Feng Anping and Gu Ziyan arrived at Hehua Hutong. After the two of them talked in the study for a while, a servant came to deliver the meal.

If Feng Anping could have a few drinks with great enthusiasm on weekdays, he would be worried today.

"What's wrong? My cousin is a little unhappy. Could it be that he is worried about joining the company tomorrow?" Gu Ziyan smiled, "If you don't go to the prince's mansion and talk to the princess."

Feng Anping quickly waved his hand: "The Crown Princess wants to take care of the mansion, and he still needs..." He coughed and almost told the people in the crowd.

"I'm fine," Feng Anping quickly changed his words, "Master told me a lot. I just went to Dali Temple and didn't know how to hold an important position. Just learn slowly."

A few more dishes were delivered to the kitchen while talking.

Gu Ziyan said, "Cousin, try it. This is the sauce made by the cook whom my third sister has been looking for."

When Feng Anping heard this, he quickly picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of sauce meat. The sauce meat was cooked just right and tasted very delicious.

Feng Anping couldn't help but say, "Miss Third is so amazing."

As he said that, he lowered his head slightly. He had told Miss Gu San in Anjiyuan that the curfew will be deposed in the capital, allowing the people to walk around the yard, and it would be good to open a wine shop to buy some food. He has been paying attention to the sauce meat from Shanxi to Beijing. He also made a few recipes for cooking meat by himself. He could tell the depth at a try. This sauce meat would definitely be sold at a good price.

He also told Miss Gu San the recipe for the sauce meat that he had been thinking about for many years. Now this plate of sauce meat has more or less tasted the taste of his recipe.

Miss Gu San may think that he likes to eat sauce meat, but heard that he would make a plate of meat when he came to visit. But what he really means is... After getting married in the future, he may be able to sell sauce meat for the family expenses. The capital is not much, but he can make some profits.

What he said was too obscure, and Miss Gu San probably didn't understand.

Feng Anping had the impulse to find Miss Gu San to explain clearly, but now he has not even saved enough money to buy a shop.

Seeing that Feng Anping stopped talking, Gu Ziyan continued, "My three sisters have been clever since childhood."

Feng Anping nodded.

After the two of them had dinner, Feng Anping stood up and said goodbye. Gu Ziyan looked at Feng Anping's back and touched his jaw. I wonder if he had said it well. The braised pork sent by the third sister also showed his thoughts. Cousin Feng can always understand it, right?

If Cousin Feng did not move like this, he would persuade his third sister to marry the polite.

Feng Anping returned to the yard in a daze, changed out of his clothes and walked into the study room in a daze.

The old servant of the Feng family brought a cup of tea: "My uncle has worked hard in the yamen these days, so I'll settle it soon tonight!"

Feng Anping did not respond, turned around and went into the room to take out a wooden box, which contained the money he had saved for many years. He poured out the silver and counted it.

Feng Anping said: "Go to West Street tomorrow to buy that small shop."

The old servant was stunned: "Master, aren't you going to save money to buy that big shop?"

Feng Anping held the wooden box and couldn't wait. He was afraid that there would be more dreams at night. Although the small shop looked a little shabby and it was nothing to put it in the Lotus Alley, it was also his plan.

After preparing these, he went to Hehua Hutong to propose marriage.

Feng Anping got busy. He went to the yamen during the day and went to the small shop in Xishi to mix braised ingredients at night. His small shop's business was better every day.

Smelling the fragrant smell of brine, Feng Anping felt a little more at ease.

"You are still cooking meat here!"

The voice of the ninth day of the lunar month sounded.

Feng Anping quickly raised his head: "Qujiu, why are you here?"

Looking at Feng Anping who rolled up his sleeves to work, Chu Jiu couldn't help but shake his head, asking him to say what catfish spirit is good. He is quite big, but he doesn't have much brain, which is far from him.

The catfish spirit shouldn’t have thought of using this braised material to attract Miss Gu San over? Although the braised material is quite fragrant, Chujiu couldn’t help swallowing and unknowingly ate a lot of braised meat with a catfish spirit. When he smelled the fragrance, his stomach couldn’t help but scream, and his feet were so heavy that he didn’t want to leave.

For Feng Anping bribed him for so long, Chujiu was preparing to help: "I heard that someone went to the Gu family to marry Miss Gu San."

Feng Anping was stunned.

Look, Chu Jiu's eyes flashed, and he knew that Feng Anping would have this expression. Alas, it was really not easy for him. He just finished organizing the marriage of the prince, and he had to worry about Feng Anping again.

Maybe this is how much wise people work hard.

Chujiu said: "You have a rest today. Do you want to go to Hehua Hutong to have a look?"

Hearing this, Feng Anping came to his senses and stood up in panic and walked out.

"You're going to Hehua Hutong like this?" Chujiu followed behind.

Feng Anping couldn't help looking at his body when he heard this. He had nothing and rashly entered the door and interrupted someone else's proposal. Will the Gu family break their legs? Just as the master said, something might happen if he was impulsive.

But he didn't care about this anymore. It really made people marry Miss Gu San away, and he would regret it for the rest of his life.

Feng Anping walked back to his residence quickly, found a clean robe to put it on, picked up his only box and walked towards Hehua Hutong.

There were indeed two carriages parked outside the Hehua Hutong. Feng Anping stepped into the Gu family's gate without thinking too much.

"Uncle Feng's family," the manager came forward to say hello, "You are..."

Feng Anping tightened the box: "I want to ask to see the master, madam."

The manager didn't know what Feng Anping meant, so he subconsciously looked at the main hall: "There are guests at home, let me report first."

Feng Anping can't wait any longer. If someone takes the lead, what can I do: "I'll go with you!"

"Uncle, Uncle Feng..."

The two of them chased each other and rushed into the main hall.

Feng Anping walked to the door of the house and saw a few people sitting inside, but these people were different from what Feng Anping expected.

Feng Anping's eyes flashed across the faces of the old man, the old lady, Gu Chongwen and his wife, and then fell on the faces of Huaiyuanhou and Mrs. Lin.

The main hall is full of family members.

Mrs. Lin smiled and said, "Anping, what's wrong with you hurriedly entering the door? Why are you still holding a box in your arms?"

Feng Anping walked forward with a tough bullet, either because Chujiu had found out wrong or was lying to him, but this didn't matter anymore.

Feng Anping bowed to everyone and saluted: "I am here today to ask Uncle Wen and Aunt to marry Minglan."

Mrs. Lin had expected that when they saw someone proposing marriage, they were all worried about Anping. But the child was too persistent and she was worried that Anping would miss the good marriage. Now that it was finally getting better, the child still told him.

Mr. Gu was half drunk in the morning. Hearing this, he squinted his eyes and looked at Feng Anping: "Who do you want to marry?"

Feng Anping said: "I'm talking about Ming Lan."

"Minglan," Old Master Gu nodded, and his mind was confused again, "Where are you? Who are you?"

Feng Anping said: "My younger generation Feng Anping is now in Dali Temple."

Mr. Gu smacked his lips: "I know this. The official position of the sixth rank is not bad, it is better than my grandson. However, if my grandson has the opportunity to enter the cabinet in the future, you will not be able to get to this point."

Old Mrs. Gu looked at the old man with complaint. The old man's confusion was getting worse and worse. Now, except for his official position, he didn't know anything else.

Gu Chongwen's eyes fell on the box held by Feng Anping: "What is the box in your box?"

Feng Anping stepped forward and presented it to Gu Chongwen in a regular manner: "This is what I have accumulated over the years. There is a house, dozens of acres of fertile land, and a braised meat shop that has just been opened."

There are not many things in the box, but they are full of sincerity.

The room was quiet, Gu Chongwen was thinking, and Feng Anping clenched his hands and waited for the result.

"It's good to put braised pork in wine, did you bring it?" Old Master Gu suddenly muttered.

Feng Anping swallowed: "I'm in a hurry to come, I forgot..."

Old Master Gu solemnly reminded: "Give it next time."

Feng Anping nodded.

"My father agreed, what else can I say," Gu Chongwen smiled, "Does there any other elders in your family who can make the decision?"

Before Feng Anping could speak, Mrs. Lin said, "There are no one else in the Feng family, and we are there. I will help you with the Marquis to handle Anping's marriage."

Feng Anping looked at Gu Chongyi and Mrs. Lin in a daze, his nose couldn't help but feel sore, and his eyes were blurred. He bowed and bowed again.

"What are you doing?" Old Master Gu became confused again, "Who is he?"

Gu Chongwen said: "It was Anping who came to marry Minglan, your future grandson-in-law."

"Grandson-in-law," said Mr. Gu, "Come on, let me take a closer look."

Feng Anping stepped forward step by step.

Old Master Gu looked at it for a while and finally said, "There is a future."

Everyone smiled again.

Feng Anping took a few steps back and was about to sit on the chair when he turned around and saw Gu Ziyan and Gu Minglan walking over.

Gu Minglan's cheeks were slightly red, and her expression was a little shy and joyful. Feng Anping was stunned for a moment, as if only the two of them were left in the world.

...

Chujiu was listening to the news outside Hehua Hutong. After a while, Gu Ziyan came in person and said, "It's all right, let the princess rest assured!"

Chu Jiu nodded and went back to report that the catfish spirit has finally gotten married. Who is the next turn to be? Who is his think tank worried about?

Chujiu vaguely thought of an important thing.
Chapter completed!