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.”

shut up and ate her syrup

was just busy. What should one do on a festival day? It was a time to send

while since we last touched base, how

wish you a Happy Dragon

launched

was right next door, painting

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

is a local Dragon Boat Festival custom. It involves painting a ‘king’ character or a tiger on children’s

draw a dragon

lifted the child’s face and began to paint: “It needs

“Why?”

“Tigers ward off evil.”

“Oh.”

was a master of traditional Chinese painting who had taken only three close disciples: Gu Kaiyun,

rather unjust; his scrawling, chicken-claw script was evidence enough that he lacked artistic talent. Nonetheless, his mother insisted on thrusting him into

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

although it was unclear what kind. It paired quite

and asked Wen Changling if she could weave an egg pouch for her as her mother didn’t know

“I’ll try it.”

a chair over and

“Uh,”

Wen Changling looked up.

in the queue but specifically came over to Wen Changling’s side.

Xiao Wen looked puzzled.

at apologizing, “I really didn’t mean anything by it. I just can’t hold my tongue and like to gossip too much. I’m sorry,

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

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

“It’s okay.”

handling such situations, so she took a piece of sugar cake and asked the innkeeper’s eldest grandson, “Do you want some?

grandson’s

accepted the

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

“Thank you, sister.”

make an egg purse for Tongtong, “Sister Wen, can you

“Sure.”

Changling made a total of

painting,

“Changling.”

“Hmm?”

there were only two sugar

called

down, “Are you going to

“Yeah.”

else was mixed into the realgar wine, but it had a bright

Changling felt if she went out with a yellow tiger on

can be painted

Alright then.

Xie; Boss Xie was

her face and dipped the brush

was