Chapter 21: Peach Blossom Season

April 14.
Tomorrow is the annual Peach Blossom Festival. This is a festival unique to the people of Yizhou. Many people in other towns and cities came here deliberately to celebrate this rare peach blossom festival, making the inn full.
Shengtu Mountain, towering upright, straight into the clouds, is worthy of the highest peak of Mu You. Peach blossom trees are everywhere on the mountain, there are many varieties, there should be, flowers of different sizes and different colors. The warm spring breeze blows, the petals are flying all over the sky, and they look far away, like a fairyland on earth, beautiful and stunning.
When you reach the Peach Blossom Festival, the mountains are filled with faint peach blossom fragrance, peach blossom petals are everywhere, people are located under the peach blossom tree, sit on the peach blossom, enjoy the flowers and eat, playful and chat, happy.
Today, Yizhou is obviously much more crowded than usual, especially the pastry shop, which is overcrowded, and everyone is rushing to buy it. If you are slow, you will not be able to buy your favorite pastry.
"Xiangong, what do you say we buy?" Xin Ru, still wearing tulle, holding Mo Yifeng's hand, moved slowly on the crowded street.
Now, the most gossip thing that the storyteller said about the hospitable house was the fact that the lady Xin Ru was wearing a veil.
"I don't know. The pastries made here at Pastry Shop are not delicious at all, much worse than Mei Hua Xuan." Mo Yifeng said with a pout.
Xin Ru looked at him next to him, thinking to himself, when he was talking to himself, he was much worse in tone and form when talking to outsiders, and there was no such thing as a man!
"Then you make it yourself, and you make the pastry, I guess even the Plum Blossom Xuan is sighing ~" Xin Ru teased.
"Go, less crooked ideas." Mo Yifeng poked her head hard.
"Ouch ~~ it hurts." Dudu mouthed, rubbing his reddish forehead.
Glancing at her, she didn't answer. He frowned, and looked around, a thin figure came into his eyes, a smile slowly appeared on his face.
"Go, let's buy sesame cake." Mo Yifeng dragged Xin Ru toward a humble street vendor.
"Cooking pancakes? Shouldn't you plan to eat pancakes tomorrow?" Xin Ru tilted his head and looked at him.
"That's it." At this point the two had reached the street vendor. Xin Ru couldn't help but give him a white look. Was this yummy pancake so delicious and not the same as other homes? Anyway, she couldn't make any difference!
"Old man." He called softly.
"Oh, young man, here again. I think you just like to eat the scones I made." The old man smiled brightly.
"Yeah, all your flour is ground on the same day, and it ’s really fragrant and crispy when it ’s baked on the pancake. Haha ~~" Mo Yifeng smiled very brightly and personably, just like the two just now.
Old Bo was suddenly shocked. "How do you know that all the flour I used was freshly ground that day?"
"Eat out."
"Oh, that's it." Can't help but sigh, the young man's taste is so sensitive, as usual, he wrapped two sesame cakes and handed them to Mo Yifeng.
"No, I want ten."
"Ten yuan! Too much." Xin Ru shouted in surprise.
"No, no, not just the two of us." Mo Yifeng turned his head again and said, "Bag, I'll take ten."
"Okay." Old Belize wrapped up ten sesame cakes.
"Okay, here's Shiwen." Mo Yifeng took the pancakes and took Xinru toward Mofu.
"Who else did you invite?" He asked curiously.
"Li Yan," replied simply.
"Ah ~ you actually invited Li Yan!" Mo Yifeng quickly covered her mouth. On the street, her voice was too loud.
"Why so loud! Is it necessary to be so surprised?"
"What did you ask him to do?" Xin Ru took his hand away and asked indifferently.
"It's nothing, just make a friend." Xin Ru's hand was held again. "Let's go, it's not early."
"Then you asked him to eat sesame cake, wouldn't it be too cold?" He asked, frowning.
"No, no, just use this." He grinned, wondering what the idea was.