"Yes, I bought the buns from this store."
Several people came over here, one of them pointed at Jiang Miao's bun stall with a slightly excited look. He was holding a little girl in his arms, followed by a woman and two old people, all looking at Jiang Miao's stall.
It is human nature to watch the fun. After hearing what he said, the people around him immediately became excited and pricked up their ears, hoping to hear something unusual. At the same time, they were wondering in their hearts, could it be that this person got sick after eating the buns from this stall and came to settle the bill with the stall owner
The other stall owners also looked like they were enjoying the show. While doing business, they also paid attention to the development of the situation.
However, the scene people expected did not appear. The man came closer with the child in his arms and said, "Brother, make me eight more buns. Six with dried tofu and two with radish."
Jiang Miao responded, stood up, scooped water from the bucket to wash his hands, then picked up the bamboo clips and oil paper bag, put the buns in one and handed it over.
The man took the buns and paid twenty coins. He first handed two bags of tofu buns to the old man, saying that the tofu buns were soft and you two old people could eat them. Then he put another bag in his daughter's hand and said, "Dear girl, these are the delicious buns that daddy said, come and try them."
The little girl held the bun in both hands, blew on it, then took a delicate bite. The moment the delicious taste flowed into her mouth, her eyes lit up.
"Daddy, it's delicious!"
"If it tastes good, eat more. Daddy will buy more when you finish." The man said, handing the remaining bag to the woman and whispered, "I know you like radishes." The woman lowered her head and smiled gently when she heard the words, her whole body filled with happiness.
Jiang Miao was very envious of the warmth of this home. Even after the guests left, he was still immersed in the harmonious atmosphere.
The people who had been listening closely were a little disappointed that the situation did not develop as they expected, but at the same time they were also curious: are the buns from this restaurant really delicious
Anyway, the buns are not expensive, so it is worth buying two to try. Thinking this way, Jiang Miao's bun business finally took off. Generally, people who have tasted the buns will come back to buy a few more, since they won't be able to eat today anyway.
After seeing off this wave of customers, there were only a few buns left that Jiang Miao had made in the morning. Jiang Miao sat back on the stool, watching the stall while preparing to make buns. He brought over half a basin of fried tofu stuffing in the morning, and the radish stuffing had just been chopped and seasoned, so it was time to start making buns. Daniu was good at kneading the dough, and his hands were also very measured, so the chopped dough pieces were all about the same. Jiang Miao picked up the dough, pressed and rolled it, his movements were smooth and flowing, and it looked very beautiful. The rolled dough pieces were spread out on the chopping board one by one, and Daniu sat on the other side wrapping the stuffing and pinching the folds. The two of them were like working on an assembly line, and soon the empty steamer was filled with buns.
Jiang Miao added more firewood to the brazier and water to the pot, then put the newly prepared steamed buns into the pot, covered it, and waited for the buns to be cooked. Meanwhile, Da Niu was scooping flour and mixing water to prepare the dough, after all, the buns alone were not enough to sell after setting up the stall for the day.
Jiang Miao had nothing to do for a while, so he stood behind the stall and looked around. Suddenly, a few dull bells rang from the middle of the mountain to the foot of the mountain. The sound seemed to have the effect of shaking people's hearts, and for a moment, the noisy sounds could no longer be heard. After the bells rang, Jiang Miao saw that people suddenly squeezed to the main road in the middle, and he didn't know what was going on in front.
Curiosity got the better of him. Since the buns were not cooked yet and the customers had all left, Jiang Miao decided to join in the fun. When he followed the crowd to the front, he found that the bell was ringing to remind everyone that the temple gate was about to open.
Jiang Miao originally thought that everyone was pushing forward to be the first to climb up the mountain, but people were only distributed on both sides of the road. Even though no one stopped them, no one took the lead to walk up the stairs, as if they were all waiting for someone.
After a while, the answer was finally revealed. In the distance, we saw a number of gorgeous carriages approaching, and beside them were some martial artists riding horses and carrying swords, following the carriages. They looked around vigilantly and stepped into the forbidden area where the uncle had just said, "no car can stop here."
Jiang Miao squeezed in the crowd, listening to everyone whispering things like "These are the women of Prince An's Mansion" and "That's the prince of Prince Cheng's Mansion". They were like the NPCs guiding novices in the game, and Jiang Miao could hear the introductions every time a few carriages stopped.
Jiang Miao felt that if the emperor had not gone out with such a large army, he might have come in person. However, Jiang Miao did not know that although the emperor did not come, countless rewards had already been deposited into the warehouse of Puling Temple two days ago.
If he continued to watch, it would probably arouse his hatred of the rich, and the steamed buns that had just been put into the pot would probably be cooked. Jiang Miao shrugged, turned around and decided to leave here and go back to the stall.
"Look, that's the carriage of the Duke Zhong's Mansion!" someone in the crowd shouted.
Jiang Miao turned his head suddenly. He had just heard a lot of gossip about the Duke Zhongguo's Mansion a few days ago, and he was interested. He wanted to see what the rumored most beautiful woman in Liangjing looked like, and also wanted to see if the young master Pei who the uncle said "a beautiful man, a beautiful family" was worthy of his reputation.
He stood on tiptoe and looked ahead, only to see several carriages with identical patterns coming over. A very handsome hand reached out from the front carriage and lifted the cloth in front of the carriage. Jiang Miao held his breath and waited nervously for the person in the carriage to get out. He had a hunch that this person must be the legendary Master Pei, the leader of the four masters of Liangjing!
Jiang Miao leaned forward on tiptoe, trying to see the appearance of the person who was about to get off the bus, but was suddenly pushed by someone. He lost his balance and stumbled towards the back of the person in front of him. The person in front turned around and cursed him unhappily. Jiang Miao apologized quickly and turned around to look for the culprit who had just pushed him. But there were too many people, and Jiang Miao couldn't find the person at all. He could only turn back depressed and continue to tiptoe to look forward.
However, he had missed the scene of the man getting off the carriage, so he naturally didn't see the true face of Mr. Pei. Jiang Miao's eyes wandered on the steps, but there were too many people, and he didn't even know what kind of clothes Mr. Pei was wearing, so he naturally had no idea where to start.
He sighed and turned his gaze back to the carriage. It was fine if he didn't see the most handsome man, but he hoped to at least see the most beautiful woman in Liangjing. But his hope was dashed again. One by one, the female relatives, with veils on their heads, slowly got off the carriage with the help of the maids beside them. There was a graceful beauty in their movements, but that was all. After all, he couldn't see any of their facial features clearly.
Jiang Miao was not interested in watching the next one. He squeezed out of the crowd and returned to the stall. Seeing him come back, Daniu was a little curious: "Brother Jiang, why don't you watch? I'm here at the bun stall!"
Jiang Miao waved his hand: "Don't mention it, I didn't see anything, there were too many people."
Da Niu smiled and said, "There are a lot of people here these days. We are used to it. Brother Jiang, haven't you been here before?" He thought that a grand event like the Buddhist meeting held in Puling Temple should have been seen by people from Liangjing, not to mention people from the surrounding cities.
Jiang Miao was speechless after being asked this question. He himself had not seen it, but he did not know whether the original owner had seen it or not. The problem of no memory had always troubled him. He was really afraid that one day he would not recognize the original owner's family members in front of him.
What if they found out something and burned him as if he were a wandering ghost occupying someone else's body
No, in a sense, he might really be a ghost that has taken over someone else's body! Although the origin of this ghost is a world away from here.
Thinking of this, Jiang Miao looked at the Puling Temple in front of him again, and inexplicably felt a little fear. It seemed that as long as he entered the temple, he would be discovered by the monks inside and captured as a monster.
"Brother Jiang, what's wrong with you?" Daniu felt a little guilty. He thought he had accidentally mentioned Jiang Miao's sad story, which made him unable to react for a while.
Jiang Miao came back to his senses, said "nothing", and then shook his head, throwing away those inexplicable thoughts. How could he, a good young man of the new era who grew up under the red flag, believe in these feudal superstitions! This shouldn't be the case!
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(End of this chapter)