He thought to himself that Third Brother Liang was a lazy sort, these past few days he clung to the house, hardly stirring. His mother had told him before that being lazy all the time made it easy to fall sick, so he felt that it was still better to walk, to move his muscles a bit with a few steps.
So, Liang Shujun and Young Master Li, each wearing a rice-straw hat, followed by some robust female guards, left Li Mansion and Young Master Li led Liang Shujun towards the bustling market.
Liang Shujun had been cooped up for several days, nearly bored sick, and although his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Haoming these past few days, once he saw the lively scene of the market, the fog in his heart seemed to dissipate quite a bit.
"Third Brother Liang, the pastries from this shop are really delicious!"
Young Master Li bought a box of pastries, Liang Shujun tasted a small bite, "It's not bad," but he was certain that what Baobao made would definitely be tastier than this.
