Chapter 772: Buying all the specialties and cooking

When she entered the store, she saw that the Jingba gift boxes had been sold out and only the loose pastries were left. However, the bulk cakes together constituted Jingba, and she just needed to go home and pack them herself.

So she directly bought a pound each of blessing cakes, Taishi cakes, jujube cakes, longevity peach cakes, happy character cakes, silver ingot cakes, roll cakes and chicken fat cakes, and then she carried the trophies out of the pastry shop.

"Why did you buy so many?" Mu Fusheng saw Shi Qinghuan carrying a long series of oil-paper bags, so he stepped forward and took the oil-paper bags from Shi Qinghuan's hand, and then asked Shi Qinghuan.

"The Jingba gift boxes are sold out, so I can only buy bulk pastries and pack them myself."

"Why don't you come back and buy it tomorrow?"

"If you're too lazy to make another trip, let's not talk about this for now. Let's go to a certain house to buy pickles."

"You like pickles very much?"

"Fortunately, the main purpose is to buy it back to Harbin as a gift, and to taste it myself."

"Then don't buy too much, just buy some appropriately, because not everyone likes the taste."

Shi Qinghuan nodded after hearing Mu Fusheng's words, and then she asked Mu Fusheng to take her to a certain residence to buy pickles.

I don’t know if people in this era are good at making pickles or for some other reason. The number of people in a certain house is much smaller than that of a pastry shop, so she successfully bought sesame seeds, eight-treasure vegetables with soy sauce and sugared garlic.

"Don't you like eating garlic? Why did you buy sugared garlic?" Mu Fusheng asked Shi Qinghuan when he saw the jar of sugared garlic in Shi Qinghuan's hand.

"I didn't buy this to eat myself, but to give it away to others. Because the taste of sugared garlic is more acceptable than the taste of other pickles, I bought a few kilograms."

Mu Fusheng nodded after hearing Shi Qinghuan's words, and then he asked Shi Qinghuan, "Is there anything else you want to buy?"

"Gone."

"Then give me the sugar and garlic and let's go home."

"Okay." After Shi Qinghuan finished speaking, she handed the jar in her hand to Mu Fusheng, and then she and Mu Fusheng walked home together.

Shi Qinghuan returned home more than half an hour later. She first turned on the heater in the room, and then poured a cup of hot water for herself and Mu Fusheng each.

Then he opened his mouth and asked Mu Fusheng, "When will we return to Harbin?"

"Go back on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year. This time you and I will take the bus back to Harbin."

"What about Zhou Xiaomei and Zhang Li? Can the car accommodate so many of us?"

"Okay, but I don't plan to take them back to Harbin with me."

"Why?"

"For some other reasons, it's always for their own good."

Shi Qinghuan nodded thoughtfully after hearing Mu Fusheng's words. Then she did not continue the topic. Instead, she looked at the grandfather clock placed in the corner and saw that it was already past three o'clock.

So she said to Mu Fusheng, "Let's go to your house. Yesterday I said that I wanted to learn how to cook from Luo's mother. It should be put on the agenda today."

After hearing Shi Qinghuan's words, Mu Fusheng couldn't help but reach out and pinch his eyebrows. Then he sincerely suggested to Shi Qinghuan: "It's not a big problem that you don't know how to cook. You don't have to go out of your way to learn."

"I know, but I really like the feeling when cooking, so I still plan to learn it seriously."

Seeing that there was no room for change, Mu Fusheng could only accept his fate and walk home with Shi Qinghuan.