"Well, it's nothing, just a few limericks..." she said perfunctorily.

"I just saw those duck legs, chicken bones, etc., and the customers threw them away without even chewing them clean. It's a pity," she said.

I saw him looking thoughtful.

She quickly added: "Well, this is the legendary burst of inspiration, don't go into it too deeply!"

Mu Zichuan nodded lightly.

Without going into detail, he had already memorized it.

"By the way, you just said you came over to see me and Tang Yazi. Have you seen him?"

Yang Ruoqing turned around and asked again.

Mu Zichuan came back to his senses and said, "I came in from the backyard and happened to meet Uncle Yang Wu."

"I asked him about you. He said you were here, so I went straight to you and never saw Tang Yazi." He said.

Yang Ruoqing said "oh".

"He's in the front yard. Come on, I'll take you to find him."

She raised her feet to leave, but he stopped her.

"There's no rush, it's not too late to go later." He said with a smile.

"I came here today to give you something," he said.

"What?" she asked.

He glanced around and made sure that there were only two of them in this corner of the backyard.

Then he pulled out a roll of something from the bottom of his sleeve.

It was tied with a ribbon, so you could only see the white paper outside, but not the inside.

"What is this?" she asked, but did not reach out to pick it up.

Mu Zichuan forced it into her hand: "Don't Da'an like painting? I promised him that I would draw a painting and let him use it as a sample for tracing."

"I can't go home until Qingming Festival. Please pass this to him on my behalf," he said.

So that’s what happened?

Yang Ruoqing accepted it with confidence.

Seeing her answer, a smile flashed across Muzichuan's eyes.

Just after handing over the painting, Luo Fengtang came over.

"Qing'er..."

Hearing him shouting, Yang Ruoqing's eyebrows lit up.

"Tangyaozi, I'm here!"

She stood on tiptoes and waved to him.

Beside him, the smile on Mu Zichuan's face faded a bit.
Chapter completed!