Dressed as the protagonist's young and beautiful stepmother

Xue Bo looked down at the bunch of candied haws in his hand, then looked sideways at the squinting young man beside him, raised his hand, and took a bite.

There was a crisp, sugar-coated shattering sound, and the sweet sugar made him frown uncomfortably.

Take another sip, the sourness of the hawthorn neutralizes the sweetness, with a bit of a feeling, and finally the taste is not as weird as before.

Jiang Shiying had been paying attention to the man from the moment he entered, and when he saw the change in his expression, he burst out laughing.

"Is your string more sour than mine?"

Seeing that the man didn't respond, he raised his hand and lowered the man's wrist, quickly took one in his mouth, chewed it twice after biting, and immediately frowned with sourness.

"Why are you so sour?"

He moved too quickly and neatly, and by the time Xue Boshen realized it, there were only four candied haws left.

"Maybe, I just got the sour skewer."

Xue Wenyu ate his food quietly, watching the interaction between his father and uncle, although he didn't know why, but he liked such a father.

Jiang Shiying shook the one in his hand, "When I was young, the candied haws were only in one piece, and the sugar was sweeter. Every time I went out, I wanted to buy a bunch of candied haws."

He was sharing his childhood with him, looking at him expectantly with his eyes.

"I have not tried."

Xue Boshen said.

This is the first time he has eaten this, and it tastes just as he imagined, sweet and sour, and the mixed taste is very novel.

Jiang Shiying smiled and said nothing, held Xue Wenyu with one hand, wandered around the small stalls, and bought a lot of novelty things.

The child's mouth was covered with sugar stains, and he was holding a small orange crab balloon in one hand, looking at him with bright eyes.

"Uncle, I want that."

This was the first time the little hero asked him for something. Jiang Shiying looked in the direction he pointed, and it was a small stall with various masks hanging on it.

"Then let's go take a look."

The two walked in front, Xue Boshen followed behind, watching Jiang Shiying squat down halfway, trying on Wen Yu's mask, the smile on his face was comfortable and beautiful, even the child who had been keeping a distance from him, had the same expression on his face. Much more relaxed than usual.

In the end, Xue Wenyu wore a tiger mask, and Jiang Shiying picked out a fox mask himself, and gave Xue Boshen a wolf.

"Wen Yu wears this, it's really mighty, like a little adult."

Jiang Shiying praised.

"Thank you uncle, uncle is also very good-looking, young and beautiful."

Jiang Shiying listened happily to the first half of the sentence, but felt a little helpless when he heard the second half of the sentence. In an instant, he dreamed back to the first meeting between him and the young heroine, all because of Xue Boshen's good deeds.

"Hey, Xiaoyu, you can't say that, as long as it looks good."

"Okay, uncle."

The stall next to it happened to be an old man in a Taoist costume with long hair and a beard, which really looked like that.

"Eh? If you want to do the math, young man, you can ask three questions."

For some reason, Jiang Shiying walked up to his booth and sat down.

"Mister, I wonder if you know what I'm asking for?"

The old Taoist stroked his beard, stared at him, and said with a smile: "Since you're here, let's be safe."

Originally, it was just a random question, but Jiang Shiying's heart skipped a beat when the old Taoist said such a sentence, looking at him, he asked, "Is there no way?"

The old Taoist shook his head and said: "Fate, fate."

The heart that Jiang Shiying just mentioned fell down again, and she was not discouraged. The hope of going back was minimal.

He thought about the fact that he wanted to change the plot, and asked, "Then, what do I expect?"

"The original trajectory has deviated, and the future is full of unknowns. There is still a hexagram. What does the young man want to ask?"

Jiang Shiying looked at Xue Boshen subconsciously, and said, "I want to ask... about the marriage."

The old man smiled ambiguously, and squeezed his eyes at him, "Young man, don't worry, your marriage is going well."

Jiang Shiying didn't expect that the unpredictable old man just now changed his appearance in a blink of an eye. Could it be that he was just pretending, and then his heart skipped a beat when he heard his words.

Glancing at the man again, he saw that he tilted his head slightly and his mouth was tightly pursed.

"Thank you, sir."

The old man rolled his eyes between the two of them and asked, "Cash, WeChat or Alipay?"

Jiang Shiying twitched the corners of his mouth. Are Taoist priests so up-to-date?

"WeChat."

The old man hurriedly took out the transparent sign hanging around his neck, pointed the WeChat payment code at him, "999, thank you for your patronage."

Jiang Shiying paid the money, and couldn't help but sigh, no wonder the front of the stall was deserted, the price of feelings is not cheap, who still believes this now.

"No thanks, no thanks, I don't know where the old man is from, can you give me a contact information?"

The old Taoist glanced at him, took out a stack of things tied with rubber bands from his pocket, and handed one to him.

Jiang Shiying took a look, hey, there is also a business card.

"The old man really keeps pace with the times."

"There is no way, the times are advancing, old guys who don't follow us will be eliminated."

After leaving the stall, little friend Xue Wenyu took his hand, looked up at him seriously with a small face, and said, "Uncle Jiang, the teacher said that fortune-telling is all bluffing, you can't believe it."

Jiang Shiying pursed her lips and smiled, glanced at Xue Boshen, and said to the child, "But the old man didn't lie, he said that uncle's marriage is going well."

"Uncle, what is marriage?"

"Marriage... Marriage is when your father and I met. This is called marriage."

After Jiang Shiying finished speaking, he took him to a place where there were few people, wiped the sugar stains on his mouth, saw that he still wanted to ask again, and hurriedly said: "Now you don't know, when you grow up, you will knew."

The child nodded half-understood.

Jiang Shiying had the feeling of teaching a child badly. He glanced at the child's father with a guilty conscience, met his deep eyebrows, and was instantly defeated.

Just now, Xue Boshen seemed to have been following him all the time, thinking of this, his ears burned instantly.

"Brother Xue, you heard it all just now."

"Ah."

In an instant, Jiang Shiying felt the scorching heat from his ears spread to the back of his neck and face. Why did he ask?God, this is too embarrassing.

"Brother Xue, I think what the old man said is quite right, what do you think?"

Xue Boshen saw the young man blushing and looking up at himself, as if he wanted to confirm something, he suddenly couldn't bear to shake his head or refuse.

His chin clicked disobediently.

Jiang Shiying grinned and stood up.

Covering the child's eyes with one hand, taking off the hat with the other to block the possible sight from the side street, softly touched Xue Boshen's chin.

With cautious emotion in his eyes, he looked at him and said, "I think so too."

Then he went back, put on his hat and said: "I saw in the guide that there is a pastry shop inside that is very delicious. My ancestors specialized in making pastry in the palace, and there is a limited purchase limit every day. We should be able to queue up if we go now. Come on, buy some back and give Aunt Qian a taste."

Xue Boshen softened his expression, and replied, "Okay."