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Chapter 33 Five-Color New Silk Dumplings

Los Angeles, Dragon Boat Festival.

The edge of the Luoshui was full of people, huddled together like a swarm of ants, and some people were even squeezed into the water from time to time, so there was a series of laughter.

Some people throw wrapped rice dumplings into the river to feed the fish and shrimp in the river, lest they eat the corpses of loyal ministers and righteous men.

Of course - Qu Yuan didn't die in this river, but people don't care about that.

Just like those dragon boats with ornate decorations racing left and right in the river, the sound of trumpets and shouts rang together, and some people bet on which dragon boat can reach the finish line first and get rich rewards.

The Dragon Boat Festival is the fifth day of May, and early summer is here, but the city of Los Angeles is not too hot yet.

It's just that Luoshui is so lively, but Xue Ling is not by the river.

She was following Fangbie, pretending to eat zongzi at a zongzi stall.

After peeling off the glutinous rice wrapped in zong leaves, there is a pleasant fragrance. Luocheng is located in the north, and Xue Ling is a native of Yanjing, and is also a northerner among northerners, so Fang Biehe Xue Ling will not get angry because of the sweet and salty zongzi, and will fight indoors.

Xue Ling ate a candied date, which was very sweet. Although the girl was past the age of eating sweets, she was still very happy to be able to eat sweets.

When I was in Yanjing, every time I ate zongzi at the Dragon Boat Festival, I would serve them with honey. The sweet honey mixed with the fragrance of zongzi was really delicious.

But now, I can only eat some of these sweet dumplings wrapped in candied dates.

While thinking this way, Fang Bie handed Xue Ling a small plate. Xue Ling saw that there was fine, white and soft white sugar in the plate. She was surprised: "Where did you get it?"

Fang Bie smiled: "You don't need to worry about it."

Xue Ling pursed her lips, picked up the zongzi on the plate with chopsticks, dipped in the white sugar in the small dish, and then put the zongzi into her mouth.

The sweetness of white sugar is sweeter than honey, and it is also softer and easier to eat. Girls feel like their hearts will melt when they eat sweets, especially such precious white sugar.

"I heard that these white sugars are only produced in the southernmost places that are rich in sugar cane, and they are only used as tributes for the emperor." Xue Ling looked at Fang Bie and said curiously. The boy opposite was sitting in front of her, looking at the coming Pedestrians coming and going didn't order zongzi to eat.

Xue Ling has fully felt Fang Bie's prudence and prudence all the time. For example, he must use his own container for food and drink, bring his own dry food when he goes out, and don't touch things outside. For example, Xue Ling is eating rice dumplings on the street now. Don't just sit on the stool as usual, like a teenager who goes out to eat and shop with his little lover.

Even if he has been observing the movement on the street, after all, don't talk about it, the eminent monk Kong Wu may pass through Los Angeles today.

"Don't worry about it, as long as it's delicious." Fang Bie said lightly.

The production method of white sugar is not difficult, not to mention that Fang Bie does not produce a large amount of sugar, and only needs to use the equipment at hand to make a few catties to eat, which is simply a piece of cake.

Moreover, in this era, there is already a method of pouring sugar with yellow mud water in the south. Although it has not been fully popularized, it has been presented to the capital as a tribute. Not high either.

After all, it is something that already exists in this era.

So it's not surprising.

Xue Ling nodded, then took another bite and asked, "Did the eminent monk go to see the dragon boat?"

In fact, Xue Ling herself still wanted to see the dragon boat. After all, she had never seen such a lively event before, but Fang Bie was sure that the monk Kongwu would pass by this street, so Xue Ling could only follow. up.

Regarding this, Xue Ling really wants to say, whether I am the bee wing or you are the bee wing.

This young man has been very used to grabbing bee needles and bee wings recently, which made Xue Ling very dissatisfied, even though she knew in her heart that for the time being, she was not yet able to match other bee wings.

But—but this is mainly because Fang Bing's level is really a bit high, okay?

Fang Bie shook his head quietly: "You don't think I even watch dragon boats, do you think eminent monks will watch dragon boats?"

Xue Ling was instantly choked and speechless, and could only say one sentence for a long time; "You must not have a childhood."

Fang Bie looked like he had no childhood, and he always treated people with a gentle and calm manner, but when he really started to fight, he was very resolute, just like Fang Bie used a short knife to hold his own in the small ear room. At that time, Xue Ling had no doubt that Fang Bie would slit her throat at any time.

And the more she got in touch with Fang Bie, the more determined she was at the time.

After all, is Ning Huaiyuan strong?Is the red fox strong?

In front of Fang Bie, he was really at the mercy of him like a doll, saying that when you are told to die, you will die at that time.

And in the end, I don't know what Fang Bie's strength is.

But what exactly is Fang Bie's strength?

Xue Ling really didn't understand.

"You still have the right to laugh at me for not having a childhood?" Fang Bie smiled, and just wanted to refute a few words, let her understand the profoundness of her childhood, and how painful it is to realize the three-year college entrance examination and five-year simulation. A melodious Buddha's name came from everywhere.

"Amitabha."

"Here we come." Fang Bie said softly, then pressed five copper plates on the table, called Xue Ling, and walked towards the place where the Buddha's name was announced.

The two passed through the bustling crowd during the Dragon Boat Festival, and saw a tall white-bearded monk wearing a tattered earth-yellow cassock, with nine ring scars on his head, and holding a brass tin rod in his hand. A woman folded her hands together and apologized.

Behind him is a young monk of Bai Shengsheng, wearing a white linen monk's robe, although it is a bit worn out, but the floor is very clean, it looks like he is only about ten years old, and he is carrying a bamboo bamboo cage on his back, inside is some clothes for salutes and so on. s things.

The monks, one old and one young, walked on the road, but they were surrounded by people because this woman blocked their way.

It wouldn't be surprising if it was just a woman blocking the way.

What is strange is that this woman is surprisingly beautiful and wears surprisingly little clothes.

She was born with a deep nose and high eyes, three-dimensional and delicate facial features, a head of light maroon slightly curly soft long hair, and a skin that is close to a honey-colored attractive complexion. At this time, she is looking at the monk in front of her who is proclaiming the Buddha's name, and she speaks quietly Said.

"Great monk, your little monk looked at me one more time, the six sense organs are not clean, should you goug out your eyes and compensate me?"

Her voice is serious Central Plains mandarin, with clear and loud enunciation, but also soft and pleasant.

(End of this chapter)