Chapter 22 Social Compulsion

Jiang Youning saw the face of the person coming and found that it was a boy of about sixteen or seventeen years old. The boy had a handsome face and was wearing a purple narrow-sleeved brocade robe. He was looking at her with a worried look.

She looked down at the hand that was held by the boy and pulled it back without thinking.

The boy's attention was all on her, and she pushed him away.

Jiang Youning asked: "How do you know that I want to die?"

The boy said confidently, "You hung the rope on the tree, and your head was almost in it. If I hadn't come in time, you would have committed suicide."

Jiang Youning: "..." She hasn't tasted all the delicacies in Jinling yet, committing suicide? Not possible!

"I just want to install a hanging chair, not to commit suicide."

"Ah?" The boy was a little embarrassed, "I saw it wrong, sorry."

"It's okay, you mean well." Jiang Youning took a look at the rattan chair, which was a bit heavy. Then she looked at the boy in front of her, who was about 180cm tall and slender, and should be able to lift the rattan chair. "

Can you do me a favor? I'll treat you to a big meat bun."

When the boy heard about meat buns, why did he feel like he was trying to coax a dog to do something?

"Tell me what you want to do first."

Jiang Youning said, "I'm installing a hanging chair, but this rattan chair is too heavy, I can't lift it, just help me lift it."

The boy took another look at the rattan chair, which was indeed a bit heavy. It was indeed difficult for her, a delicate girl, to lift it.

He agreed readily, "I'll help you."

With the help of the boy, Jiang Youning first hung the rattan chair on the tree trunk.

After tying the rope, she sat down on the rattan chair and tested its firmness and comfort.

The boy looked at the hanging chair in front of him, watching Jiang Youning lying on it, her little feet in embroidered shoes swinging leisurely.

"You're quite smart. It's quite comfortable to sleep on it."

"Of course." After trying it, Jiang Youning walked into the house and took out two big meat buns and handed them to the boy.

"Eat it, it's still hot."

The boy looked down at the meat buns in his hand, which were warm and smelled fragrant. He took a bite and showed a look of surprise.

"This meat bun is better than any I've ever eaten." He lowered his head and took another bite, completely forgetting that you shouldn't eat anything given by a stranger.

Jiang Youning was no exception to what he said. Modern cooking methods are of course more delicious than ancient ones.

After the boy finished eating two meat buns, he looked around the yard. It looked old.

Jiang Youning asked, "Are you going to climb the wall or go through the front door?"

The boy retracted his gaze and glanced at the top of the wall. "I'll climb the wall."

Jiang Youning said politely, "Then walk slowly."

"Okay." The boy nodded, climbed over the wall and left.

When Chuntao came back, her face was full of excitement.

"Miss, I sold the peony velvet for 60 taels of silver, and the lilac velvet for 65 taels."

Jiang Youning's eyebrows curved when she heard this. She made more than 100 taels of silver today. It's true that money from rich people is the easiest to make.

Chuntao said while changing her clothes, "By the way, Miss, General Xie led his troops to the battle two days ago."

"Oh." Jiang Youning weighed her money bag, "Chuntao, go to the street and buy more brown sugar later."

"Okay." Chuntao responded.

She made a lot of money today. When Chuntao bought the sugar, she also bought two kilograms of pork ribs and made Jiang Youning's favorite braised pork ribs.

At lunch, Jiang Youning ate four bowls of rice, mainly because the bowl was too small. She suggested changing to a larger bowl, but Chuntao refused, saying, "Which rich girl eats with a large bowl?"

She wanted to set a precedent but failed.

After lunch, Jiang Youning took Chuntao to Qinyuan.

When they arrived at Qinyuan, Chuntao looked at the cloth bag in her hand and asked in confusion, "Miss, what are we doing here?"

Jiang Youning said, "Picking fruit."

The last time I came here, I saw several hawthorn trees in Qinyuan, which were full of fruit.

Hawthorn is a medicinal material. At that time, there was no snack called candied haws in ancient times, and hawthorn was not eaten as fruit.

"Pick fruit?" Chuntao looked at the fruit in front of her, "Isn't this hawthorn?"

"Yes, pick the good ones." Jiang Youning said as she started to pick them.

Chuntao followed with doubts.

In a short while, a bag of hawthorns was picked.

On the way back, a hundred bamboo sticks were bought.

When they got back to the yard, Jiang Youning asked Chuntao to wash and dry the hawthorns, and then string three hawthorns together.

The next morning, Jiang Youning used brown sugar to make syrup, and when the sugar was ready, he took the stringed hawthorns and rolled them in the syrup.

When the syrup hardened, he inserted them one by one on the stake that had been tied with straw in advance.

Jiang Youning couldn't wait to pick up a string and put it in his mouth and took a bite. He hadn't eaten candied haws for a long time, and finally he was satisfied.

"Chun Tao, you try it too."

Chun Tao picked up a string with curiosity and took a bite, her eyes full of surprise, "It's sour and sweet, very delicious."

Jiang Youning said while eating, "Two cents a string, you can try selling it on the street."

"Don't worry, girl, I will definitely sell it all."

Chun Tao finished the candied haws in her hand and carried the pole to the street.

Jiang Youning sat on the couch and began to make rose-shaped velvet flowers.

A dark head suddenly appeared by the window, and a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes stared at Jiang Youning.

"What are you doing?"

The sudden male voice scared Jiang Youning and she trembled. She raised her head and saw the boy outside the window, the one who climbed over the wall yesterday.

"Why are you here again."

The boy's peach blossom eyes curved, "I was passing by and came to see you."

Jiang Youning: "..." This kid is a bit sociable ~

commonly known as, social awesomeness!

Without waiting for Jiang Youning to say anything, the boy walked in from the front door and stared at the things in front of her curiously, "What are you doing?"

"I can't tell you." Jiang Youning said as she put the things away.

The boy looked puzzled, "Why can't I tell you? I won't tell anyone."

Jiang Youning didn't answer but asked, "You are not going to eat my meat buns, are you?"

The boy recalled the meat buns he had eaten yesterday, which tasted good, "Do you have meat buns?"

Jiang Youning looked at him as if she knew you were here to eat for free. She shook her head, "No, I ate them all. But I have some candied haws. I can give you a string."

The boy was a little curious, "What are candied haws?"

Jiang Youning got down from the couch, took out a string of candied haws and handed it to him, "This is it."

The boy looked at the red fruit. He had the experience of eating something for the first time, so he took it and put it in his mouth and took a bite. He found it delicious.

"Tanghulu is also delicious."

Jiang Youning saw that he had finished eating, and then said, "You can climb over the wall and leave. I won't see you off."

The boy lifted his clothes and sat down on the couch, crossing his legs like a master.

"I'm not leaving now."

Jiang Youning: "..."

The boy held his chin with his hand, looking worried: "You said that a woman is angry, how can we make her happy?"

Jiang Youning asked: "Are you consulting me?"

The boy said: "Is there anyone else here besides you?"

Jiang Youning stretched out his hand in front of him, "Consultation fee, one or two silver coins."

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