Addicted: Book One - The Inquietude of Youth

Chapter 132: A grown son can't be kept at home either

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One a side note, this chapter is quite long, so it took me a while since I wanted to make sure certain scenes are describe perfectly. I had a lot of fun translating this chapter so I'm quite happy about it!! Ⓗⓐⓟⓟⓨ❤ヾ(◍'౪'◍)ﾉﾞ

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Gu Hai & Bai Luo Yin

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Chapter 132 ::  A GROWN son, CAN'T be KEPT at home EITHER

It was almost the middle of the month, and the streets once enclosed with peacefulness, at long last, began to bustle with noise and excitement. Once the sun rose early in the morning, Bai Luo Yin and Yang Meng rushed toward the street main entrance way which had been completely decorated with the traditional features of ocean decorations and Chinese lanterns. As they promenaded around, their eyes absorbed the lively scenes. They encountered various performances from traditional Chinese opera, magic shows, acrobatics to......even the distinguishable characteristics of old Beijing's vendors, loudly broadcasting and advertising their products.

When the blazing sun soared into its brightest peak and basked the entire street with its brilliant, they joined the horde of people, happily watching and applauding the lion and dragon dance show as it paraded down the street in all its magnificence.

Their eyes were dazzled by an endless array of mouth watering delicacies that laid out in front of them, tickling the five senses that entangled their taste buds. This exhibition was indeed a feast for their hungry eyes. It was just like that, that Bai Luo Yin and Yang Meng could no longer let their stomach suffered in such agony. So as to cure their hunger, they strolled through the street and tried as many things as possible until their stomach hit its' capacity and satisfaction settled in.

"Hey, those lanterns over there with the riddles on them, if answered correctly, there's a prize," proclaimed Yang Meng in excitement.

Bai Luo Yin followed behind Yang Meng to have a closer look at the riddles.

Before him was a large plaque with a red paper attached at the top. Several string of riddles were written boldly on each sheet of red lantern paper; the powerful strokes that permeated with each characters were visibility delightful.

The rule on the plaque read:

All those who guess correctly, will receive a sticky rice ball in sweet soup or sticky rice dumpling. The more you guess correctly the more you receive but one wrong guess, and it will game over. No second chance.

When it was Bai Luo Yin's turn, he answered the first two riddles with much ease. Yang Meng, who stood to the side, was given the responsible of holding onto the prizes. Once those precious prizes were within his grasp, no one could pry it out of his hands. But toward the end, there were so many prizes nestled against his chest and in both of his hand that he could barely hold on to them.

Embarrassment wormed its' way on to the stall owner's pallid face. If this continued, in less than five minutes, all the riddled on the plague would sooner than later be decoded.