He is Lovestruck in the Revenge by Gu Nanxi

Chapter 106 - 106 104 Love and affection sweet and honeyed

Chapter 106: 104: Love and affection, sweet and honeyed, inseparable from each other (second update) Chapter 106: 104: Love and affection, sweet and honeyed, inseparable from each other (second update) Down the long street and narrow lanes, people were singing folk songs:

On the fifth day of May, we celebrate Dragon Boat, we wrap zongzi, hang calamus, race dragon boats, beat gongs and drums, every household celebrates Dragon Boat Festival joyfully.

On the fifth day of May, we welcome Dragon Boat, we insert mugwort, hang sachets, eat zongzi, dip it in white sugar, dragon boats take to water with a merry cheer.

Today is the Dragon Boat Festival, and the streets are much busier than usual. Many shops have displayed festival goods at their entrances, including wrist ropes, sachets, paper kites, as well as various flavors of zongzi and duck eggs.

A group of children of various ages were playing hopscotch; two of them got into a dispute as they played.

The older one, Jianguo, is the grandson from the grain and oil shop: “This was woven by my grandma.”

Jianguo puffed out his chest, showing off the egg pouch on his chest.

The younger one is Aimin, who also had one: “This was woven by my mom.”

Jianguo grunted: “Mine looks even better.”

Aimin also grunted: “Mine looks even better.”

Jianguo slapped his forehead: “I have a tiger.”

On Jianguo’s forehead was a tiger painted with realgar wine.

Aimin, not wanting to be outdone, said: “I have one too.”

Jianguo pulled out a salted duck egg from his pouch: “My egg is bigger.”

Aimin pulled his out too: “Mine is even bigger.”

Yang Xining, passing by: “…”

Kids feel no embarrassment.

Adults do feel awkward.

Granny Zhu was frying syrup cakes in the kitchen, which had to be flipped one by one. Not too many could be fried in a single pot. The first pot would be kept at home to eat, and the following pots were given to the neighbors. It was, after all, the festival, so everyone should have a taste.

Granny Zhu prepared a bowl.

“Changling.”

Wen Changling responded and came over.

“Help me take this to Grandma Liao’s house.”

“Okay.”

Last Mid-Autumn Festival, the bank where Wu Haomin worked had given their employees mooncake gift boxes, and the packaging was a bamboo-woven food box. Granny Zhu couldn’t bear to throw it away and now it came in handy. She put the bowl with the syrup cakes into the food box and handed it to Wen Changling.

Wen Changling went off to “deliver the meal.”

Wu Haomin came to the kitchen, grabbed a piece of syrup cake with her bare hands—it was just out of the pot and hot. She blew on it as she ate: “Mom, can you not always send Changling around to do things?”

Granny Zhu scooped another bowl and placed it in a vegetable basket: “Then you take this to Dessert Shop.”

Haomin obediently shut up

busy. What should one do on a festival

we last touched base, how

a Happy Dragon

Bank recently launched a

was right next door, painting foreheads for the

and Aimin’s foreheads were drawn by Xie Shang; he was good at painting, and the little tigers looked cute

a ‘king’

you draw a dragon

face and began to paint: “It needs to

“Why?”

“Tigers ward off evil.”

“Oh.”

Kaiyun was a master of traditional Chinese painting who had taken only three close disciples: Gu Kaiyun, Xie Shang, and Gu Yihuan. Gu Yihuan, however, was expelled from the apprenticeship within

Nonetheless, his mother insisted on thrusting him into the lessons

lining up to get their tiger painted, and Wen Changling came by to deliver the syrup cakes. Seeing that Xie Shang was busy, she did not disturb him but sat down to

unclear what kind. It paired quite well

weave an egg pouch for her as her mother didn’t know

“I’ll try it.”

chair over and

“Uh,”

Wen Changling looked up.

grandson. They had been in the queue but specifically came over to Wen Changling’s side. The owner seemed

Xiao Wen looked puzzled.

of her generation seemed to not be very good at apologizing, “I really didn’t mean anything by it. I just can’t hold my tongue and like to

to interact with everyone more recently. And everybody thought that Wen, the girl, was quite nice after all. She was not

person who had left her hometown and was living in a strange city,

“It’s okay.”

adept at handling such situations, so she took a piece of sugar cake and asked the innkeeper’s eldest grandson,

innkeeper’s eldest grandson’s nickname was

accepted the

settled the matter, and the innkeeper’s wife smiled, “Mangmang, aren’t you going

“Thank you, sister.”

and watched Wen Changling make an egg purse for Tongtong, “Sister Wen, can you make one for

“Sure.”

a total

finished painting,

“Changling.”

“Hmm?”

sugar cakes left, and she

called

and sat down, “Are you going to paint

“Yeah.”

didn’t know what else was mixed into the realgar wine, but it had a bright

went out with a yellow tiger on her face, she would be

be painted

Alright then.

Xie; Boss

face and dipped the brush in

door, Grandma Lin was bathing in orchid