Chapter 569: Eternal Spring City

The shopkeeper sighed with relief: "This dish is a recipe that a young man sold to me during the Lunar New Year. He said it is a specialty from some foreign country. I tried it and found it delicious, and since pig offal is cheap, I bought the recipe for twenty taels of silver."
Zhao's heart pounded: "So, do you know where this person went?"
The shopkeeper shook his head: "I don't know. That young man told me not to ask anything, and he only sells this dish to me. By the way, he also sold a recipe at Xiushui Tower and Qingming Tower, but he only sells it at these two places and no other."
This girl knows how to do business.
She said she has a thousand recipes in her belly, more than she can eat or use.
But she hasn't sold any of the few dishes that made big money, especially Duck Eight Flavors, which is now popular in the capital but she didn't sell.
Only this nine-turn fatty stomach, is the dish she didn't take out to make money.
She said, rich people don't eat it,
not because it's not delicious, but because rich people are self-righteous, and this pig offal is too cheap.
Now in the town he is in, there are no distinguished guests, but it is a city with a considerable amount of traffic...
Lying on the bed, Zhao Chong closed his eyes to rest.
For three years, he had been looking for a little girl but couldn't find one. It seems that he is not as impressive as he thought.
"Master, are we going back tomorrow?"
Zhao narrowed his eyes and said, "Hmm, the weather is about to get hot. She must have gone to Yongchun City, the coolest city in terms of weather. There is no summer there, and the scenery is beautiful!"
Half a month later, on May 5th.
The annual dragon boat festival in Yongchun City has arrived. The dock on Dongtian River is bustling with people, and the voices of vendors on the other side of the field rise and fall. However, the most lively place is marked by a flag hanging three big characters: "Biting Tongue Zongzi".
"Come and try the delicious and fragrant Yao Tong Zong! Each one is filled with flavor!"
"We have varieties like preserved meat, salted egg yolk, freshwater fish, sweet and savory. Welcome to taste!"
In front of Huanfan, a group of children aged seven to eight or nine are shouting while holding zongzi in their hands, and behind the flag, there is a row of tables with piles of small zongzi on them, emitting a faint fragrance of bamboo leaves.
And behind that pile of rice dumplings, there was a row of children around ten years old, each with a smiling face, polite and courteous...
"Sir, would you like to have some rice dumplings?"
Zhao Zhong did not want to eat rice dumplings, he wanted to find the person who wrapped them.
But he was disappointed.
Among the row of people, there was no figure he was looking for...
"Let's go, the queue is too long, we have to wait for a while, we can come back later."
Not finding the person who sells rice dumplings, Zhao Chong had no desire to eat anything, the exhaustion of the past half month suddenly appeared, and his legs felt weak.
"Mother, look how fast my windmill is spinning!"
"Mother, my windmill spins faster than my brother's!"
A pair of cute little children, around two years old, although thin, their faces and appearance make people feel warm and tender at first glance...
A woman next to me, about twenty-two or twenty-three, looks ordinary.
She is holding a child with one hand and nodding as she listens to the words of the two children: "Hmm, hmm, hmm, Panpan's kite flies faster than his brother's, and Qiqi's is not slow either! Be patient, Mom will buy you candy skewers later."
Listening to this familiar voice, Zhao Chong felt the blood in his body flowing backwards.
She got married, and even had a child!
She got married!
She got married!
Zhao Chong, you are destined to be a lonely star!