Upon hearing this, Doctor Zhou's attitude immediately changed: "I want to dress up as Xiong Da."
After all, wearing a Xiong Da or Xiong Er mascot costume means you can't see what the real person looks like, which is much better than that half-revealed salted fish mascot costume.
“That won’t do. I’m older than you. I’ll take on the role of bear.”
The renowned doctor Zhou immediately retorted, "Get lost! You old man, you were only born three days earlier than me, what makes you older?"
"Even if I was born just a short time before you, I'm still older than you. I'll be Xiong Da, and you'll be Xiong Er. That's settled, no discussion."
Watching the two old men arguing endlessly, Yun Zhizhi couldn't help but smile.
Taking advantage of their inattention, she tiptoed into the study.
Then he started writing furiously, creating flyers.
The next morning.
After Yun Zhizhi woke up, she quickly handed the simplified version of the flyer she had written the night before to Zhao Wu: "Go outside and find a few scholars to copy two thousand copies of the content on the paper. It must be done before noon."
She thought about having the two old men hand out flyers in the afternoon, otherwise they might not have enough time.
No sooner had Zhao Wu left than Yun Zhizhi seized the opportunity. While Aunt He went to buy ingredients, she dragged a large sack slowly toward the kitchen.
There was no way around it; the seasonings in this sack were too much and too heavy.
These were all exchanged with Little Winter Melon last night.
She worried that if someone saw these modernly manufactured bottles and jars, it would be difficult to explain.
So they had to be carried to the kitchen like thieves, and then poured them into jars one by one.
This way, it will be much easier to use when cooking tomorrow.
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