"Here are the ribs, cut them for me, and give me five pounds of pork belly." Wei Zijun's attention was focused on the meat on the chopping board.
In fact, she only wanted a few ribs, but she couldn't ask people to remove the ribs. It didn't matter, she went back to get the ribs, and let the kitchen cook the rest for everyone.
"Okay." The butcher put down the sharpening stick and cut it according to her request. However, he did not cut the meat as quickly as he did for Adan before, but carefully, for fear of cutting it crookedly or too much or too little.
generally.
"Madam, twenty pounds together?" Qie asked after weighing them.
Wei Zijun nodded and looked at He Zexu: "Master, pay the money."
Oh oh oh, a boss made He Zexu, who was originally watching the butcher warily, as if he had drank a jar of sweet-scented osmanthus wine, making him feel dizzy with sweetness.
When he touched the purse, he took out the money and handed it over. Looking at the greasy and fat hands of the meat seller, he didn't even feel disgusted.
"Hey, the embroidery on this purse is quite special." The butcher's sharp eyes saw the pattern on the purse.
"Yes, my wife embroidered it." He Zexu responded with a smile.
Madam? The butcher looked in disbelief when she heard this.
But when I think about it, the lady just called the head of the family, that is King Ji of Anyu Kingdom, and King Ji’s wife is not the one in front of me!
But how could such a powerful Mrs. Gu embroider an old hen on her purse and give it to her husband, Prince Ji? This is a bit too much, even he, a butcher, thinks it is
What's the matter? Look at Prince Ji who is still very happy.
Should I tell my mother-in-law and ask her to embroider a pig’s purse for me?
"Here, sir, I'm looking for you." The butcher took the change and handed it back.
Looking at the broken silver in the fat and greasy palm, He Zexu's scalp felt numb and he wanted to say forget it and not give any change.
But thinking that Sanniang is still watching from the side, as the Lord of the Six Cities, she can do whatever she wants when buying things, and she can't pretend to be here.
Bite the bullet, he stretched out his fingers to pinch the change back, but did not put it into his purse. He simply held it in his hand and used it quickly when Sanniang bought other things.
He Zexu didn't know that his actions, reactions and expressions just now fell in Wei Zijun's eyes.
Wei Zijun really held back and didn't let himself laugh.
She knew that he didn't have a mysophobia, but even she couldn't bear the situation just now. But he could actually withstand it.
"By the way, madam, I have small intestines today, do you want more?" Wei Zijun was about to leave, but the stall owner suddenly remembered and asked.
When He Zexu heard this, he thought, what is it, a small intestine? Who wants that thing? He was just about to glare at the stall owner when he heard the man next to him say: "Okay."
When the stall owner turned around to rummage in the barrel, He Zexu stared at Wei Zijun.
"Go back and prepare delicious food for you." Wei Zijun told him with a smile.
How can something delicious be made from something so pickled as pig intestines? He Zexu couldn't think of anything.
However, this is outside, and it is not easy to say this in front of outsiders. I have to reach out my hand and want to use the greasy silver in my hand quickly.
The stall owner took out the bundled pig intestines and handed them to He Zexu, while shaking them with his other free hand: "Things that don't need money, are worthless, and my wife likes to give them to my wife."
He Zexu was very speechless and wanted to say, who wants you to give this thing? If you are really serious, you can give pig hearts or livers, but how can you give something like this that no one wants?
What do you think of your city lord? Can you respect her?
Looking at the small intestines tied with straw that were handed to him, He Zexu looked up at the stall owner doubting his life.
The chubby stall owner smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed: "My mother-in-law kept it very clean."
He Zexu wanted to say, no matter how clean it is, I won't pick it up. Are you such a blind person when doing business? There is an entourage behind you, didn't you see it?
The stall owner was also muttering in his heart, isn't it your prince who is showing affection to his wife? If I don't give it to you, is it possible for me to hand it to the wife? It's because your own subordinates are not honest, okay?
Next to him, Wei Zijun and several followers followed him, their shoulders shaking as they suppressed laughter.
"Leave it to me." Feng Wu couldn't bear it anymore. He held back his laughter and stepped forward to take the pig intestines from the stall owner.
That's almost enough. Why don't you wait for the master to go back and settle accounts with everyone, and give everyone some shoes?
The master would never do such a thing before, but the master now is no longer the same person as before.
"Thank you." After Wei Zijun said this, he took the arm of the man next to him who was on the verge of collapse and walked forward.
He tilted his head and looked at the held arm. He Zexu felt that he had come back to his senses. He couldn't care less about pig intestines, fat and annoying butcher stall owners.
"Will you come out with me to a place like this again?" Wei Zijun asked in a low voice.
"Come on." When He Zexu heard this, she knew that her reaction just now made her think more and she couldn't help but regret it.
At my age, it’s not like I hide in a mansion all day long. I haven’t seen all kinds of people or scary things in these years, but I’m actually afraid of a pair of pig intestines?
If you don’t dare to eat or don’t want to eat, can’t you just wait for Sanniang to cook it and find an excuse not to eat? What’s the matter?
Wei Zijun took him to buy candied dates again: "We like to eat sweet rice dumplings."
Oh, He Zexu nodded, keeping this information in mind.
It was noon after shopping here and there. Thinking that since I didn't tell the kitchen that I wouldn't go back to eat, I must have done their share, Wei Zijun said to go back to the Yamen to eat.
On the way back, He Zexu glanced at the people next to her from time to time. She had already become the Lord of the Six Cities, so she was considered a king. But why did she still think about others, like whether she could go back for lunch?
, and take it so seriously.
Even if they didn't inform the kitchen staff and said they wouldn't eat, it doesn't matter if the kitchen staff cooked their meals. They were already paid and the ingredients were not bought with their money. What could they say?
However, maybe, this is her way of doing things. Even though it is a trivial matter, she still takes it seriously, so she can steadily become the master of these six cities.
In the past, He Zexu also thought that there was a saying that was good and reasonable: Those who achieve great things do not stick to the minutiae. To put it bluntly, it means that those who can achieve great things do not stick to the minutiae of life.
But, now he doesn't think so.
Thinking of a passage he once disagreed with, details determine success or failure. Difficult things in the world must be done with ease. Great things in the world must be done with details.
Small things that seem inconspicuous and unimportant may be the key to the success or failure of big things.
After successfully enlightening the child's father, Wei Zijun was thinking about who instigated the killer to assassinate Xiao An as he walked. Anyway, no matter who it was, if he dared to touch her family and children, that would not be allowed...
