But this is more difficult for her. This person is too contented. Why can't she have greater ambitions? It was a little frustrated and didn't know what to do for a while.
Shui Miao no longer paid attention to it. This thing was not from this world. I don't know whether it was good or bad. Since she couldn't throw it away, she could just put it in front of her and treat it as a pet.
Shui Miao and Chunmei finished their breakfast. Shui Miao was really sleepy, so she let Chunmei do as she pleased. She wanted to sleep a little longer and hit the road again tomorrow.
Seeing the dark circles under Shui Miao's eyes, Chunmei consciously went out to replenish some dry food and some necessary supplies for the road.
She even slept through lunch this time, and it was not yet dinner time. Chunmei took out the snacks she bought and handed them to Shui Miao: "Master, please eat something to fill your stomach first. These slaves have all tasted it, and it tastes good."
Shui Miao picked up the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in front of her and took a bite, raising her eyebrows. Well, it tastes good, dense and soft, sweet but not greasy. I didn't expect there to be such a snack in this small town.
After eating some more dried meat, she felt less hungry and asked Chunmei to put the things away.
He stood up, moved his body, and said, "You pack your things here, and I'll go take a look around."
Chunmei: "Yes, Master."
Shui Miao left the inn and walked on the street. Now that the days are long and the nights are short, there are still people setting up stalls on the street. Suddenly her eyes lit up. She walked to a wooden carving stall, picked up a hairpin and looked at it carefully. She found that it was carved from small-leaf rosewood.
"Brother, do you still have the wood for this hairpin?"
The young stall owner who is less than 20 years old said: "No, this is made from a small piece of wood I picked up on the mountain. There is not much wood and I can't think of anything to carve. I can only make a hairpin."
Shui Miao felt a little pity. Small-leaf rosewood is also a special medicinal material. It can help sleep, regulate qi and blood, etc. It is fate to meet such a small piece. "Brother, how can I sell this hairpin?"
Seeing that Shui Miao was very concerned about the material of the hairpin, the younger brother wanted to make a fortune and said, "If the guest likes it, you can just give me fifty cents."
Shui Miao raised her eyes and saw the calculation flashing in the stall owner's eyes. She didn't care. If he dared to calculate, don't blame her for taking advantage. He picked up several other small items and paid the bill together.
The stall owner was very proud. He didn't expect to make fifty coins in vain, but he didn't know what he had lost.
Shui Miao picked up her things and left, queuing up in front of a crowded noodle stall. It's early summer now and the weather isn't too hot, so it's a good time to have a bowl of noodles. She glanced at the noodles on the tables around her, the milky white soup, and the elastic-looking fish balls, dotted with green chopped green onions and sesame oil. They just smelled good, and they must taste even better.
It's almost dinner time now, so I just have a bowl of noodles to fill my stomach.
There were not many people queuing now, and soon we arrived at Shui Miao. Shui Miao found a table and sat down, "Madam boss, a small portion of fish ball noodles."
The proprietress, who was probably in her twenties, smiled and said, "Okay, sir, please wait a moment."
This is a family of three with facial paralysis, a couple and an old man, who seems to be the man's mother.
The old man is responsible for clearing the dishes, the woman is responsible for greeting the guests, serving the noodles and collecting money, and the man is responsible for making the fish ball noodles. The division of labor is clear and the efficiency is very high.
The landlady quickly brought some noodles ordered by Shui Miao: "Be objective and use it slowly."
Shui Miao picked up a pair of chopsticks and tasted the noodles. Yes, the noodles were chewy. He picked up the fish balls and took a bite. They were smooth and chewy without any fishy smell. He picked up the bowl and took a sip of the soup. It was delicious, moderately salty and very delicious. .
"Chiliu"
"?" Where did the sound of slobbering come from? Shui Miao looked around and saw that they were all customers eating noodles, nothing unusual. Maybe I was hallucinating.
"Chiliu"
Shui Miao paused for a moment while eating noodles, and then he understood where the voice came from, "Are you even hungry in the same system?"
The system chirped again, "That's not possible, but I see that you eat so deliciously, and I can't help but want to taste it too."
Shui Miao said calmly: "Oh, can you eat it?"
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