The owner of Hu Ji mutton soup restaurant is an old man in his fifties, with his face full of ravines and his hands covered with calluses.

The clothes were clean and tidy, not even a trace of greasy, and it was obvious that they had just changed into new clothes.

Two men, one big and one small, stood beside Old Man Hu.

The older one is his son and the younger one is his grandson.

It is obvious that His Highness Yan's visit to his mutton soup restaurant was flattered.

The tables, chairs, and benches are polished brightly, and they may defile the noble people's clothes.

The bowls and chopsticks are brand new and have been arranged.

It seems that the preparations are done well.

Zhu Xiaosi must have notified him in advance, otherwise he would not have been ready so early in the morning.

Old Man Hu bowed with a spring breeze: "His Royal Highness Yan came to the humble house, and it was so bright. The mutton soup you ordered was stewed last night, and it has been stewed until now, so as to ensure that you and the guests can satisfy their food."

Zhu Xiaosi nodded and threw a silver ingot of ten taels to Mr. Hu: "Thank you for your hard work, my brother is very clever, and ordinary delicacies cannot catch his eye.

Only your mutton soup may make him stop, so bring it up quickly!”

Old Man Hu looked at the silver ingot in his hand and was so happy: "Dele, Your Highness, King Yan, you can sit for a while, that's fine."

After saying that, he looked back at his son and grandson: "Why are you still standing there? Come on to the nobles!"

My son looks about thirties, and my grandson is eleven or twelve years old.

The two of them also wore new clothes, especially the grandson seemed to have bathed, and the fragrance of soap horns was exuding.

The two of them did not dare to neglect and turned around to get apart. The mutton soup, which was not very hot, was brought up.

As the mutton soup comes, there are also a few refreshing cold dishes, big cakes, coriander, green onions, and especially the rare thing is that there is red chili oil.

Unexpectedly, all the peppers that Zheng Changsheng had made himself had been transferred to the stuffed place here.

After mixing it, Zheng Changsheng picked up the spoon and scooped it into his mouth.

"Yeah! Not bad!" Zheng Changsheng praised.

When Zhu Xiaosi heard Zheng Changsheng praise, he smiled: "Old Hu's ancestor was the imperial chef in the Yuan Dynasty palace, and he was specially responsible for cooking mutton for the Mongolian emperor.

This craft was not lost, and was inherited by Lao Hu.

I was originally going to ask Lao Hu to come to my mansion, but I was afraid that the clerk Hu Ju in the court would not do that.

But I have to come to their house to taste it every once in a while.”

Zheng Changsheng looked up at Old Man Hu: "Your craftsmanship is indeed good. I have traveled many times, but I have never seen anyone cooked mutton like you.

This craft must be passed on, and it is a golden rice bowl for future generations."

Old Man Hu pursed his lips and smiled: "Thank you to the nobles, villains must follow their teachings. If nobles do not dislike villains, they might as well leave a pair of calligraphy and treasures to serve as plaques.

In the future, this little shop of villain will be passed down for a hundred years and a thousand years, but it will be the blessing of noble people!”

Zheng Changsheng looked at Zhu Xiaosi: "This guy actually has this kind of stupid guy."

Zheng Changsheng knew that it is essential for official receptions, especially civil servants, to give them gifts and then give them some money for money.

This is disguised bribery, just finding an excuse to make the ink-giver collect money more at ease.

Moreover, Zheng Changsheng dared to assert that this link must have been created by Fu Zhong, the chief of the Yan Prince's Mansion.

Although Zhu Xiaosi would not pay for himself, the gift of ink treasures also demonstrated his host's way of hospitality.

Who made this the general trend? All literati and elegant guests can take this trick?

Well, since it has been arranged, we can't give Zhu Xiaosi too much face.

Zheng Changsheng nodded: "As long as Mr. Hu doesn't dislike my crude skills, I will be ugly!"

Zhu Xiaosi was very happy and looked back at Fu Zhong: "Hurry, serve the pen, ink, paper and ink."

He was really prepared. Fu Zhong waved his hand and a guard brought a small box over.

There are all kinds of pen, ink, paper and inkstone inside.

Zheng Changsheng was not polite, and wrote the four big words "Hu Ji Lamb Soup" with iron hooks and silver marks.

He almost finished it in one go. After finishing the writing, he took out his hand seal, quipped it for a while, and used it to be considered a perfect result.

Old Man Hu and his children and grandchildren, and the three of them knelt down to Zheng Changsheng: "Thank you for your gift of ink, the villain has kowtowed you with his children and grandchildren!"

After saying that, he kowtowed.

Zheng Changsheng quickly helped them up.

This stylized operation made him feel a little uncomfortable from the bottom of his heart.

But seeing Zhu Xiaosi's look full of enthusiasm, he shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly: "Fourth brother, you are a little dissatisfied with your younger brother!

There is no need for such face-saving work among our brothers."

Zhu Xiaosi smiled and said, "This has been simplified a lot. OK, let's not talk about it. Eat while it's hot, it won't taste good if it's cold."

Zheng Changsheng sat down and started drinking mutton soup, but he felt uneasy.

Zhu Xiaosi changed, becoming more versatile and smooth, and gradually becoming more programmed.

It seems that he has done a lot of such receptions, and he has done them without showing any expression or showing any signs of water.

He was very moved that people always change. As they grow older, with their experiences, and with their inner desires, their original edges are gone, becoming more and more rounded, and more secular.

Maybe this is the real life!

And why is he different?

Especially since he was a human being, his experience and experience were very mature for two lives, he was no longer the boy he used to be...

They were drinking soup and eating big cakes, but the little guy Zhu Gaochi ate early and drank enough. He had a small appetite and didn't eat much.

What he was new to was leaving the mansion. He was stuck at home all day long and had no friends to play with him. When he suddenly left the mansion, he was like a bird out of a cage.

At this moment, he had already played with Old Man Hu's grandson.

Old Man Hu's grandson knew his identity, so he was cautious in serving the young master to play.

In the eyes of the little guy Zhu Gaochi, a puppet was simply amazing and couldn't be more magical. This was so fun.

Zhu Xiaosi didn't care about these things, but Zheng Changsheng was quite touched.

At this age, when a child is innocent and curious about everything in the world, if he is not well guided and brainwashed by those slandered masters all day long, the child will be ruined.

Zheng Changsheng thought about it and still wanted to say: "Fourth brother, how about Old Man Hu's grandson?"

Zhu Xiaosi took the last sip of mutton soup casually and burped: "It's good, what's wrong?"

"I think, Gao Chi is also short of a playmate. This child is also smart. How about recruiting him to be a companion in the mansion?"

Zhu Xiaosi wiped the grease on the corner of his mouth: "Oh? Since my brother has spoken, then this matter has been done.

However, it would be better if you could stay and teach Chi'er..."
Chapter completed!