Everyone around her, young and old, looked at Hong Xiaoduo, wanting to hear what she had to say.
But Quan Jinghuai and Fei Yan were thinking, "Let's see how you try to fool us!"
Quan Jinghuai didn't distrust Hong Xiaoduo's character; rather, based on his understanding of her personality, he knew she must have had her own motives for agreeing to visit Jiang's father.
And this purpose will probably not be told to everyone truthfully now.
Feiyan's case was much simpler. It was just because she was seen secretly pulling someone's hair, and she was going alone. Why alone? It must be because it would be inconvenient to bring someone else along.
In that case, when Tianquan asks her, he certainly won't tell the child the truth!
"It's nothing. I just wanted to see what the other members of that brat's family were like. I'm just curious. That kid's dad is a good person, and he didn't spoil his son from a young age, so how did he turn out like this?" Hong Xiaoduo thought for a moment and then responded.
This explanation isn't really meant to mislead Tianquan, as it is part of the real reason.
Tianquan understood and nodded repeatedly, saying, "It's right to go and see him. We few, who have no family, no fathers or mothers to guide us, are all out of control. He has everything, so why isn't he learning to behave?"
His words resonated with everyone, and Tian Shu gave his younger brother an approving look. This was truly the most insightful sentence Tian Quan had ever uttered!
Back then, when they followed that wicked man, they begged every day, relying entirely on luck, and could barely get a few copper coins. The wicked man scolded them for being stubborn, saying, "If you can't beg, why don't you just beg on your own?"
The word "shun" is originally a good word, but when evil people use "shun," they mean to make them steal—steal other people's money bags, waist accessories, and the like.
However, although they were young, they knew it was wrong. The seven siblings privately said that they would rather not get the money and be beaten to death than do the theft.
Furthermore, they had witnessed a young beggar being caught stealing someone's purse and beaten to death on the spot.
No one among the onlookers sympathized with the little beggar; they simply said he deserved it.
"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Let's see if we're missing anything for tonight's barbecue. Tianxuan, do you know if we can still buy milk this afternoon?" Hong Xiaoduo asked, remembering to ask.
Tianxuan nodded and said, "The old man selling milk is leading his cows there. People buy freshly squeezed milk. He saw that I bought a lot and told me that he wouldn't go home until dark."
"Would you like some milk with our barbecue skewers tonight? I'll go buy some now."
"Okay, buy some, I'll make you some milk tea." When Hong Xiaoduo has some free time, she starts thinking about food.
She may not be good at much food, but she's quite skilled at making milk tea.
In modern times, she liked to drink milk tea, but several big-name milk tea shops had frequent scandals, with reports of using non-dairy creamer and liquids similar to plant powder. As a last resort, Hong Xiaoduo learned to make it herself by following videos.
"Wait, I'll go with you. You two stay home and practice martial arts and calligraphy with your master. Don't be lazy." As soon as Hong Xiaoduo finished speaking, Tianxuan happily went to get the jar.
Watching helplessly as Hong Xiaoduo led Tianxuan away, the younger children sighed, dressed in vegetarian clothes, tidied themselves up, and obediently went to follow their master to practice martial arts.
It wasn't good for Aping to just stay idle by himself, but Hong Xiaoduo went to buy groceries without even taking the youngest Yaoguang with her, so he could only practice martial arts with everyone else.
He didn't dare to call Quan Jinghuai "Master" like everyone else, because he knew that people don't just accept disciples casually.
However, even when he stood at the back, mimicking the movements of others, Quan Jinghuai would still come over to correct his movements and tell him the key points.
To be honest, A-Ping himself didn't want to learn martial arts, and he didn't like it.
But he knew that since they had taken him in, he should do as the Romans do, and he thought that this would help him get closer to them.
They treated him well, but A-Ping always felt like an outsider, lacking the intimacy they shared.
This feeling made him somewhat uneasy, so he wanted to change this situation.
On the other side, Hong Xiaoduo was carrying a bamboo basket, while Tianxuan was holding a jar and carrying a basket on his back. He knew Hong Xiaoduo's personality too well; shopping was never part of her plans.
Her opening line is usually, "Just browse around."
So even though she only mentioned buying milk, he still carried a bamboo basket and a bamboo hamper. Just watch, going out with her will definitely result in leaving empty-handed and returning fully loaded.
The two hadn't gone far when they came across a roasted sweet potato stall. Although Tianxuan didn't look at the stall, she sniffed it vigorously. Hong Xiaoduo smiled gently, went to the stall, bought two roasted sweet potatoes, paid the money, and handed one to Tianxuan.
Ancient sweet potatoes didn't have as many varieties as modern ones, like honey sweet potatoes, but they were still very fragrant and sweet. You could blow on them to cool them down so they weren't too hot to bite into, and then take a bite and your mouth would be filled with sweetness.
"Tianxuan, I just remembered, let's see if they sell sweet potatoes later, we can buy some and roast them ourselves." As she said this, she glanced at the bracelet on her wrist, which indicated that the weather had been fine recently.
"Let's dry some more sweet potatoes so we can eat them as snacks on the road." After saying that, he continued walking while eating.
Tianxuan agreed, smiling as she followed along. She said, "Going shopping with her is all about buying, buying, buying."
I had bought sweet potatoes from farmers along the way before, but I had already eaten them all. I roasted them on the road or cooked them into porridge.
A carriage can be loaded with braised ducks while it travels, but dried sweet potatoes are not so easy to handle; if they are hung on the roof of the carriage to dry, they will fall off when the carriage bumps along the road.
This is nothing compared to the mushrooms we picked along the way in autumn. Hong Xiaoduo had us string the mushrooms together with needle and thread, hang them outside the car to dry, and then put them in bags when they were dry.
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