It is a good thing that the young master wants to study hard, but it is not a good thing to pinch the young master himself. After saying this, if someone thinks wrongly, he may even say that the young master abused him.
Of course Yao Erlang couldn't say anything, he just hesitated a few words and left.
What Yao Erlang gave Qin Xiangxiang was not soup noodles, but rice cooked by Counselor Zhu, plus a spoonful of pickled tomatoes, chicken and seasonal vegetables. According to Yao Erlang's explanation, Counselor Zhu was originally from the south and always loved to eat rice, which was not easy to eat in Yanzhou. When he arrived in the capital, he had to cook rice for almost every meal. However, Counselor Zhu usually only has one lunch with his enthusiasm for cooking. Everyone buys whatever they like for breakfast and dinner.
Qin Xiangxiang is indeed not picky about food and will eat all the meals provided.
After eating, I walked around the small courtyard, digested my food for two quarters of an hour, and then lay down to sleep again.
This was like a good life for a rice insect. After more than ten years, she finally lived it.
It's comfortable, but a little boring. After all, the day is long and there is nothing to do for fun, which is indeed a bit sad. No wonder those dandy boys from aristocratic families hang out outside all day long and never go home.
She was probably a young lady, and Mu Ting was too embarrassed to visit her again. Yao Erlang didn't come to collect the dishes and chopsticks. From the hanging flower gate across the small courtyard, no one was walking around in the courtyard.
They probably took a lunch break.
Qin Xiangxiang thought so.
But at the moment, Mu Ting was walking around the "yard" with Chen Ze.
Qin Xiangxiang's guess was correct. The place where they lived at the moment was hidden in the mixed "yard" behind the alley. These courtyards are one after another, continuous, and the population density is very high. The "yards" behind some alleys have their own markets, which are much more lively than the bleak alleys like Waterwheel Alley. There are many things you can buy without leaving the alley. Of course, there are also various restaurants and food stalls smaller than foot shops, which are opened in the "yard".
Mu Ting changed his clothes again, this time wearing a gray short-brown suit and a tattered bamboo hat. The long boots were also replaced by straw sandals, exposing one toe. He was also carrying a heavy baggage on his body, his back was slightly stooped, and he followed Chen Ze.
Chen Ze, wearing a green gown, a black bun, and black boots stained with mud, walked silently in front of Mu Ting.
Today they play the role of traveling traders and slaves.
Not far from them, there was a small restaurant selling noodle soup.
This is the third small restaurant selling noodle soup they have encountered.
Chen Ze walked to the small restaurant and glanced hesitantly at the dirty tables and stools inside. The environment inside these restaurants looks worse than the last. He just glanced twice, but the chubby hostess had already walked out with a smile on her face.
"Please come in, two distinguished guests! In our store, we use the finest, freshest pork bones as the soup base. I guarantee that your distinguished guests will want to come again after eating it."
There was about as much powder on her face as thick as a finger, and some of it fell down quietly when she spoke.
Mu Ting was amazed.
Chen Ze said with a straight face: "I have a strong taste, but I need to add more coriander and chopped green onion. By the way, if there is Sichuan pepper, please add some too."
The host's wife chuckled: "Your distinguished guest, just sit down and I will keep the coriander and green onion. That's enough! You two need two bowls..."
Chen Ze shook his head and stretched out a finger: "Just one bowl. My servant is not hungry."
Mu Ting was still slightly hunched over, and his bamboo hat was tilted, covering most of his face, making it difficult to see whether he was dissatisfied with his harsh master.
"Haha, your servant is really saving money. Lao Zhang, a bowl of noodle soup!" The hostess turned her head and shouted inside.
She didn't say add more coriander and green onion, let alone Sichuan pepper.
The noodle soup was made quickly. Chen Ze sat down and wiped off the mud on his trouser legs. The hostess brought the noodles over and said, "Sir, please use the noodles!"
Chen Ze stared at the noodle soup in front of him. The dark-looking soup was dotted with tiny pinches of coriander and chopped green onion, almost negligible.
"My wife, this..."
"Oh, sir, you look like a traveling trader. You must have known that it was the middle of winter. Coriander and green onions are very expensive! Our family is already very generous! And that Sichuan pepper comes from Sichuan. , it’s thousands of miles away, and it’s even more ridiculously expensive! I bet, except for Fan Lou and Tianxiang Lou, the shops nearby don’t dare to stock much of it!”
Chen Ze wanted to say something more, but when he saw his hostess looking at him with burning eyes, it was very likely that if he continued to find fault, he would do something he would regret.
He finally swallowed his breath and said, "What my boss said makes sense."
The moment he lowered his head to eat the noodles, he seemed to see Mu Ting's shoulder, which was facing away from him, shaking suspiciously.
This is the third noodle shop they have entered, and it is also the first bowl of noodles he has eaten.
The first two bowls were eaten by Mu Ting.
No noodle shop is willing to add more coriander and chopped green onion, let alone Sichuan pepper. Although Dasheng Capital is the richest place in the world, spices are extremely expensive whether in the lives of wealthy families or ordinary people at the bottom.
Chen Ze wanted to use the noodle soup specially ordered by Qin Xiangxiang to follow the clues to find out the contact location and informant between her and Nangong Wenyue, but it was a little difficult.
And it also looks stupid.
The noodle soup tasted terrible, so the hostess neatly took the twenty cents and smiled so hard that she couldn't see her eyes and said, "Please come back next time, sir."
"Does it have to be this way?" Mu Ting asked Chen Ze after leaving the noodle shop.
Chen Ze said: "Young Master, if you know yourself and your enemy, you will be victorious in every battle."
Mu Ting said: "I don't care what Uncle Chen said, but if you test it in this way, your body may not be able to bear it." He is young and has a big appetite, and he can easily eat seven or eight bowls of noodles a day. There were about a dozen noodle shops near the "yard", and he and Yao Erlang could visit them all in one day.
But Uncle Chen said that Yao Erlang was even more stupid and it was better for him to take action himself.
Chen Ze looked away absentmindedly: "If nothing else, it's good to walk around the place more."
He suddenly asked Mu Ting: "What did the young master eat from just now?"
"It's acceptable," Mu Ting said. He's not very picky about his meals either.
"Then let Erlang come and buy something from this store." Chen Ze decided what Qin Xiangxiang would have for dinner. Qin Guanlan's daughter will naturally suffer some hardships. He couldn't see how the young master was so kind to Mrs. Qin. When the young master was in Yanzhou, he clearly said that he wanted to beat Qin Gou and Li Gou to vent his anger. How come he came to the capital and had a good relationship with Qin Gou's daughter?
Qin Gou's daughter, like Qin Gou, is a demon who is good at bewitching people's hearts.
Mu Ting twitched his lips and decided to secretly ask Yao Erlang to buy some chicken soup or something to supplement Mrs. Qin's food. Last time at Tianxiang Tower, he also said that Mrs. Qin had gained weight. However, when I picked her up last night, she weighed almost nothing. Qin Guanlan was her biological father, so why did he treat her so poorly? Qin Wanwan is younger than her, looks much taller and stronger than her.
Qin Wanwan did not expect that her figure, which she had always been proud of, would only be regarded as "strong" in Mu Ting's eyes.
However, although there are many messy restaurants near the "yard", they are not very reliable. Otherwise, he should go to Fanlou himself and ask Fanlou to cook something delicious and beneficial...
Just as I was thinking about it, two people in green shirts passed by in the narrow alley ahead. They seemed to be drunk, and they were walking staggeringly with their arms around each other.
Mu Ting took two steps and whispered to Chen Ze: "Uncle Chen, there are two people in front of you, and the one on the left is Zhou Linguang."
Chen Ze looked up and saw the man on the right turning sideways, revealing a piece of jade hanging on his belt.
(End of chapter)
