Chapter 329 - 182: Who Can Resist This

Chapter 329: Chapter 182: Who Can Resist This

Later, once large-scale farming became the norm and China transformed into an industrial behemoth, things from the countryside—like organic, unfertilized vegetables, free-range chickens and pigs raised without commercial feed, and various traditional, handmade crafts—became rare and expensive all over again.

A fascinating cycle.

"Really?" Zhou Momo asked, a little uncertain at first.

"Of course. It’s beautiful and warm, and since Momo picked it out, Grandma will definitely love it," Zhou Yan said with a smiling nod. He wasn’t a top salesman for nothing. ’She already understands the concept of value at such a young age.’

"Brother, you’re the best!" Zhou Momo said, touched. "Then this can be a gift from both of us to Grandma, okay?"

"Okay," Zhou Yan agreed with a smiling nod.

After paying, Zhou Yan carefully placed the hat in his bag, then took Zhou Momo’s hand and went to buy five picture frames of various sizes.

One was for the family photo, one was for Zhou Momo’s drawing to give to Duan Yu Yan, and two were for the magazine.

One frame for the cover. The two-page interview would be cut out and framed separately. He planned to display them at the restaurant’s entrance for a while before hanging them on the wall as decorations.

’An endorsement from *Sichuan Cuisine* magazine had to be used to its full potential!’

Zhou Yan wasn’t one to feel embarrassed about it. With an endorsement from a professional magazine, the story of his Kneeling Beef immediately gained a great deal of credibility.

Zhou Yan kept the last frame for himself, so if Xia Yao sent another painting, he could frame it right away.

Passing the toy section, Zhou Yan asked with a smile, "Want to buy a toy?"

"No, I already bought a hat for Grandma." Zhou Momo shook her head, not even glancing at the toy section. Her gaze was as determined as if she were on a sacred mission.

After leaving the department store, Zhou Yan placed the frames in his back basket and lifted Zhou Momo onto the bicycle. He looked at her and asked with a laugh, "No toys, then. Is there anything you want to eat? It’s not often we come into the city, so I’ll treat you to something before we head back."

"I want... tofu pudding!" Zhou Momo’s eyes sparkled as she looked at him, adding with great certainty, "The sweet kind!"

’Sweet tofu pudding...’ The request wasn’t unreasonable, but it put Zhou Yan in a bit of a bind.

After all, in Jiazhou, getting a bowl of sweet tofu pudding required not just money, but also a thick skin.

But seeing the look of eager anticipation in the little one’s eyes, how could Zhou Yan possibly refuse? He nodded with a smile. "Alright, let’s go. I’ll take you to get some sweet tofu pudding."

He rode his bicycle to East Main Street, which was lined with a dazzling array of snack stalls. As they passed one, Zhou Momo asked curiously, "Brother, look, what’s that little golden pancake? Is it an egg pancake?"

Zhou Yan squeezed the brakes, looking at the small, golden cakes in the vendor’s little pan. "Those are egg-baked cakes," he said with a smile.

"Egg-baked cakes?" Zhou Momo leaned forward, sniffing with her little nose. "They smell so sweet and nice!" she exclaimed in delight. "So fragrant~"

"Hey little one, want to try an egg-baked cake? Only twenty cents each," the vendor, a middle-aged man with a gentle voice, said with a broad smile. "They’re sweet and fragrant, light and fluffy. Delicious."

"Yes," Zhou Momo nodded, holding up two fingers. "We’ll have two."

Then, she patted the small satchel on her back and said to Zhou Yan, "Brother, my treat! I have money."

Zhou Yan was stunned for a moment, then immediately broke into a smile and nodded. "Alright."

’The little one had actually earned a good bit of money recently. She worked hard shouting and hawking every day for her commission, and bit by bit, her savings had probably grown to three or four yuan.’

’Letting her treat him to an egg-baked cake wasn’t asking too much.’

The vendor chuckled when he heard this. He rolled up the cake he’d just finished, wrapped it in oiled paper, and handed it to the customer beside them. "Treating your brother, are you? How generous," he said with a laugh.

"He’s my brother. What’s mine is his," Zhou Momo said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Then she turned back to look at Zhou Yan. "Brother, is what’s yours mine?"