"Want to eat meat cooked in a copper pot?" A man wearing a lean black moiré robe came in, with a neither happy nor angry expression on his face, "How come there are so many kinds of ingredients, not just mutton, cabbage and Tofu?”
It turns out that hot pot was also eaten in such ancient times. "As for hot pot, everything can be rinsed. Do you want the spicy pot bottom or the tomato one?"
Combining the meaning of the sentence, Xiao Beichen roughly knows what "bottom of the pot" means, "But what is a tomato?"
"It's a foreign persimmon."
Xiao Beichen shook his head.
In Luo Yunchu's opinion, there was a clear stupidity in Xiao Beichen's eyes at this moment, which was quite cute.
Luo Yunchu thought for a moment and then said, "Liuyuedushi, do you know?"
This time he nodded, "I know."
"Then let's eat the sweet and sour persimmon hotpot!" Hey, there's a bit of awkward joy in saying this.
Luo Yunchu pulled him to sit down, and soon the rich tomato soup was boiling. Well, it was steaming, red and delicious. The smell was better than Haimou Lao.
Xiao Beichen habitually waited for the maids to come and serve the dishes. When there was no movement, he realized and put the cabbage and mutton slices on his own.
"How do you get used to not having a servant?" Xiao Beichen asked, staring seriously at the cabbage leaves rolling in the tomato soup.
Luo Yunchu raised his head amidst the white steam from the hot pot, smiled slightly and said, "I am a person who pays more attention to personal space. I am not used to being served by others."
Quail eggs, beef louvers, fish tofu, and fresh fish meat were placed in the pot one after another by Luo Yunchu.
After the beef leaves were fluttering, Luo Yunchu handed it to Xiao Beichen like a treasure, "My favorite, I don't allow anyone to not taste it."
Xiao Beichen looked at her with a bit of pity. It seemed that this child had never eaten anything good.
He said with rare gentleness but without any clue: "I will invite you to the best restaurant in the capital tomorrow."
The beef louver has a texture that Xiao Beichen has never tried before. It is fresh, crispy and delicious. "What kind of meat is this?"
This time, Luo Yunchu looked at him with some sympathy, "This is beef leaf, have you really never eaten it?"
I've definitely never eaten it before. Any serious prince has ever eaten animal offal. However, Xiao Beichen was eating very happily at the moment and couldn't care less about it.
Luo Yunchu's eyes flashed. It seemed that the first step of her plan to coax people was successful. She smiled and asked boldly: "How should Bingxuan's place be arranged?"
"I will place her in the house in the east of the city. Long Fei will deliver it in person. You can rest assured." Faced with such a delicacy, Xiao Beichen couldn't care less about being polite. He took a bite of a bamboo shoot and said, "After a while, Find a reliable husband and marry her as the sister-in-law of King Yi. "
Luo Yunchu blinked his eyes and said with satisfaction, "That's very good, very good."
Xiao Beichen ate happily, and Luo Yunchu ate happily. After the hot pot meal, they made several dinner appointments.
Every time Luo Yunchu cooked simple but exquisite meals, and they all ate happily. She thought Xiao Beichen had coaxed them well.
So she decided to get down to business, which was to make money. Traveling to this point, in an era that does not belong to her, only earning more rice can give her a great sense of security.
She made a deal with Xiao Beichen to have hot pot appointments twice a month, giving her the right to leave the house at will. That day she was sitting in a teahouse to rest, sipping tea and meditating on ways to make money.
Suddenly I heard the lady at the next table talking, "That day, King Yi is getting married. Did you go to the gate of the palace to see it?"
"Look, look, Yi Wangfeng has thin eyes and thin lips, and a cold temperament, but his eyes are full of emotion, which makes people daydream."
"Dreams? Hehe, it's useless to think about it. You haven't seen His Highness Prince Yi call the princess by her baby name so tenderly, Chuchu, ouch..."
After leaving the house, Luo Yunchu turned left and went to the snack shop to buy candied fruits. He heard two girls chatting idlely.
"Hey, have you heard? King Yi is getting married. Rong Xiang, the legitimate daughter of the Dali Temple Minister, is making trouble in the house every day, asking her father to ask the emperor for a marriage and insisting on marrying King Yi as a concubine."
"Tsk, tsk, I have to say that King Yi is really a talented person. His appearance and demeanor are something that people will never forget after just one glance." The speaker looked full of aftertaste. I'm also making trouble with the official's father."
"Yes, His Highness King Yi is so coveted, but it's a pity that women like us can't meet him casually."
Luo Yunchu thought about the word "unfortunately" in his mind, and suddenly he had a good idea to make money.
After she returned home happily, Long Fei came to Wanxing Pavilion to report everything that happened after she left the house.
Xiao Beichen knew that his appearance was outstanding. He didn't want to be petty when he heard ordinary people commenting on the prince's appearance. He was just curious about what Luo Yunchu would think.
"How did the princess react?"
"Reporting to the prince, the princess returned home happily and elegantly. She may be proud that she can marry a man like you, my master, who attracts so much attention."
If someone else had said this, it would have been a bit slick, but with Long Fei's serious temper, he said it as if he was stating a fact.
"From now on when the princess leaves the palace, you only need to protect her safety secretly. Her safety is the most important. There is no need to report these things to the king in the future. Also, don't follow her too close. She is very alert." After speaking, Xiao Beichen waved his hand. He retreated to Long Fei.
In the next few days, Luo Yunchu pinched a purple hair pen and followed Xiao Beichen wherever he went.
She soaked up the ink and painted him, painting him practicing martial arts, painting him watching the clouds, painting him at work, painting him with a slight smile on his lips, painting him with anger or anger, the brush strokes are extremely vivid, and the aura is fully revealed.
Xiao Beichen stretched out his slender fingers and pinched a corner of the rice paper. He lowered his head and looked at Luo Yunchu's paintings, which seemed more comfortable than eating tomato pot. "The brushstrokes convey emotion, and the paintings are good! But why do you paint these?"
Luo Yunchu's cheeks suddenly felt hot. Could it be that he wanted to sell his portrait to a girl in the capital who admired him to earn some money?
No, no, no, absolutely not!
She swallowed, weighed it a bit and said lightly, "My mother forced me to learn painting when I was little."
Luo Yunchu used his hand as a fan to fan away the heat on his face, but when he saw that she was shy in Xiao Beichen's eyes, he understood her hidden desire.
Seeing Xiao Beichen hesitate to speak, she lightly opened her red lips and said, "This painting is for you."
Xiao Beichen curled his thin lips and stretched out his hand to take the drawing paper. On it, he was dressed in white and covered with snow, his figure was elegant, and with a few strokes, he looked like an immortal.
Luo Yunchu was heartbroken to offer this painting for so much less, but she thought she was not someone who took advantage of others, so she couldn't ask someone to be a model for nothing.
What's more, with Xiao Beichen's moody temper, more troubles are worse than less troubles. She spoke softly and looked at him guiltily, "I'll go back if nothing happens."
Xiao Beichen raised his eyebrows and said happily, "Okay."
…
Two days later, at Wanxing Pavilion, Long Fei had some hesitation in his eyes, as if he had something important to report to Xiao Beichen but couldn't say it.
"But it doesn't matter." Xiao Beichen glanced at him and said calmly, but Long Fei's next words made Xiao Beichen no longer calm, and could even be said to be furious.
