Leaving the restaurant, the sky was still bright.
Qin Yao led Da Lang to the West Market to sell white-furred squirrels.
Such "idle distractions" were things that ordinary people wouldn't even glance at.
Qin Yao could only hope for a bit of luck, that perhaps a steward from some household would fancy it and buy it to please young masters or misses.
The little squirrel wasn't eating because what Da Lang fed it yesterday didn't suit its taste.
Qin Yao spent two cents to get a small handful of peanuts from a nearby old lady selling them. The once drooping little squirrel's eyes immediately lit up; if its feet weren't still tied with a hemp rope, it would have surely leaped into Qin Yao's arms for the peanuts.
Da Lang put it down and took the peanuts Qin Yao handed him to feed it. The little squirrel grabbed them and started eating, looking especially adorable as it nibbled.
Watching it, Da Lang felt a bit reluctant.
