How can someone travel through time and space and become a beggar?

The two of them had different opinions on the division of the profits, so they could only put it aside. Because Xia Tian had returned with Wang Qiuyu, who was holding a skewer of fried meat that she had bought from somewhere, her eyes sparkling and her bright smile as she walked over. "Sister!" Mo Qingmei had also met him before, and she greeted her sweetly, "Sister Mo, have some meat."

"Thank you, Qiu Yu." Mo Qingmei didn't hesitate and took a skewer, the aroma of meat filling the air. "Brother Xia."

Xia Tian had met this young lady several times before and knew she was a good friend of his sister's. He didn't look at her for long, just smiled and nodded at her, his attitude neither cold nor enthusiastic. Then he placed the oil-paper packets in his hand on the table and opened them. "These are all delicious. You can enjoy them."

"Thank you, big brother!" Xia Chu touched Qiu Yu's head again and thanked him, then took the skewers from his hand.

"Qingmei, this tastes good."

"Mmm, sweet and delicious."

"This is fine too."

"Sister, this is the best!"

"Really? Let me try it."

Xia Chu could afford to give up anything except her mouth. She found the food delicious, so she let Mo Qingmei have some too. Wang Qiuyu had already eaten and was giving her advice.

Xia Tian smiled and glanced at it for a few moments before turning his gaze to the stage. He seemed to have seldom come here since he grew up, but when he was little, Wang Yong would bring them here whenever he had a break. It was a children's paradise, with all sorts of food, toys, and things to see—everything was new and exciting.

Wang Yong is not a stingy person. Whenever he sees other children eating something, he will buy it for them. Even if they rarely ask for something, he has most of the things other children have and has eaten everything they like.

They weren't his biological parents, but they had never treated him unfairly. Xia Tian raised his hand and squeezed Wang Qiuyu's shoulder. Sometimes he felt like he owed him something. He should have been an only child, enjoying all his parents' love, but so much of it was taken away by these 'outsiders' who had no blood relationship with him.

"Brother, why are you pinching me?" Wang Qiuyu opened his eyes wide and looked at him in confusion.

"Nothing." Xia Tian ruffled his hair. "Still playing?"

Wang Qiuyu was about to nod, but thinking of his elder brother, he shook his head again, "I want to play, but my elder brother has to go back to the barracks tonight, so let's go back early."

Mo Qingmei glanced at Wang Qiuyu. This child looked heartless, but he was actually a sensible person.

"We all feel bad for big brother, Qiu Yu." Xia Chu said with a smile, then looked at Mo Qingmei inquiringly, "Is Qingmei going back?"

"Let's go, I don't have anything else to do." Mo Qingmei stood up.

"Okay then." Xia Chu took the last piece of fried cake on the table and said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to eat dinner. I hope Mom will cook less today."

Xia Tian returned to the military camp after dinner. When he passed the training ground, he saw Zhao Huazhang standing on the side, where two people were practicing against each other.

Thinking of this man climbing over the wall in the middle of the night last night, he walked over with a somewhat unfriendly look in his eyes, "Master Zhao."

"I'm back." Zhao Huazhang turned his head, his face expressionless but his eyes gentle.

He was holding a sachet in his hand. I didn't know where it came from. I didn't seem to have seen him wear something like this before. He looked so effeminate. Xia Tian glanced at him with disdain, "Why did Lord Zhao become a thief last night?"

Zhao Huazhang's face froze, and he covered his mouth with a fist and coughed twice to hide his anger. "Excuse me."

"My yard is small and there are many people in my family. I hope it won't happen again." Xia Tian now feels that there is nothing wrong with Zhao Huazhang.

"No." Zhao Huazhang's eyes became softer. He had a feeling that it might not take long.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, Yin Ge Yuan stopped selling mooncakes. However, people still ordered snow skin mooncakes every day, so Xia Chu asked the kitchen to prepare a smaller quantity and sell them as a limited-edition snack.

August's accounts almost covered the revenue of the previous three or four months. Xia Chu finished reading the account book and smiled so hard that her teeth were visible. She looked up and asked Cuihua, "What festivals are there in September?"

"The ninth day of the ninth month is the Double Ninth Festival," Cuihua replied.

What do we eat on Double Ninth Festival?

Double Ninth Festival cake.

People at that time also liked to climb mountains, appreciate chrysanthemums, and drink chrysanthemum wine. Chrysanthemums represent longevity, and these actions meant praying for health and longevity.

September 9th, with the number nine as the same as the number long, signifies a long and lasting existence and is a symbol of longevity. This day is also known as Daughter's Day, as married daughters are brought home.

"Double Ninth Festival Cake," also known as "Flower Cake," Xia Chu asked the cook. Most people make it, serving it as a festive treat. But the recipes vary from place to place. She asked the girls in the garden, and only then did she realize how many different recipes there are for this cake.

Its main ingredient is rice flour, though some use bean flour or glutinous rice flour. Ingenious families may add flower and vegetable juices to dye the pastry, creating colorful cakes, or embellish them with dried fruits and flower petals. For salty pies, meat is placed on the cake, with shredded pork, mutton, or duck meat sprinkled on top.

The cake is of the same height and is often made into several layers, which means getting higher step by step.

I can only say that our ancestors knew how to have fun. One festival, one cake, so many meanings.

I ground a lot of rice flour, bean flour and glutinous rice flour at the beginning of summer, and I plan to go back and study how to make it look good, taste good and be special.

When Dong Xiaohuan returned home, she saw a table full of various pastries.

"Where did so many flower cakes come from? Did you buy them?" Dong Xiaohuan asked in surprise.

"I made these. Mom, try them and see which one tastes best." Xia Chu looked at Dong Xiaohuan expectantly, waiting for her evaluation.

"Okay, I'll give it a try." Dong Xiaohuan looked around and picked out a colorful flower cake. It had five layers, each a different color. It was sprinkled with finely chopped osmanthus flowers, which looked very pretty.

"Huh? It doesn't taste the same?" Dong Xiaohuan held up the pastry and took a look. It tasted different from what she had imagined and was even better.

Dong Xiaohuan cooked some noodles for dinner that day. Everyone had a lot of snacks in their stomachs and couldn't eat any rice.

Guan Xu became interested in this, and after dinner he went to the kitchen with Xia Chu to think about more ways to make pastries.

Fortunately, this thing can be stored and eaten the next day.

The two of them studied it for four days. The other people in the Wang family were already tired of eating the Chongyang Cake, but they simply couldn't finish it.

As a result, the Jia family, Yin Geyuan, and Dong Xiaomao all received a variety of Chongyang cakes. If it weren't for these two people, no one else would have known that there were so many ways to make Chongyang cakes.

Steamed or baked, sweet or salty, a small colorful flag will be inserted on the Double Ninth Festival cake, which means climbing to a higher place.

After finally deciding on several methods that were generally recognized as the most delicious, Xia Chu returned to Yin Ge Garden to discuss with the cook.

She'd been sending them out quite a bit these past few days, and everyone had tasted them. The cook was quite convinced by her; last time, she'd made a mooncake that was just as beautiful. She was sure this Double Ninth Festival cake would be no less impressive.

The cakes eaten on Double Ninth Festival are called Double Ninth Festival cakes, but how much money can you make from selling them for just one day? Xia Chu still made them in advance, but without the colorful flags.