On how to turn a kind protagonist into a black lotus

A few days passed in the blink of an eye, and the Dragon Boat Festival was just around the corner, so Bai Zhaojun also led people down the mountain to buy.

The street market at the foot of the mountain was already lively, and it may be that the festival is approaching recently, so the two of them could see the long two lanterns stretching away in the distance on the way down the mountain, like two lines.

"Do you like sweet or salty?" Chu Qingming asked Bai Zhaojun behind him while selecting ingredients.

"Salty." Except for sweet-scented osmanthus cake, he doesn't like anything sweet.

"Then I'll make two more salty ones." Chu Qingming thought about the stomach capacity of the two of them, and after buying stuffing properly, he went to buy glutinous rice and zong leaves.

The glutinous rice is white, and the zong leaves have just been washed out of the water, and they are still wet.

There are women and girls sitting at the entrance of many inns and restaurants on the street making zongzi, and some children of a few years are also learning along with them, but most of them are not tied securely, and some rice will leak out.

Chu Qingming couldn't help but paused slightly, looking at the pictures of making rice dumplings, it seemed that he was being held by someone in the same way back then, teaching him how to make rice dumplings.

Who is it?Chu Qingming couldn't remember, but only vaguely remembered that those hands were big and warm.

"By the way, I still need to buy some things." Chu Qingming walked towards a shop as if suddenly remembering something. When he reached the door, he saw that Bai Zhaojun didn't come in. He couldn't help being a little puzzled, "Aren't you going in?"

"No, I'll wait for you in the teahouse, you go." Bai Zhaojun shook his head, then turned around and went to the small teahouse across the street, and ordered a pot of clear tea.

Chu Qingming didn't suspect him, so he went into the shop by himself, but there were no two people in the shop.As soon as the boss saw someone coming, he immediately greeted him and asked with a smile, "I wonder what this young man wants to buy?"

"Buy some for Duanyang." Chu Qingming looked around, "How much is this five-color rope?"

"One penny and one piece. These are the silk ropes woven by the people in our place. After dyeing, the old people weave the five-color ropes. Wearing them can drive away evil spirits and avoid disasters." The boss explained in detail.

Chu Qingming chose two five-color ropes and some other items, and went to pay the bill.

"A total of 35 copper coins." The boss wrapped everything neatly.Chu Qingming handed over the money and was about to leave, but was stopped by the boss.

"My lord bought a lot of things, and I will give you a pack of realgar." The boss put the small paper bag in Chu Qingming's hand, and sent him to the door.

"Thank you." Chu Qingming looked at it. The paper bag was very small, no bigger than the palm of his hand. He was carrying things in his hands, so he put the paper bag in his arms and went to find Bai Zhaojun.

"Buy it?" Bai Zhaojun waved his hand when he saw him enter the door, "Try the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, the cakes in this teahouse are pretty good."

Chu Qingming ate a piece with his hand, "Well, it's delicious."

There is also a storyteller above the teahouse, who is talking about how powerful and domineering No. 1 in the Guixu Sect Grand Competition a year ago is, no one can beat it.

Chu Qingming saw that the storyteller blushed and blushed, full of arrogance, as if he had witnessed the scene with his own eyes.

He just thought it was very interesting, so he listened to it for a while.

Bai Zhaojun didn't like sweets, so he only tasted a piece and drank tea waiting for Chu Qingming to come. The two of them sat for a while, and all the osmanthus cakes on the table went into Chu Qingming's stomach.

"It's getting late, let's go back!"

The storyteller has finished speaking and is resting and drinking tea.

The sky outside was already gloomy, and Chu Qingming estimated that it would rain soon.

"En." Bai Zhaojun picked up the things, and the two left the teahouse.

The people in the small teahouse who are still immersed in the story just now will not know that the protagonist of the story was drinking tea with them in the same teahouse just now.