Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress
Chapter 136: Strolling through the Night Market(3)_1

Chapter 136: Chapter 136: Strolling through the Night Market(3)_1

"Give us one, please."

Cai Wei found a clean table and sat down, calling her family over to join her.

If it were in previous times, the Mu family people, like the passers-by just now, would have gasped and hurried away. Even if they craved for it, they would never dare to approach a stall like this, because five hundred coppers were their livelihood for nearly two months, it was a great sum they could only save over half a year. But now, to them, it was merely a meal’s cost.

To Cai Wei, it was an insignificant sum. The enormous wealth hidden in her Space, once brought to light, could not only afford a roast duck but even if she were to buy all the ducks in the Great Jin Nation, there would be plenty left over!

The roasted duck was served quickly—the skin was golden and crispy, the meat tender. Taking a lotus leaf thin pancake, smearing sweet flour sauce, sprinkling a little green onion, and placing a piece of duck meat on top, she rolled it up and took a bite; it was deliciously rich and unforgettable.

Although everyone had already had dinner, an entire duck and several plates of lotus leaf thin pancakes were promptly devoured, even the soup made from the duck bones was drunk to the last drop.

"I’m so full! That was really delicious!"

Wu’er ate contentedly, his little mouth smacking, and seemed unsatisfied. His chubby little mouth, encircled by sweet flour sauce, appeared like a tiny mustache.

Mu Zhongqing was also very satisfied. He had not eaten meat for over half a year; if he wasn’t worried about his health, he might have eaten some more.

Lady Du used a handkerchief to carefully clean Wu’er’s little mouth and then gave her purse to Mu Zhongqing for him to pay for the meal. After the whole family was fully satisfied, they continued their walk.

The moon rose higher, and the night market became more lively. There was a constant stream of cars and horses, and the crowd was so dense that people’s sleeves might even brush against each other as they moved around.

Mu Zhongqing saw the crowd and was afraid that his wife and children might get hit or lost, so he held Wu’er in one arm, Wen’er’s hand in the other, and walked behind Lady Du and their two daughters, keeping them all within his field of vision. He didn’t realize that his illness had improved that he could not only move freely but even carry a child briskly.

"Rouge Powder! Rouge Powder! Freshly made Rouge Powder from ’Mi Fangzhai’! Extracted from fresh flowers, good quality at a reasonable price, ladies and young misses, come and see, come and buy!"

As they passed a long-standing stall, two identically dressed street vendors were jointly selling rouge. Their stall was filled with exquisite bottles and jars made of ceramic, wood, stone, bamboo, and even jade. They were dazzled and confused by the array of goods. A group of young girls and daughters-in-law were gathered there, choosing and haggling with the vendor over prices.

"Oh, young miss, don’t haggle with me, this is authentic rouge made by Mi Fangzhai. Hundreds of fresh flowers were made into just one box, seventy coppers is already very cheap."

"Auntie, if you use my wrinkle-removing cream, I can guarantee you that within a month, your husband will mistake you for his own maiden."

Both street vendors sweetly peddled their goods. Hearing the vendors’ persuasive speech made Mu Zhongqing interested. He turned to his wife and quietly asked, "Lady Mei, do you want some rouge? Can I buy you a box of rouge?"

Lady Du touched her face uncomfortably and said, "I’m too old for rouge and powder. Won’t it make people laugh? I don’t want it. Buy some for Wei’er and Fei’er."

Mu Zhongqing said nothing more and walked to the stall with Wu’er in his arms and began to carefully select goods.

Cai Wei stood by her dad, watching him make his selection with a serious expression, and she finally understood why her mother chose to marry her dad without any complaints, willingly undergoing poverty, and living a simple life with him.