March in Jinling, spring rain comes and goes, green bricks breed green moss.
Thirty-two led Zhang Xia, Xiao Man, the little monk, and Zhang Zheng to the Ten-mile Qinhuai. The shops on the street had already taken down their doors early on, with stalls selling fried sugar cakes and steamed buns, a dazzling array.
Zhang Xia smiled and asked Xiao Man, "What do you want to eat?"
Xiao Man thought for a moment, "I want to eat everything..."
Zhang Xia responded, "Then let's buy some of everything."
A moment later, Xiao Man was carrying food wrapped in palm leaves and whispered to the little monk, "Did you notice how Sister Axia's steps are lighter now? Tsk, tsk, the gentleman is impressive, he's already managed to cheer Sister Axia up even before they've met..."
