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

Dong Xiaohuan put down the beans she was washing, shook off the water, and came over. Just then, she saw Xia Chu scooping up a piece of beans, the pale yellow milk trembling and shaking. She said happily, "Mom! Come and try it!"

"Okay, I'll try it." She opened her mouth and accepted the milk her daughter fed her. The milk was as soft and smooth as tender tofu, full of milky fragrance. A gentle sip melted in her mouth and slid down her throat. The tip of her tongue finally tasted a hint of ginger spiciness, and her stomach seemed to warm slightly, but not the dry heat of hot weather. It felt very comfortable. "It's delicious. The taste is very unique."

After succeeding on the first try, Xia Chu couldn't help but feel a little proud. "One more bite, and I'll let my brothers taste it!"

In the summer, they were cleaning their small food carts by the well. They couldn't let the oil on them get out, otherwise it would be hard to wash them off. They cleaned these things by digging out wood ash from the stove, rubbing it two or three times with the ash, and then rinsing it with water. It was basically clean.

"Brother, ah!" Xia Chu ran over and fed each of them a bite.

The sweet and spicy taste was very novel. Guan Xu frowned and tasted it for a long time, then smacked his lips and said, "Another bite, it tastes weird."

"Has Xiaoliu eaten?" Xia Tian asked while washing the pot.

"I haven't eaten it yet," Xia Chu said after taking a bite. "It has a strong milky flavor and is delicious. If only milk were cheaper, I could make this and sell it."

"Cows are so valuable, who would be willing to use them just to produce milk, and the quantity is not much." Xia Tian continued.

This bowl was only enough for one person, so Xiachu returned to the kitchen to make the remaining milk, which solidified and then hung in the well to refrigerate. After dinner, a bowl of this would definitely be very comforting.

"The taste is very special, something spicy." It tasted very strange, but it was strangely delicious. Zhao Huazhang finished it all in a few bites, "This is really delicious made by Sister Wang."

"As long as you like it." Xia Chu continued to work without looking back, "You should go back first. It's too hot here and there's nothing fun to do."

But Zhao Huazhang didn't know what was wrong with him, he just wanted to stay with her, so he brought a big umbrella with him. He also brought two servants to hold the umbrella beside him, covering the entire Wang family underneath.

It’s actually a lot cooler without having to face the sun directly.

"This young master is quite thoughtful." Dong Xiaohuan wiped the sweat off his forehead and couldn't help but praise Zhao Huazhang.

"Give me fifty more." Zhao Huazhang's demeanor seemed out of place in this market. Especially since he brought not only an umbrella but also a table and chairs. He leaned back in his chair, and Qingsong brewed a cup of tea and placed it in front of him. He looked like he was on a picnic.

"If you want to eat, I'll treat you to one." Xia Chu asked Xia Tian to pick one up and handed it to him, "Don't eat too much of anything."

Zhao Huazhang squeezed the fresh sausage, feeling a sense of hopelessness. He secretly rejoiced, but then thought of his grandmother's stern rejection of his idea of bringing Xia Chu home yesterday, and he sighed.

For three consecutive days, Zhao Huazhang came here every day to report. Xia Chu and the others were fine. He sat there quietly, and apart from talking a lot, he didn't delay them at all.

It was Old Madam Zhao who became suspicious. When Zhao Huazhang returned home that night, she found an excuse to call Qingsong over. "Qingsong."

"Madam." Qingsong bowed and lowered his head. He guessed why he was called over, but he didn't know how to explain the young master's possessed behavior.

"Where has the young master been these days?" The old lady asked directly without beating around the bush.

"I went to Demao Street." Qingsong trailed off. Aunt Zhan, who was standing behind Old Madam Zhao, coughed and continued with a bitter face, "There's a little girl on Demao Street, five years old. I don't know why the young master likes her so much, and he goes there every day even in the scorching sun."

"Oh? Is that the little girl he said he would take home and raise?"

"It's her," Qingsong thought for a moment and added, "She looks like a porcelain doll and is very lovable. I wonder if that's the reason."

Madam Zhao sighed and waved her hand, saying, "You can go back first. If Zhang'er asks, you can just tell her directly."

Zhao Huazhang was collecting his own trinkets. He remembered a hollow jade sachet he once owned. He disdained it as a girl's item and rarely wore it. When Qingsong returned, he didn't ask where he'd been, only urging him to find the sachet.

"Who is he, young master?" asked Nanny Zhan in a low voice.

"Who knows him? Just ignore him and don't cause any trouble." Madam Zhao looked at the Jade Ruyi on the Duobao Pavilion. "But he can't just sit there idle all the time. He doesn't like martial arts, does he? Find him a martial arts master."

"Yes."

Zhao Huazhang didn't know that he was about to get busy. He finally found the sachet ball and planned to give it to Sister Wang to play with.

Unfortunately, it rained the next day, making it impossible to set up a stall. Qingsong tried to dissuade him from going, saying it was impossible to set up a stall in such weather, but Zhao Huazhang insisted. As expected, he found no one there, and with no idea where the people lived, he returned home disappointed.

Xia Chuzheng followed Dong Xiaohuan to the river. It was the first rain after the Dragon Boat Festival. He took off the five-colored rope in his hand and threw it into the river.

Dong Xiaohuan clasped her hands together and placed them against her lips, muttering, "I beg the river god to take away the disease and bad luck, and let my little chu live in health and happiness."

How lucky I was to meet her. Xia Chu tried hard to hold the umbrella high to shield her from the rain.

"Okay, let's go back." Dong Xiaohuan took the umbrella with a gentle and peaceful smile on her face. "It should be cooler for a few days after the rain. It will be much more comfortable."

With nothing to do when they were not setting up the stall, the four little ones sat in the corridor, watching the lotus leaves being beaten to and fro by the rain.

"It looks like there's a flower bud." Zhang Zhou pointed to the center of the pond.

"Where is it? If the flowers bloom, can we eat lotus pods?" Guan Xu lay on the fence, shaking his head left and right to look for flowers.

"I heard that fried lotus petals are delicious, and soaking them in water can relieve summer heat. Lotus tea also has a unique flavor." Xia Chu didn't see the flower. All she could think about were the various ways to eat lotus and lotus leaves, beggar's chicken, lotus and lotus leaf tea...

Xia Tian couldn't help laughing, wanting to say that Guan Xu's mind was full of food, but his sister thought the same thing... "Then try picking some in a couple of days, and we can try this lotus leaf tea too."

"The beggar's chicken made with lotus leaves is so delicious." Xia Chu smacked his lips, wanting to eat fried chicken.

"Then I'll go buy a chicken." Xia Tian said.

"I want to eat too!" Guan Xu hugged his eldest brother's arm, fearing that he would leak.

"What don't you want to eat?" Xia Tian tore his hand off and spoke with disgust.

Zhang Zhou smiled on the side and thought to himself: What a wonderful day.

The rain continued until Wang Yong came back. The air was filled with the fishy smell of soil, but it made people feel very comfortable.