●Today is New Year’s Eve, and there are bound to be a lot of people on the streets and alleys.
After arriving at the hotel and taking a short rest, Meng Tang and Wei Chuan took Meng Jingfan out.
"Don't go to any high-end restaurants today." Meng Tang pointed to the lanterns on the street, "Feel the fireworks in the world."
Wei Chuan pushed the stroller and asked Meng Jingfan, who was dishonestly swinging his legs: "What do you want to eat tonight?"
"Stinky tofu." Meng Jingfan's words were astonishing.
Meng Tang: "...Who told you about stinky tofu?"
"Aunt Yuanyuan." Meng Jingfan sold Wei Siyuan backhand, "I saw her eating so deliciously on TV, my mouth watered."
Wei Chuan acted with him, pretending to wipe the non-existent saliva on his chin, and said: "Stinky tofu is delicious, but don't think about it."
"...Stinky daddy." >
Wei Chuan pretended to be cold: "Huh? What did you say?"
"Only adults are allowed to set fires, and minors are not allowed to light lamps." Meng Jingfan burst out with inspiration and made a wise sentence.
Meng Tang laughed: "Little man, can mom buy you candied haws?"
"Okay, I want strawberries." Meng Jingfan said sharply, "Sweet."
Wei Chuan: "...be careful of cavities."
Meng Jingfan opened his mouth: "Ah...I don't have cavities."
“Eating too much will cause tooth decay, and the black bugs will eat all your white teeth one bite at a time.” Wei Chuan deliberately frightened him.
Meng Jingfan curled his lips, and Meng Tang quickly coaxed him: "It's okay to eat it occasionally. Mom will buy you strawberry candied haws."
Before leaving, she glared at Wei Chuan.
Wei Chuan immediately restrained himself and smiled flatteringly at Meng Tang.
Meng Tang bought two candied haws, the strawberry one for his son and the hawthorn one for her husband.
Wei Chuan was delighted: "Is there still a share for me?"
"Half for each person." Meng Tang said, "The hawthorns are too sour, otherwise I would have bought two."
Wei Chuan brought the first candied haws to Meng Tang's lips, and Meng Tang bit it down in one bite, which made his teeth sore.
Wei Chuan took the candied haws away and said, "Don't eat it. I'll buy you a strawberry." What?"
"Everyone is eating hot pot." Meng Tang pointed to the bright lights not far away, "The seats are full."
"Let's go eat hot pot." Wei Chuan held her finger, "It's quite suitable for the weather."
"Okay." Meng Tang held Wei Chuan's arm.
The hot pot restaurant they went to is the most famous one in Donglu. The three floors were almost full, especially today was New Year's Eve.
Wei Chuan took the number and waited with Meng Tang for half an hour before it was their turn.
Fortunately, the location is by the window, so you can see the street view.
Wei Chuan carried Meng Jingfan to the baby chair and boiled some edible things for him in a tomato pot, such as yam, broccoli, tofu and the like.
Meng Jingfan still had a good appetite and did not run around. He obediently finished the food Wei Chuan gave him.
It's just that the child can't sit still. He groans and wants to get down and go out to play.
There is a small enclosed children's playground at the entrance of the hot pot restaurant where they are located, with staff watching over it.
Meng Tang could see someone from the window, so he asked the clerk to take him out.
Meng Jingfan was sweating from playing outside. Meng Tang had almost eaten and pointed outside: "I'll go with my son. You eat slowly and don't waste it."
Wei Chuan nodded: "Go ahead."
Meng Tang was outside the fence, looking at Meng Jingfan with a gentle smile.
Sweat was on Little Fatty's forehead. Meng Tang reminded softly: "Fanfan, do you want to take a rest?"
"Okay, Mom." Meng Jingfan was very obedient and got off the trampoline.
Meng Tang took out a handkerchief from his bag and wiped his son's sweat, just as Wei Chuan came out after eating.
"Honey, you ate too much tonight." Wei Chuan felt like he couldn't walk.
Meng Tang picked up Meng Jingfan and threw him into his arms: "Let's go for a walk on the street to eat."
“Dad, I want a balloon.” Meng Jingfan’s vision suddenly increased and he saw a cartoon balloon not far away.
Wei Chuan put him on the stroller: "Let's go, I'll buy it for you."
Meng Jingfan was happy.
Meng Tang walked over and bought him a balloon and tied it to his car.
"Are you happy?" Meng Tang scratched Meng Jingfan's nose.
Meng Jingfan nodded: "Mom, let's go shopping in front, shall we?"
When he was in Yanqing, Sister Fang and Sister Ying would always take him to the market, so Meng Jingfan didn't like going to shopping malls, but he loved walking in the streets.
"Okay." Meng Tang agreed immediately and put the hat on him. "It's a bit cold. Don't pull it off. Put it on."
Meng Jingfan responded obediently.
After the family of three walked forward through a street, they turned onto the local unique wood carving market, which mainly sells small pieces. For larger pieces, you have to go to the Wood Carving City.
The air of the market was filled with the fragrance of aged wood. Maybe it was due to Meng Tang's influence, but Wei Chuan and Meng Jingfan felt a sense of security at the same time because of this fragrance.
They like the fragrance of wood very much, and they think of Meng Tang every time they smell it.
The streets were crowded on both sides, and a family of three walked along the crowd, but unfortunately there was no one that Meng Tang could like.
Quality only fools tourists.
"Friends are like fireworks." Wei Chuan watched the stall owners and customers bargaining, saliva flying, "Our market in Yueqing cannot match the scale of this place."
Meng Tang nodded: "Indeed, when I go back, I will discuss with relevant associations and departments about expanding the market. I can also teach others and attract a lot of tourists."
"Mom, I want that little duck."
Meng Tang followed Meng Jingfan's chubby fingers and looked over. Behind a narrow and cramped stall, stood an eighty-nine-year-old child.
The child's eyes are bright and watery, big and round, and full of intelligence.
The stall in front of the child displays a variety of cute wood carvings of small animals.
The monkey has a nimble posture, the cat is relaxed and natural, the duck is so naive...
The knife technique is a little immature, and the details of the hair are not surprising, but the transformation charm is extremely precise.
This type is not the general shape of the animal, but the bone shape.
Meng Tang moved forward unconsciously, stopped in front of the stall, and asked: "Little sister, how do you sell the little duck?"
"Who is the little sister, my man." The child's high-pitched voice rushed to Meng Tang.
"Sorry." Meng Tang pointed to the wood carvings on his stall, "How to sell them?"
The child stretched out an index finger, very confidently, without any fear.
Meng Tang asked tentatively: "Ten yuan?"
The child rolled his eyes: "You can carve one for me if you are ten yuan, or a hundred, and you won't sell it for a cent less."
"What do you know?" the child choked, "My craftsmanship is worth so much money. Go to other stalls and you will know what talent is and what aura is." Meng Tang looked the child up and down: "Did you carve it?"
"How old are you?"
"8 years old."
Meng Tang glanced at his hands, which were indeed scarred and calloused, and there was a tool bag hanging on his waist.
Meng Tang took out one hundred yuan in cash and handed it over: "I want it, can you leave me a phone number?"
"There is no phone." The child quickly packed up her little duck, "Look for me right here, I am here during holidays."
She usually has to go to school and has no time to set up a stall.
Today I bought a big customer, tsk tsk tsk, and got one hundred, which is enough for "him" and grandma to buy food for a week.