finding a comfortable position, Zhou Yuanyuan buried half of her face in Wen Ziqing's back, listening to his steady heartbeat. Suddenly, Zhou Yuanyuan felt a sense of security.
Shilitun, while a rather rustic name, is actually a suburb of Kyoto. Wen Ziqing knew that ten years later, Shilitun would become part of Kyoto. Kyoto's population was growing so rapidly that surrounding suburbs were constantly being incorporated into the city to barely meet the needs of the ever-increasing population. Ten years later, Shilitun would be renamed Xiangyang District, one of Kyoto's five districts and its most prosperous commercial center.
Zhao Yunxiang walked along, seeing several state-owned restaurants but no private eateries. Apparently, Kyoto, a metropolis at the foot of the emperor's throne, was much more strictly regulated than Sanhe Town. In Sanhe Town, there were still one or two private eateries, offering a good lunchtime option for villagers heading to the market. Only the more affluent residents of Sanhe Town ate at the government-owned restaurants.
The fact that all of Shilitun's restaurants were government-owned made Zhao Yunxiang give up the idea of opening a small restaurant. The policy did not allow it, and even if she had the best cooking skills, she had no chance to display them.
Although Zhou Yuanyuan half-closed her eyes, Zhao Yunxiang's every move could not escape her radar-like scanning. Seeing that Zhao Yunxiang's eyes were darting towards the state-owned restaurant on the street, but she had no intention of going in to eat, Zhou Yuanyuan guessed that Zhao Yunxiang was probably trying to figure out a way to eat.
Zhou Yuanyuan knew that Zhao Yunxiang's success in supplying fish balls to the Sanhe Town Supply and Marketing Cooperative was simply impossible to replicate here. Although Sanhe Town was Zhao Yunxiang's turf, without Zhao Guohui's position as director of the Sanhe Town Supply and Marketing Cooperative and the conditions Wen Yulun had secured for Zhao Yunxiang in Qingshan City, it would have been a pipe dream for Zhao Yunxiang's fish balls to be sold at the cooperative.
In Zhou Yuanyuan's opinion, Zhao Yunxiang should just stay home peacefully for a year or two, and then her opportunity would come. Zhou Yuanyuan remembered that in her previous life, there would be a major policy change this winter, and the college entrance examination would be resumed this winter.
Alas! Zhou Yuanyuan felt suffocated, knowing clearly where history was headed, yet unable to voice it. Never mind, let her mother face more setbacks; it would be considered a life lesson. Zhou Yuanyuan half-closed her eyes, entering a state of cultivation.
Zhao Yunxiang took the children for a long time before they found a tailor shop in a small alley.
The tailor shop was small, only about ten square meters. Inside, an old lady in her sixties, wearing reading glasses, was sewing buttons on a piece of clothing.
The old lady was wearing a gray, double-breasted, short-sleeved top and wide-leg cropped trousers. Although her face was full of wrinkles, it did not detract from her elegant demeanor in every move.
Zhao Yunxiang's eyes were attracted by a cheongsam hanging in the tailor shop. The cheongsam was azure in color and the material looked like cotton.
At first glance, Zhao Yunxiang thought it was an ordinary cheongsam, reaching just below the knees. Below the inch-high stand-up collar was a U-shaped cutout. A twined rose, embroidered in matching silk thread, was embroidered on the left breast. The rose branches wound around and around, reaching down to the thighs. The most striking feature was the navy blue pipa buckle on the stand-up collar, which brought the whole dress to life.
Just as Zhao Yunxiang was about to look away, she noticed the azure blue on the cheongsam seemed to have darkened. Then, from a different angle, it seemed to have lightened again. What kind of fabric was this? It actually changed shades depending on the angle you looked at it from?
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