Baolu didn't doubt it, but after hearing Xia Ting's words, he turned around and went out.

At this time, only Xia Ting and his father were left in the living room.

"What's wrong?" Xia Siye guessed that Xia Ting should have a new check-in task, so he asked in a low voice.

Xia Ting briefly told his father about his check-in task, and mainly made some requests.

"You should understand it." After thinking for a long time, Master Xia Si nodded in a deep voice as he saw Bao Lu walk to the door.

Xia Ting felt much more relieved when he heard his father say this.

After putting on the coral hairpin, Xia Ting and his group went out.

Because Xia Siye was there, Xia Qinghuai didn't need to avoid suspicion too much, and the three of them rode together in a carriage.

Perhaps because today is a rare sunny day in recent days, there are still many people on the street.

Xia Ting saw several carriages from the powerful family.

Xia Ting glanced quietly along the way, thinking in his heart, how should the fireworks in the city be reflected?

"Go to the nearest shop to have a look." Mr. Xia Si was also thinking about this issue and analyzed several possibilities. It was difficult to tell Xia Ting directly, so he prepared and tried it.

Master Xia Si signaled the coachman to go to the nearest Xiaji shop, and the coachman drove over in a regular manner.

The most recent one is a candied fruit shop. Originally, in Zizhou City, candied fruit shops were candied fruit shops, and roasted goods were roast shops. However, after Xia Ji moved in, it completely broke this traditional model and directly combined the two into one and made a shop.

The shop is very close and arrives in a short while. In fact, this kind of shop does not need to be in a particularly conspicuous location, even on street corners or other places, it is OK.

Xia Ji has been making it for many years and it tastes good. Many of them are tastes or ways to eat from Fanbang. Because of the freshness, it has never been passed, so the business has always been good.

Seeing that Mr. Xia and Xia Ting had come over, the manager hurriedly took the initiative to greet him and salute him.

Xia Ting stood at the door, looked up at the plaque of "Xia Ji Candied Fruit", and asked softly in his consciousness: "I am like this now, does it meet the requirements?"

At this time, people came and went on the streets, and pedestrians deliberately avoided the powerful carriages and kept them away as far as possible to avoid being picked on by noble people or making trouble.

The ordinary working people have fear and resistance to the powerful.

After all, there are more powerful people who don’t do human affairs. Over time, everyone has a psychological shadow.

Passers-by are in a hurry, both men and women, and men and women are in a hurry to walk in the city, and there are not so many taboos. It is not like noble women who need to wear hats or curtains when traveling.

Passers-by mostly wear heavy colors or coarse linen of original colors, and very few soft cotton.

Next door to Xia Ji Candied Fruit is a grocery seller. The shop’s shop is standing at the door, and from time to time they would smile and ask passers-by if they want to go into the shop and take a look, and new goods are in.

Next door to the other side is a small shop selling umbrellas and some calligraphy and paintings. In order to attract customers, there is a very small colorful oil paper umbrella hanging above the plaque. From time to time, the wind blows by, which will bring the umbrella and shake slightly. Xia Ting can shake the oil paper umbrella as soon as he raises his head.

The neighbors on both sides were working hard to attract customers, and the guys at Xia Ji’s farewell party were naturally not inferior to others. After seeing Mr. Xia Si, he also stood at the door, smiling at the passers-by from time to time.

Occasionally, someone will stop and ask a few more questions. Most of them are just passers-by in a hurry.

Opposite the candied fruit shop is a row of teahouses, bun shops and other places. Compared to the candied fruit, there is a hint of indifference in the quietness. The row of bun shops opposite is full of life.

The fog rose high, the tea lovers who stood up one after another, and the scholars who spoke loudly from time to time.

At this time, in the market, the weather was slightly cold, but the fireworks were strong and the world was warm. Even the passers-by could not control it. Stop and take a look.

And in this fireworks and warm sun, a girl wearing a light-colored cross-collar skirt stood in it, like a passerby or a homecoming person.

The moon-white embroidered wide-sleeved short dress and the crabapple-red long skirt make the girl's posture look more slender and soft. The bright and charming face, hidden behind the pure white curtain fence, seems to be away from the fireworks, transcending the world, and it also seems to be coming from the world with a dusty sand with a breath of fireworks.

When 996 felt that he was already satisfied with this static picture, Xia Ting turned his head and looked at the teahouse not far away.

The girl wearing a curtain fence looked back at Wubian Yuanchen in the market. From then on, the Yuanchen seemed to be infected with the spirit of fairy, making people unable to help but stop and nostalgic.

996 captured the photo in time. After completing it, it was equipped with a calm filter to add a more dazzling color to this photo. 996 uploaded the photo with satisfaction.

At the same time, there was a sound of completing the clock in and delivering the rewards in Xia Ting's ears.

[Reward for completing fireworks in the city: Easy foot package formula*1.]

What is this?

Xia Ting raised his eyebrows in confusion, and at the same time he withdrew his gaze and stopped looking at it.

Xia Ting naturally wore a mute when she went out. Even so, someone still recognized her.

Xia Ting turned his head and didn't have time to ask 996 what this reward meant, but he heard a familiar girl laugh from behind him: "Is it Liu Niang?"

There is no need to look back, Xia Ting knows who the owner of this voice is.

Miss Zhen San.

Maybe it’s a bad fate that the two of them actually met on the street?

The other person had already spoken, but he was still standing in front of Xia Ji's shop. It was really not good to ignore others directly. The two of them were always sarcastic and had not yet broken up.

Therefore, false social engagements are still needed.

Thinking of this, Xia Ting turned his head and could only see a rough outline through the hazy curtain fence.

Xia Ting didn't know that he was almost confused, so why did the other party guess that he had come?

However, when Xia Ting saw the other party following the maid and talking in her ear from time to time, she seemed to understand that it might not be the other party recognized him, but it might be the other party's maid.

Mr. Xia already knew about the grudges Xia Ting had with Miss Zhen San before.

Moreover, because the Zhen Mansion and the Yongshun Mansion have a good relationship, the Fourth Master Xia has no good impression of these mansions who are close to each other, especially the one in front of him who has bullied Xia Ting, so he has no good impression of him.

However, he rashly intervened in the open and secret struggle between the little girl, afraid that Yu Xiating would be unfavorable.

So, why don’t you put a sack in secret and don’t know if Xia Qinghuai’s doing this smoothly?
Chapter completed!