Do You Want to Hold Your Wife?

Zhao Yunsheng considered Yu Wei's request and said, "I can go back tomorrow."

Now the time is approaching noon, and when you come, you are prepared not to go back today. It doesn't matter if you don't rush to take a stroll in a hurry.

"Great, let's have something to eat first, I'm so hungry." Yu Wei slapped his hand, with a smile on his face, pulling Zhao Yunsheng to the nearest pastry shop, "What is this?"

"This cake is called Faguo. It is made by steaming glutinous rice. It is fragrant, sweet but not greasy, but glutinous but not sticky. Does this girl need to taste it?" The shop Xiaoer enthusiastically introduced, and she had already picked it up. A piece of greased paper can be packaged immediately after the other party confirms it.

Yu Wei only listened to the first half, and saw that the pastry called Faguo was as white as jade in color, and it was a small white square. I don’t know what mold was used on the square, and it was printed like a flower. His little greedy worm has long been unable to bear it. He didn't pay attention to what the shop Xiaoer called him. He nodded and said: "If you want, give me two...no, four yuan."

"Good." Xiaoer from the shop quickly wrapped it and handed it over, and reminded: "Be careful of hot hands."

Yu Wei stretched out his hand and touched it. The temperature was good, so it wouldn't burn. The oily paper was not fastened, but opened directly. He was afraid that one hand could not be held firmly, so he held it together with both hands. "Thank you, how much money is this?"

"One piece for five yuan, four yuan for twenty yuan." Xiaoer touched the back of his hand, and when Yu Wei touched him when picking up the cake, his cheeks were a little red.

"Oh, Zhao Yunsheng." Yu Zongxin stared at the hot pastry in his hands, and cried out without raising his head. He has no idea about money, it feels quite cheap, right? The fare is much cheaper than today.

In fact, the cost of making cakes is not high. A small piece costs five cents, and the merchants make a lot of profits. However, the market price is like this. You can't blame others for being black-hearted. All pastries are luxury items. The pastry shop here is the pier. , There are very few people who will sell it. Anyone who sees going to the pastry shop has a few small dollars for consumption.

Zhao Yunsheng saw that he was happy, and would not tell him about this. After giving twenty essays, the two of them continued to move forward.

This business road is wide, and because it is almost noon, there are many people eating on both sides, but not many people come to the pastry shop.

"The taste is not bad, can you taste it?" Yu Wei didn't intend to eat one thing. His goal was to eat all the food on the street, so after tasting two yuan, he gave Zhao Yun what was left in the oil paper. Sheng said: "This is for you."

Zhao Yunsheng was startled, and reached out to take the soft glutinous noodle cake handed in front of him, Yu Wei smiled and watched him eat it, then pulled his sleeve and walked to the next target.

On the way, Yu is the only one who adheres to the policy of "buy less and eat more". Of course, he has not forgotten to give Zhao Yunsheng a copy of everything. When they were full, they walked out of the food shop and the world suddenly opened up.

Yu Wei froze in place, rubbed his stomach, and asked sideways: "Don't tell me, the place we walked just now is just a small corner of Luoyun City, right?"

"A corner?" Zhao Yunsheng was a little puzzled, but he seemed to understand what Yu Wei wanted to express, so he said: "Luoyun City is very big, and there is a special snack street in the north. If you haven't eaten enough, wait. We can always go shopping."

Yu Wei: No, you don't understand what I mean, I can't hold it anymore.

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