"It would be more comfortable if I could have some snacks at this time~"

Of course, this was just what he said casually.

However, he did not expect that his gentle words would be heard by the busy couple in the room.

I saw the man suddenly walking out, then pointed at the hawthorn tree next to Wei Yi with a smile:

"If Taoist Master wants to eat some snacks, you can pick some natural hawthorns on it."

"It's been going on for many years. If the folks in the village want to try it, the guests coming and going can naturally do it as well."

"How about I give you some shots?"

While saying this, the man started to move.

In a short time, with just a few poles, a lot of hawthorns had already fallen to the ground.

At this moment, the middle-aged man picked up the hawthorn very quickly.

Then wash quickly.

However, after he finished washing, he did not give the hawthorn field to Wei Yi. Instead, he heated up a pot of hot water:

"Taoist Master, please wait quietly for a while."

"It just so happens that I have nothing to do at the moment. I'll make some snacks for you to try. It's also a sign of our fate."

The sugar was quickly added to the pot, and the syrup was ready in a short time.

Seeing that the color of the candy had changed, the middle-aged man quickly rolled the candied haws in it.

I didn't expect him to look like a scholar, but he is really good at making candied haws.

He doesn't look like a novice.

Wei Yi is naturally not stingy with a few words of praise because of his soft-spoken attitude:

"The layman's craftsmanship is really good!"

After hearing Wei Yi's compliment, the middle-aged man dipped his hands in candy and said with a smile:

"This is a skill passed down from our ancestors."

"It is said that the ancestors learned it specially for a special person. It seems that that person liked eating candied haws so much that even my grandfather did not escape from learning this craft."

"According to my grandfather, it took him a long time as a scholar to master the art of dipping candied haws."

When he said this, he couldn't help laughing:

"As the first scholar in the Sun family, my grandfather may have planned to let all his descendants have a taste of the hardships involved."

"So all of us who have grown up have to learn to make tofu puffs, bake sesame seed cakes, and dip candied haws."

"When it comes to this, it really makes people laugh or cry."

"It's just a matter of just one person being promoted. Even if my brothers hold important positions in Qingyang, they will inevitably come back to make tofu."

"Hahahaha... Our generation is about to end, let's look at these little guys below~"

As he spoke, a middle-aged man who looked very square seemed to smile a little narrowly:

"My eldest brother's son is said to have already taken the exam this year, and next year it will be the younger generation's turn to start running this stall for the first time."

"If he comes back with the top score in the exam next year, things will be really lively."

"In the first year after the new No. 1 scholar returned home, he actually set up a stall at home to sell tofu curd. I think my eldest brother would be laughed to death by his colleagues, hahahaha..."

When he said this, the middle-aged man had already finished all the candied haws.

The breeze blows...

After a while, all the sugar has solidified and no longer drips downward.

At this time, it is naturally ready to eat.

The middle-aged man handed a bunch of candied haws to Wei Yi, and then distributed it to several guests.

For a while, all the guests present had a candied haws in their hands.

The outer layer of sugar shell is like glass, shining brightly, and it is also very beautiful.

The middle-aged man greeted Wei Yi:

"Taoist priest, please give it a try and see if my craftsmanship has regressed."

The woman was also eating candied haws on the side and watching a few people laughing.

Several people were chatting and laughing, and the middle-aged man seemed to have remembered something:

"Taoist Priest, don't think this hawthorn tree looks very good. In fact, its origin is quite mysterious."

"It is said that it grew from a seed dropped by my grandmother when she gave birth to her son. There is quite a story in it~"

"..."

As if telling a story, the middle-aged man told the story of his grandmother's birth and birth of a child.

Of course, it has been passed down for several generations, and they have long regarded this mysterious story as a pure story.

However, after hearing the story, Wei Yi glanced at the hawthorn tree next to him and couldn't help but laugh.

I never thought that one of his candied haws would trigger such a story.

What's more, I didn't expect that a seed of this candied haws actually fell on the ground and took root.

While thinking about this, Wei Yi tasted the candied haws in his hand. I have to say that this craftsmanship is indeed very good.

It seems to taste like what he ate back then~

After a while, the middle-aged man seemed to have finished telling the story:

"...It's a pity that the Taoist priest from back then didn't come back."

"Ancestor, he was very excited to treat the Taoist priest to another meal and thank him properly."

At the end of the story, the middle-aged man seemed to feel something magical:

"This is really something extraordinary."

"Perhaps the Taoist priest back then was really a man with great supernatural powers."

"You may not believe what the Taoist said, but since my grandfather gave birth to the child, we have become stronger and stronger each generation."

"The descendants of each generation seem to be born with very clear minds, like some seeds of reading."

"Even this person, who usually doesn't like to study, has finally become a successful candidate. This is really hard to believe~"

"Perhaps the most correct thing our ancestors did was to invite the Taoist priest to dinner and continue this stall from generation to generation."

At the end of the sentence, he couldn't help but feel a little emotional:

"I just don't know if I will ever have the chance to invite this Taoist priest to this stall again to eat tofu pudding."

"Sixty or seventy years have passed, and I don't know whether that Taoist priest is still alive or not, and I don't know where that Taoist priest has gone..."

Although he grew up listening to such stories, even though he studied Confucian culture since he was a child.

But he has a deep yearning for this mysterious Taoist legend, otherwise he would not subconsciously get close to Wei Yi.

Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him, Wei Yi smiled slightly:
Chapter completed!