Taking Wang Xiaohu away from Hui Chun Tang, Wang Xiaohu immediately saw 'Hu'er' sitting on a horse outside Hui Chun Tang.
Meng Qingshan wanted to introduce Hu'er to Wang Xiaohu, but when he opened his mouth, he was stunned.
Because even he himself doesn't know the child's name yet.
He immediately patted his head and said, "Xiaohu, he will be your junior brother from now on, you can call him - Tian He!"
Wang Xiaohu's eyes lit up under the mask, and there was a hint of softness in his eyes as he looked at Hu'er.
Then he heard Master say, "You can treat him as an idiot. He is usually fine and you can ignore him!"
Meng Qingshan After saying that, he even laughed three times.
Wang Xiaohu didn't know why, and looked up at Master with doubts in his eyes, but Wang Xiaohu still nodded, because in his opinion, what Master said must be right.
Meng Qingshan picked up Wang Xiaohu on the horse's back and led Little Black slowly toward Changfeng Escort Agency's courtyard.
The autumn breeze was refreshing, with a bit of coolness, the sound of horse hooves lightly tapping on the bluestone road, and the scenery on the street gradually receded as they moved forward.
As soon as they turned the corner, a strong and fragrant aroma floated in the air and quietly penetrated the tips of their noses.
This aroma is neither the smell of fireworks that is common in the market, nor the luxurious smell in the courtyards of wealthy families, but a fresh, refined and refreshing fragrance of osmanthus.
Following the scent, they passed through a narrow and winding alley.
On both sides of the alley, there are mottled old walls and wild flowers and grass occasionally peeking out, everything looks so quiet and peaceful.
At the end of the alley, a hawker was sitting leisurely on the corner.
Under the hawker's body is a slightly old pole, with an exquisite bamboo basket hanging on each end of the pole.
Inside the basket are neatly arranged pastries, which are light yellow in color and dotted with golden osmanthus flowers on the surface.
As soon as he saw someone approaching, the vendor immediately smiled enthusiastically.
Although his face was marked by time, his eyes were extremely bright and full of passionate smiles.
He shouted enthusiastically, "Qing Yuan Osmanthus Cake, homemade secret recipe, freshly baked, only three cents per serving! Give it a try, I guarantee you will have endless aftertaste!"
Meng Qingshan originally planned to move on and remain unmoved.
However, at this moment, the vendor seemed to recognize Wang Xiaohu on the horse, and his smile became even brighter.
He said to Meng Qingshan affectionately, "Oh, this young gentleman, my brother stopped in front of the hawker stall for a long time this morning. Do you want to buy some sweet Osmanthus Cake for your brother?"
When Meng Qingshan heard this, his expression moved slightly, and his eyes immediately turned to Wang Xiaohu beside him.
I saw a flash of panic in Wang Xiaohu's eyes under the mask. He waved his hands hurriedly, as if he was trying his best to express his rejection. His head shook like a rattle, seeming to silently tell Meng Qingshan: "I really don't need it."
When Meng Qingshan saw this, a warm current surged in his heart. He knew Wang Xiaohu's character very well, and his innocence and simplicity always made people want to take care of him.
So, a gentle smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he slowly took out a few copper coins from his arms. These coins shone slightly in the sun.
He gently handed the copper coins to the vendor with a gentle but firm voice. "Thank you very much. Please give us two copies of Osmanthus Cake."
The vendor took the copper coins, quickly took out two copies of Osmanthus Cake from the basket, and handed them to Meng Qingshan.
The golden crust of the pastry is dotted with a few small osmanthus flowers, which looks cute.
There is a faint scent of osmanthus in the air, which makes people want to taste it.
Meng Qingshan took Osmanthus Cake, tore open the oil paper, picked up a piece, and looked at it carefully, and saw that it was soft, waxy, delicate, and bright in color.
He took a small bite.
"Yeah~ sweet!" Meng Qingshan nodded with satisfaction.
After finishing the pastries in his hand, he handed all the pastries left to Wang Xiaohu, his actions full of brotherly care and love.
Wang Xiaohu looked at the Osmanthus Cake handed over by Meng Qingshan, with a flash of emotion in his eyes.
He first took a piece and handed it to Tian He in front of him. Seeing that this junior brother, who was a few years younger than him, made no move to reach out to take it, he was at a loss for a moment and looked at Meng Qingshan with innocent eyes.
Meng Qingshan gently put his hand on Tian He's shoulder and said softly, "Stop sleeping, open your mouth and eat Osmanthus Cake!"
Following Meng Qingshan's movements, Tian He's dull eyes suddenly regained their luster.
His pupils condensed, he looked at Osmanthus Cake in front of him, and took a big bite.
Wang Xiaohu looked at Osmanthus Cake with a gap in his hand, and the eyes under the mask immediately showed a satisfied smile.
When Meng Qingshan saw this, he was even more happy for the child, "Look, what I said is right, you can eat it yourself."
Wang Xiaohu then picked up another piece of Osmanthus Cake, lifted a corner of the mask, and carefully took a bite. The soft and sweet taste instantly filled the entire mouth, as if a warm current poured into the heart.