dream warm snow fragrance

"Mochi He Sun Cake~"

"Mochi He Sun Cake~~"

Accompanied by the clear and crisp knocking of small gongs, the peddlers selling mochi carried their burdens and hawked loudly.

The voice lingered low and far away, shuttling back and forth in the deep and silent alley, only attracting the spirit of every child.

Min Xiang was in the study room mending an ancient painting sent by a guest, when his five-year-old son Min Zhenru pushed open the study door and ran in.

He didn't care how focused his father was on his business, he just kept pulling on his trouser legs, shouting while pulling, "Daddy, Daddy~ I'm selling mochi cakes~~ I'm selling mochi cakes~~"

Min Xiang had no choice but to put down the pen, and looked down at his son. Min Zhenru looked at him with a pair of dark eyes full of expectation. Children of this age are the most greedy, and Min Zhenru used his heart to think day by day. The food is here, and I have no other great interest, but Min Xiang is helpless and distressed, thinking that when he was a child, he was surrounded by maids and mothers-in-law, and his family was in its heyday. If there is anything he wants to eat, only others beg him He himself is very picky about what to eat.

Now that the family is in poverty, he still has to do immoral things such as repainting and painting fakes to subsidize the family. How can the family allow Min Zhenru to live a good life? Ever since he was born, he has been suffering with him.

Min Xiang felt sour, bent down and hugged his son, and said, "Daddy is busy, isn't your grandma here?"

Min Zhenru didn't want him to hug her, but went to the ground, "Grandma Gu is out, selling mochi cakes, mochi cakes~~"

Min Xiang sighed, put him down and walked by himself, just took his hand and said, "I want to eat these things again, do you want to have dinner later? You like sweets, and you will hurt if your teeth are broken."

But Min Zhenru didn't take his father's words seriously, held his hand tightly, and kept calling, "Sell mochi cake~~sell mochi cake~~"

Min Xiang coaxed him, went to one side of the cabinet to get some copper coins from a small drawer, and went out.

Seeing that his father had taken the money, Min Zhenru knew that he wanted to buy cakes for him to eat, and his eyes narrowed into slits with a smile.He really doesn't have big ambitions, as long as he has something delicious to eat, he has already memorized hundreds of poems and books at his age like Min Xiang, and he is also known as a child prodigy.

The wisteria tree in the yard has not yet bloomed, hanging in clusters, facing the wind, a layer of purple flowers fell on the ground, and the faint fragrance lingered in the nose, refreshing.

The sun slanted from the west sky, the warm and clean sunlight reflected the shadow of the tall tree in the yard next door, and the whole world was in a kind of tranquility.

Min Xiang, who had been busy in the room all day, looked at the sun at this time, and his heart softened, and he relaxed.

The gate of the courtyard was closed, but the five-year-old Min Zhenru still couldn't open the door. He watched his father open the door, and Min Zhenru climbed over the threshold by himself, standing in the alley and looking at the entrance of the alley impatiently.

Not far away, a family was buying mochi, and the burden was stopped there. It was a little girl holding her little sister. Seeing Min Zhenru looking there, the little girl waved to him, "Little Ruer, Come here, my sister will give you something to eat."

But her younger sister was unwilling, she hugged the mochi that the peddler had weighed for them and wrapped it in paper, and walked towards the threshold of her house, while her sister was still paying the money.

When Min Zhenru saw it, he glared at the little sister, and said to the peddler selling mochi, "Selling mochi~~selling mochi~~"

Several people were amused by him, and Min Xiang corrected him helplessly, "How many times have I said it, you should say 'buy' instead of 'sell'."

Min Zhenru still said "sell", but didn't say "buy", and repeated twice forcefully, "Sell mochi~~Sell mochi~~"

The little girl laughed at him, "Xiao Ru'er, you go to be the grandson of the uncle Mochi's house and sell mochi every day."

Min Zhenru turned his head to ignore her, and pulled his father's trouser leg again.

His father carried him into the threshold and said, "Go to the kitchen and get a bowl, put it in a bowl."

Min Zhenru was not happy, "I want it wrapped in paper, I want it wrapped in paper."

Min Xiang stared at him, "If you don't get it, you won't buy it, and let your grandma Gu come back and cook for you to eat."

Min Zhenru had no choice but to purse his lips and go to the kitchen to get a bowl.

It was his own special bowl, a wooden bowl chiseled out of wood, he couldn't break it, put it in a low cabinet, took it quickly and ran to the gate, the grandpa who sold mochi had already come, and even teased him, "Little How much do you want, son?"

Min Zhenru handed him his bowl, "I want a bowl."

Min Xiang handed the copper coin to the cake seller, and said, "Five cents is enough, please."

Two pieces for one penny, ten pieces for five pennies, the uncle put them into Min Zhenru's bowl, handed them to him, and teased him with a smile, "Young master, count to see if it's the same amount."

Min Zhenru took a piece, put it in his mouth, ate it, counted it carefully, and said, "There is an extra piece."

The uncle was already carrying the burden and was about to move forward. He knocked the gong twice and said to Min Zhenru with a smile, "That's an extra piece for you."

With something still in his mouth, Min Zhenru hurriedly said thank you under his father's gesture, his voice was soft and waxy, and his appearance was also Yuxue's cuteness, which was really likable.

Min Xiang was picking up Min Zhenru, who was holding the bowl, when he saw the courtyard door diagonally opposite opened, and a young gentleman in white clothes came out, and said to the cake seller, "I also buy here."

The other party must have noticed that Min Xiang was looking at him, so he nodded to Min Xiang, smiled, and said, "I just moved here."

Min Xiang also nodded politely to the other party, and said, "A distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor, so I will take care of you in the future."

The other party stared at the son in his arms, and said, "Young master looks so cute, is he your son?"

Min Xiang looked indifferent, not enthusiastic, and said, "Well, that's right."

The smile on the other party's face didn't stop, and he kept looking at Min Zhenru. Min Zhenru was very generous, and while eating sweets, he smiled and greeted him, "Hello, Uncle."

The other party looked at Min Zhenru and said, "Hello." Then he looked at Min Xiang, "I really can't see that the young master is a family man."

Enthusiasm among neighbors is normal, Min Xiang said, "My surname is Min and the name is Xiang, and the name is Xiang from Xiaoxiang. I don't know your son's name?"

The other party quickly responded, "Miangui's surname is Jiang, his name is Jian, and his character is Chuyan."

These two people were talking here, and the cake seller was waiting. Seeing that the two of them would continue, he first reminded, "Master, do you want cakes or not?"

Jiang Chuyan quickly replied, "Yes, yes."

But when looking for money, he found that he didn't have any money with him, so he had to ask the old man to wait. He hurried into the yard, and after a while, he took out the money, but it was five taels of silver. The old man was stunned, "Young master, This cake is two pieces for one penny, the old man can't give you cake for your money, and the old man's burden is not worth the money."

Jiang Chuyan was also stunned, and said, "This... this... I happen to have no loose money here..." As he spoke, he looked at the door of Min Xiang's house. Min Xiang had already entered with his son in his arms, and the courtyard door was ajar.

The uncle said, "Why don't you just put it in the account today, the old man will come to sell it when he sees the sky, and it will be the same if you give money later."

But Jiang Chuyan interrupted him, saying, "No, no, wait a minute, let me go to the neighbor's house to borrow some copper coins."

After saying that, he ran to Min Xiang's house.

Min Zhenru ate two slices of mochi by himself, and then he wanted to feed his dad, "Daddy, eat~eat~"

Min Xiang put him on the ground and said, "I won't eat it, you can eat it yourself, but you can only eat five slices, and leave the rest there, if you don't obey, I won't buy it for you next time."

Min Zhenru pouted, and walked into the room with the bowl in his hand.

Min Xiang wanted to go back to the study to continue working, but unexpectedly the courtyard door was pushed open. The Mr. Jiang just now smiled at him and said, "The maid at home has gone out, and I just don't know where the copper plate is. I want to buy that cake, and I don't know where it is." I have no choice but to come over to bother you, and borrow a little for emergency."

Min Xiang said, "Wait a minute." Then he went into the room, and took twenty coins out for Jiang Chuyan.

Jiang Chuyan looked at the hand he handed over, the white, clean, long and beautiful fingers, his eyes froze for a moment, then he quickly accepted it, and thanked him, "I will return it to you when my servant comes back."

Min Xiang sent him out, "Neighbors should take care of each other, don't be in a hurry."

His language has always been polite, but his expression has always been cold.

Jiang Chuyan couldn't help but look at him more, and felt a little heavy in his heart. In fact, Wu Xiang was like this back then.

Jiang Chuyan bought a large bag of mochi cakes and sat in the room looking at the mochi cakes. This kind of mochi cakes are made of glutinous rice and then fried in oil, and they smell quite delicious.

However, he had never eaten it before. Looking at this thing, he thought that the Min Xiang just now was not as similar to the Wu Xiang in his memory as he had expected at the beginning, but even so, he couldn't stop up.

Seven years of waiting, waiting for someone like him to relieve the pain of lovesickness, has been able to comfort him a little.