Pei Che thought Jiang Miao should be at Jiang's shop at this time, so he ordered the driver to go directly to Jiang's shop.
Han Qin and Su Jin rarely come to the outer city. In the past, they only pass by here when they need to leave the city gate. Every time they pass by in a hurry, in their impression, the outer city seems to be older than the upper city, and the road is narrower than that of the upper city.
"Is that the Jiang family shop in front? This shop looks quite different from other shops and quite novel. Which skilled craftsman helped you make it?" Han Qin looked at the Jiang family shop with interest.
"A Miao drew the picture himself and asked the craftsmen to make it." Pei Che could hardly hide his pride in his words, as if he had actually drawn it himself.
As soon as the carriage arrived in front of the Jiang family's shop, the fragrance of zong leaves was smelled. Thinking of the taste of the meat zongzi he had eaten a few days ago, Su Jin's eyes moved slightly, and he looked towards the window unconsciously.
"Hey, why don't you stop!" Han Qin shouted. They were already at the door of the store, why were they still moving forward
"Getting off here will cause trouble for A Miao." Pei Che said. He always sneaked in through the back door every time he came.
Han Qin suddenly realized: "That's right, you'd better show your face less."
The carriage turned the corner and went in from the side path, arriving at the back door of Jiang's shop. Pei Che got off the carriage first and knocked on the door. A voice of "coming" came from inside, and then he heard the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer.
"I just saw a carriage passing by the store. Come in quickly. The rice dumplings are fresh out of the pot, hot and fresh. They should be more fragrant than the last time I sent them over." Jiang Miao opened the door and saw that it was Pei Che. He couldn't help but smile widely.
Pei Che also smiled: "Then I have to taste it carefully."
"Don't worry, we made a lot today. Apart from the orders from others, we still have a lot left for ourselves." The Zongzi business was much better than Jiang Miao expected. Maybe it was because Liangjing was one of the few places selling meat Zongzi, but there were many customers who came here to order Zongzi. Although they didn't sell 2,000 at a time like that day, the orders from these customers added up to thousands a day.
The two were standing at the door chatting when suddenly a clear cough was heard from the carriage behind them.
"Hey, Brother Jiang! We two came uninvited, sorry to bother you." Han Qin smiled, and he and Su Jin got off the carriage one after another. If they expected Pei Che to tell them, they would probably have to sit in the carriage for a long time.
"Welcome, welcome. I didn't know you were here. I'm sorry. Please come in and sit down." Jiang Miao quickly led the two of them inside.
Because of the previous onlookers, Jiang Miao still spent some time to take care of the backyard. At this time, the sun was shining brightly, and the stone tables and stone benches by the wall were very clean. Jiang Miao did not take them to the cramped little room, but asked them to sit outside.
The other guys in the shop were sitting in the front making zongzi, and they were the only ones in the yard. When guests came, they had to treat them well. Jiang Miao brought up a plate of fresh zongzi, a pot of tea, and some snacks and fruits, filling up the small stone table.
"You guys eat."
As soon as Jiang Miao finished speaking, Su Jin reached out to the rice dumpling, peeled off the leaves neatly, and started eating. Han Qin was the same. Although he had eaten a lot in the past few years, he still couldn't resist the temptation when it was served in front of him.
"Don't you want to eat it? Let me peel one for you." Jiang Miao said. He was a bit of a germaphobe, probably because he was afraid that peeling the rice dumplings would make his hands sticky. Without waiting for Pei Che to say anything, he peeled one for Pei Che, skewered it with chopsticks and handed it to him.
"A Miao," Pei Che took the chopsticks and took a bite, then asked casually, "Where did you go yesterday?"
"Yesterday?" Jiang Miao was stunned for a moment, then he blinked. "I didn't go anywhere. I stayed up all night the night before yesterday, and went home yesterday morning after selling things. Even Xiao Shitou was brought back by someone. What happened?"
As soon as the keyword "stall" appeared, Jiang Miao said "Oh": "I did pass by a stall and bought something there for Sister Xiaoyu."
"Sister Xiaoyu? Your cousin?"
"Yes, she's been here for quite a while, and I never gave her anything. It was rare that she was interested in that stall, so I took her over to have a look. You don't know, that stall doesn't look big, but the things on it are quite expensive..."
Pei Che was amused by his distressed expression, and his smile was much more genuine than before.
The two chatted and had already forgotten about the duo eating zongzi across the stone table. Han Qin bit a zongzi, wanting to find someone to talk about his feelings at the moment. He turned his head to look at Su Jin, who looked serious, as if he and the zongzi were the only ones left in the world, and finally sighed helplessly.
Finally, Han Qin and Su Jin both left the house carrying a basket of rice dumplings Jiang Miao had given them as a gift. Pei Che asked the driver to take them back, and he stayed behind as expected.
Jiang Miao still had some work to do, and Pei Che wanted to help him, but Jiang Miao declined politely when he thought of how clumsy he was. Jiang Miao also found something for him to do, asking him to go to the room to see if Pei Mu had woken up.
After Pei Che entered the room, he found that Pei Mu had woken up and had started practicing calligraphy very consciously. He stood by the table and watched for a while, and found that Pei Mu's recent handwriting was much better, with a faint brushstroke. Compared with the previous one, it was completely transformed.
Pei Che was very pleased. Fortunately, he found a copybook in time to give to Xiao Shitou. While Xiao Shitou's handwriting improved, it also saved Mu'er's handwriting. Speaking of which, Mu'er seemed to learn things very quickly.
Thinking of this, Pei Che suddenly said, "Mu'er, what characters have you learned these days? Can you write them down for me to see?"
Pei Mu looked up at him, and still finished writing the words on this page before spreading out another piece of paper and writing the words that Xiao Shitou had taught him to write these days for Pei Che to see.
"Great writing! Mu'er, do you still remember the last time you chatted with your brother using words? Can you continue to write and chat with your brother?"
A good character slowly appeared on the paper, Pei Che was very pleased, and began to ask some questions about the characters he had learned recently. Pei Mu was able to answer almost all of them, which showed that he was not just imitating others' writing, but also understood the meaning of the characters.
"Mu'er, how about I hire a teacher for you?" Pei Che asked tentatively after asking the question. On the day Jiang Miao returned to his hometown, Mu'er followed Xiao Shitou to a private school. When she came back, she looked very happy. She must like studying, right
Pei Mu naturally had no idea what his brother was thinking. When the teacher was mentioned, he thought of Xiao Shitou's teacher. Thinking of the day when he sat in his seat waiting for school to be over, he hurriedly shook his head.
He doesn't want a teacher! He doesn't want to go to school!
Pei Mu's reaction was beyond Pei Che's expectation. Seeing that Pei Mu seemed a little excited, he did not dare to continue to stimulate him and could only not mention it for the time being. But he thought to himself that he would mention this matter to Jiang Miao later. Mu'er always listened to him, and maybe Jiang Miao could persuade him.
(End of this chapter)