"Okay! Got it!" Yiyami smiled and waved her hand.
It was also Yi Xiaomai's first time back in town, and her little eyes were looking around non-stop.
The sun shines on the street and the market is bustling with activity.
Although it was almost noon, there were still many people shopping on the streets.
The streets are lined with stalls of all kinds, displaying a dazzling array of goods. The cries of vendors, the haggling of customers, and the clatter of horses' hooves blend together to create a unique urban melody.
In the center of the market, not far away, the stalls selling cloth and silk are colorful, attracting the attention of girls and women; from the blacksmith shop comes the sound of clanging hammering and sparks flying; at the street food stalls, a few diners are eating.
Yi Yami took a quick look and saw that it was just a simple bowl of boiled noodles, thin and watery, with only a piece of cabbage floating on it and no shredded meat at all. Even so, many customers were still eating with relish.
A bowl of clear soup noodles like this costs 3 cents.
Yi Yami couldn't tell whether it was expensive or cheap, so she lowered her head and asked Yi Xiaomai, "Is it expensive or cheap?"
"Sister, it's expensive. But there are a lot of rich people in this town, and this level should be within their acceptable range."
Yi Yami nodded to show that she understood, and the two continued walking forward.
Children played and frolicked among the crowd, curiously observing everything around them. Women carrying bamboo baskets carefully selected vegetables and meat, occasionally chatting with the stall owners.
The men gathered together and talked about recent farming activities or rumors.
At the distant town entrance, a caravan slowly drove in, bringing goods from afar and adding a bit of mystery to this bustling market.
The two continued walking forward. At this time, an old man's voice was heard in the street: "Selling rice candy! Sweet and delicious rice candy!" He was pushing a small wooden cart full of malt sugar, selling it as he walked.
"Selling rice candy~ From eighty-year-old ladies to two-year-old babies, everyone loves to eat rice candy~"
The old man's voice was low and rhythmic. He kept knocking on the iron clapper in his hand, making a ding-ding-ding-ding sound, attracting passers-by.
The rice candy on the small wooden cart was as white as cotton, covered in white icing. Each candy was meticulously crafted, each coiled in a circle. The old man would use scissors to cut the rice candy into appropriate sizes based on the customer's money. Whether they were large or small, the old man always entertained them with a smile. If a child didn't have much money, he would even cut off a small extra piece.
Yi Xiaomai stared at the rice candy and drooled. Before he could say anything, Yi Yami came forward and talked to the old man, "Uncle, can you give me some? How much is it?"
"Oh, the price is up to you. I will sell this rice candy for any price." The old man replied with a smile.
"Can I buy a small piece to try first?" Yiyami also missed this kind of rice candy. She couldn't find it after growing up, but she didn't expect to find it here again.
"Of course, no need to buy. I'll give each of you a small piece to try." As he said that, he cut off a thumb-sized piece from each of them and gave it to the two of them.
When you put it in your mouth, the sweet taste immediately spreads on the tip of your tongue. The texture is soft and chewy, and you can pull it into strings when you bite it, but it is a bit sticky to your teeth.
Yi Yami was excited. That’s right, this is the taste.
"Uncle, how much is one pound?" Yiyami asked.
"80 cents." the old man replied.
"8,80..." Yi Xiaomai was dumbfounded. This was too expensive.
"Yes, it's not easy for an old man to make this little bit of candy. It takes a lot of effort." The old man looked at the malt sugar on the wooden cart with full of appreciation.
Yi Yami did not refute it. It was indeed difficult to do, time-consuming, labor-intensive and useless.
"Give me two taels of rice candy." Yi Yami said.
"Okay." The old man cut the sugar skillfully and weighed it.
"I'll give you some more." The old man cut a few more sections and put them in.
"That's enough, thank you sir." Yiyami stopped him.
Put the candy in Yimai's hand and say, "Eat it slowly. Leave some for Dad, Mom, and Grandma."
"Yeah!" Yi Xiaomai now admires Yi Yami even more. Now Yi Xiaomai feels that as long as Yi Yami says east, he will never go west.
After a walk around, I found that there were almost no snacks in the market except simple steamed buns, clear soup noodles, and rice candy.
This is good news for Yi Yami!
Yi Yami bargained with the stall owners according to what she had in mind, and finally, carrying a full basket of things, she and Yi Xiaomai got on Uncle Ma's car back to the village.
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