There is something wrong with my infinite flow teammates!

At this time, Xueno also spoke softly. She tried hard to hold back her laughter and said in very fluent Mandarin: "Although I am Japanese, my Mandarin is more standard than yours. Uncle, have you always been cheating foreign tourists like this?"

"Oh, shit."

The uncle's facial muscles twitched, and he smiled more awkwardly: "I'm just kidding, just kidding, how can I really charge you fifty, haha... Come and play with painted candies, come on, spin it, and draw whatever you spin."

Yukino was amused by his expression and chuckled, "Well, it's quite interesting. I'll turn once."

After saying that, she gave Kitahara Sora a very cute look, but the other party did not pay immediately. Instead, he said with a half-smile: "I remember that we have a tradition of painting candies here, that is, if you transfer to your own zodiac attribute, you can get it for free, right?"

"Is there such a thing?" The uncle asked subconsciously, and then immediately realized that the boy was speaking in the local dialect, so he shook his head and said quickly: "Ah, yes, yes, it's free, so how old are you this year?"

Xueno covered her mouth and chuckled, then said openly, "I was born in 04."

"It's 04." The uncle thought for a moment, "I was born in the year of the monkey. I'll give it to you for free if it turns into a monkey."

Xueno nodded, looked at the monkey portrait holding a bright red peach on the turntable, then stretched out her green fingers and gently moved the needle, and the needle started to spin immediately.

It was not until seven or eight seconds later that the rapidly spinning needle gradually slowed down, from rat, ox, tiger... to rabbit, dragon, snake... and finally horse, sheep... slowly passing the monkey and stopping on the rooster.

"It's a pity that it can't be free." Xueno said helplessly: "My luck has never been very good."

"My luck is a bit bad, I will definitely be able to transfer next time."

The uncle cheerfully stirred the spoon, pulling the sticky syrup into threads a few times before suspending the spoon over the chopping board.

First there was the comb, the head, the majestic body... In just about twenty seconds, a lifelike rooster appeared on it.

Yukino took the big rooster from the uncle's hand, and stared at the painted candy with her shining pupils, a little joy jumping out in her pupils.

At this time, Kitahara Sora handed over the banknote. After the uncle took it, he asked cheerfully while finding the money: "Young man, don't you want to turn it over once?"

"I don't have to. In order to carry out my spy work more perfectly, I have to pretend that everything is normal. Next time, I will try to bring back the princess of the royal family and win glory again."

The uncle was stunned again after hearing this. After handing him five dollars, he gave him a thumbs up and a hearty laugh came out of his mouth.

Young people with ambition, young people with ambition, have a great future!

Xueno rolled her eyes at him, stretched out her little tongue and carefully licked the big cock. Suddenly, the greasy sweet taste spread in her mouth, making her couldn't help but smile slightly.

After leaving the stall, the girl raised the camera in one hand and took a picture of the big rooster.

Then she opened her little mouth, bit off its comb and chewed it. A slight sound came out of her mouth, very crisp "crunch crunch".

Seeing this, Kitahara Sora shook his head in grief, "It's too cruel that a work of art is destroyed like this."

"so what?"

Xue No bit off the whole chicken head with a crunch and said with a smile, "No matter how delicious the food is, being eaten is the happiest ending for them. Should I act very reluctant to let go, so as to show that I know nothing and have been pretending not to know that you are a spy? Otherwise, I will take it home and worship it?"

Kitahara Sora suddenly stroked his chin with a serious look on his face, staring straight at Yukino, "It seems that you have obtained our top-secret information. We can't let you go back!"

"Um……"

The girl thought about it seriously and said, "I can live well anywhere, but I can't leave my sister and mother behind. It will be difficult for you to lure the princess over. If you need my help, please ask directly."

"Tie them up, tie them up together!" Kitahara Sora said seriously, "By the way, how many princesses does your emperor have? I need to make a detailed plan for an encounter."

Yukino thought about it seriously and suggested sincerely: "There are three princesses in the royal family. I recommend that you focus on the eldest princess first. She has been widowed and has never remarried. She is 48 years old this year. Maybe she has been waiting for you to meet her by chance."

"Hey? This is consistent with my idea. I'm not good at sister-brother relationships. What about the second princess?"

"The second princess suffers from hemiplegia and needs someone to take care of her. But I think you are capable of this task. As long as it is true love, you won't mind even if you have to clean her excrement every day, right?"

Beiyuankong was stunned for a moment, but still asked, "Where is the little princess?"

Xue Noi suppressed her laughter and continued, "Unfortunately, the little princess is getting married, and my son and daughter are graduating from elementary school this year."

"How could this be! What about my great plan?" Beiyuan Kong's eyes were gloomy.

Yukino finally couldn't help laughing, "I finally understand why you're an idiot. Everyone here is like this."

After saying that, she took another bite of the sugar painting, and then handed half of the rooster to Kitahara Sora, "It's too sweet, I can't finish it."

"No." Beiyuankong shook his head without even thinking about it. "It's all covered with your saliva. It's unhygienic."

The girl, who was about to let go, was suddenly stunned. She never expected this answer. What was going on in his brain?

But she subconsciously turned her eyes to the big rooster, and her face turned red as she looked at the broken part of its body. Because of the sunlight, the slightly wet edge was crystal clear and glittering... well, it was saliva.

"hehe."

She narrowed her eyes and looked kindly at Beiyuan Kong who had a look of disgust on his face.

"But I don't dislike you."

Feeling a vague murderous aura, Kitahara Sora suddenly changed his mind and immediately snatched the big rooster. He opened his mouth and took a bite, "Mm, it's really sweet, much sweeter than maltose itself!"

"Fool!"

Xueno's face suddenly turned red with embarrassment, and she finally couldn't help but kick him and strode forward.

As she was walking, she stopped in front of another stall, raised her camera and took a picture of a middle-aged woman in cloth clothes.

She had seen this kind of food before at Breakfast Street, but Kitahara Sora didn't explain it at the time, so she didn't pay much attention to it.

"The fried noodles are called 'youtiao' and in ancient times they were called 'zhahui'. They were sold in the shop next door when we had breakfast before. They tasted delicious, but I don't like them very much."

"Youtiao? Hui?"

"It's not the "hui" in "xiaohui", but the "hui" in "juniper". It's the "mu" character with a "hui" in "meeting" on the radical."

"Any idea?"

"There is actually an allusion to this. The reason why it is called Hui is because it comes from a treacherous minister Qin Hui. Because he killed the national hero Yue Fei, the people invented this food to vent their anger and it has been used to this day..."

"Later, as time went by, the name of Zhahui became Youtiao... As for Yuyi, he probably hated Qin Hui so much that he wanted to fry him in oil every day."

The girl thought about it and jokingly said, "It's quite interesting. The treacherous minister smells very good."

After saying that, she reached out to Kitahara Sora. The meaning was clear: interesting, want to eat.

After handing Yukino the five dollars the uncle had just given her, she walked towards the stall with light steps. After a while, she came over with a fried dough stick in her hand, and returned the crumpled three dollars to Kitahara Sora.

At this moment, she was like a curious little girl, looking left and right.

When she saw something she had seen in the book, she would ask Kitahara Sora about her understanding, and then ask if her understanding was accurate. When she saw something she didn't understand, she would ask directly and then listen carefully.

Come to think of it, apart from seeing the local customs and culture when studying abroad, Yukino has never really traveled much.

After returning to China, I continued to go to school. At most, I would travel around the country on my days off. In addition, I had conflicts with my family, so I didn't plan to travel during the winter and summer vacations.

To put it bluntly, the student period is not the time to travel. Maybe she will go out and play, or even travel around the world, after graduating from high school or college. But the tragedy is that she was selected by the observer when she was only in her second year of high school.

Is the dungeon world beautiful? Is the Azeroth world beautiful? It is very beautiful.

The jungle of Stranglethorn Vale, the rain of Ashenvale; the grasslands of Mulgore, the sunset of Westerly; the moonlight of Nordrassil, the snow of Winterspring... These pictures are so beautiful just in the game, let alone in reality.

But the last mission was to the world of Azeroth. Even if time was not urgent, no one would have the leisure to appreciate the beautiful scenery.

During the more than half a month in Azeroth, Yukino faced only biting cold winds and thousands of undead.

Thinking of this, Kitahara Sora's heart softened again...

At this time, the girl walking in front turned around and walked back, handing the half-eaten fried dough stick in her hand to Kitahara Sora.

“So, I’m a trash can, right?”

The girl replied as a matter of course: "It's too greasy, I can't finish it."

"You can't finish it? You want to save some for other food, right?" Beiyuan Kong took the fried dough sticks helplessly, "No wonder you only ordered two buns in the morning and waited for me here."

The exposed Xue No didn't refute, but just asked with a smile: "Are you reluctant to buy it for me?"

"Buy, buy, buy. Even if you want the moon in the sky, I will buy it for you." Beiyuan Kong took the fried dough stick and took a big bite.

They wanted to talk more, but they heard a cheerful and festive sound of musical instruments in the distance. They both turned their heads and looked at the corner of the ancient road. The tourists around them quickened their pace and walked towards the direction of the musical instruments.

"Is there a performance? Is that the stage over there?"

"No, someone is getting married, and the bride and groom must be passing by here."

Kitahara Sora responded, then grabbed the girl's wrist and ran towards the direction where the suona sound came from.

Chapter 3: A Small Town Story ()

The ancient road is paved entirely with bluestone slabs, and there are copper coin-shaped floor drains every few slabs.

The architectural style here is still from the Ming and Qing dynasties, and the mottled walls are falling layer by layer of dust.

The maze-like alleys, the rusty copper door rivets, the octogenarian sitting at the door with a bowl in his hand... This place is constantly telling people about the historical memory it carries.

In the front, gongs and drums were beating, firecrackers were blasting, and the sharp and long sound of suona suddenly rang out, standing out from the harsh and festive noise.

That arrogant and unique voice immediately took the lead, as if all the instruments were just its accompaniment.

Yukino let Kitahara Sora pull her through the ancient alleys. The noisy sounds seemed to be just behind the next wall, but after turning around for many times, they still hadn't actually seen the wedding procession. This made the girl doubt, did this guy really know the way?

So, after more than ten seconds, he finally stopped.

Beiyuankong held the girl's slender wrist and stood there, looking up at a plaque with the words "Hongyi Escort Agency" and fell into deep thought...

"This is the only escort agency in the ancient town. I explained it to you before. We are an ancient shopping mall. What is an ancient shopping mall? In ancient times, our area was mainly engaged in business, such as the most famous tung oil, silk, etc."

Kitahara Sora turned around and explained to Yukino in a serious tone, "We passed by the residence of the richest businessman at that time. He was in the tung oil business. And this is the second most famous place. After all, bandits were a specialty of our Xiangxi area at that time, so the importance of escorts is self-evident."

Xueno nodded seriously, she looked at the huge copper coin sculpture in the center of the gate courtyard, and then took a picture.

"The escort agency enjoyed a very high reputation at the time. It was said that the most famous chief escort was named Zhou. He was proficient in all eighteen martial arts and could wield swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks and forks with great skill."

Beiyuan Kong looked at the row of weapon racks in front of the martial arts training room and continued to explain: "His most powerful weapon is called nunchaku. It is said that every time he wields it, he is very powerful. The whistling sound of 'hum hum ha hey' from his mouth is enough to scare the bandits, not to mention that he has a unique skill. It is said that no living person has ever seen a real Lightning Five Whip!"

Xueno listened carefully to his explanation, which was more professional than that of a tour guide, and nodded expressionlessly, "I roughly understand. Is this why you got lost in your hometown?"

"L-Lost?"

Kitahara Sora choked, "Are you kidding me? I'll get lost?"

Seeing his angry expression, Xue Noi did not refute him. She listened to the noise gradually fading away and just sighed softly, "It's a pity that I couldn't see the legendary classical wedding, but it doesn't matter. I'm very happy to be here."

The girl spoke in a cold tone. Although she said it was okay, anyone who was not stupid could tell that her words not only revealed a sense of sarcasm, but also a hidden threat.

The general meaning is: I want to see it, if you miss it you're dead, it's up to you.

So, Beiyuan Kong took her hand and turned away without changing his expression. After this failure, he finally remembered this winding road. After all, he got lost here once when he was a child in order to take a shortcut to school.

I remember that I was in the sixth grade of primary school, and my class started at 40 o'clock. I went in at :. After going around in circles, I finally walked out of the ancient city at almost o'clock.

After a few minutes, the noisy sounds became clear again.

Walking out of the ancient alley, there is a main commercial road in front of you. Although the road here is still paved with bluestone slabs, it is twenty meters wide.

But this time, Xiaoyun did not make any trouble and directly bypassed the slow-moving wedding procession. She took the girl and stood quietly on the roadside waiting for the arrival of the procession like other tourists.

The piercing sound of firecrackers came again, and the faint smell of saltpeter in the air could be smelled from a long distance away.

In the festive red procession, the seductively dressed matchmaker was in high spirits. She held a handkerchief in her left hand and a long pipe in her right hand, and walked in the front with graceful steps.

A large gong with a diameter of one meter was carried by two people. The person at the back would strike it hard every few steps, and the sound of the gong could be heard throughout the ancient alley.

After the gong came two suona players. After the gong was struck, the penetrating sound of the suona rang out again, cheerful and festive.

The groom finally appeared behind the eight men in red holding wedding signs. He was wearing a red robe with a big red flower on his chest, and even the chestnut horse under his crotch looked proud.

"It seems that they are not preparing to welcome the bride, but have already finished the wedding."

Kitahara Sora explained with a smile: "According to ancient customs, this is the way to take the bride back to the groom's home. Nowadays, it is probably taken to the hotel. The wedding company has already arranged the process, and the worship ceremony and so on will be completed with the blessings of relatives and friends in the hotel, and then the banquet will begin."

"Missed a lot?"

The girl switched her digital camera to video mode and aimed it at the slowly moving wedding procession.

The big red sedan behind the groom was not completely enclosed. A red figure sitting upright could be seen faintly behind the red gauze curtain. The girl stretched her focus and aimed at the bride in the sedan.

"Even if we catch up, we will miss it. After all, it's not a performance, it's a serious wedding. If we really chase them to the bride's house, we will be stuffed with red envelopes at the door to persuade them to leave. After all, weddings are already lively and crowded. If there are some strangers who make trouble, there's no point in getting married."

"Will I really be stuffed with red envelopes?" The girl smiled faintly, it was an interesting custom.

Suddenly, there was a commotion all around. The tourists on both sides of the road became excited. Even the people around Kitahara Sora and Yukino were eager to go over and join in the fun.

"Eh? What's wrong?"

When she turned the camera from the sedan to the crowd in surprise, she saw a few naughty girls starting to stop the matchmaker and the groom on the road.

They shouted wedding blessings in unison, such as growing old together, being together forever, etc., and then stretched out their hands... Then the onlookers on both sides of the road also shouted blessings in unison, but did not step forward to stop them.

The groom looked at the girls with some embarrassment. There were too many people here. He could give them red envelopes, but if he did, they would all come around. It wasn't that he was reluctant, but he was afraid of causing a stampede and a scramble.