The March day was still a little chilly, but Saturday Lang raised his hand and fanned himself in front of him, as if to dispel the heat from his body.
"You mean, you don't know yet?" he asked.
The girls who were waiting in the corridor and Qin Langjun's personal servant all moved away and stood far away.
The two of them were still sitting on the left and right sides of the corridor.
"If I had known, I, I...this thing would never have happened at all." Qin Langjun said with a bitter smile, "My mother, I really can't do anything with her."
I didn't know before that I would boil the strange prescriptions I asked for into ashes of water, find various excuses to give him soup to coax him to drink, or secretly place house-building items in his house that I didn't know where to get.
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Of course, these are things that his mother would do before he was ten years old, and she would also fight with him when doing these things.
After the age of ten, either because he knew that his son was too old to be fooled, or because he had given up on not being fooled anymore, these strange things disappeared.
But he didn't expect that after so many years of silence, his mother would suddenly show up to him again.
During the argument that day, Cheng Jiaoniang promised that she could cure her leg problem. Qin Langjun knew that he couldn't hide it from his mother, and he had no intention of hiding it. He just waited for his mother to ask him questions in a roundabout way like before, or to ask Cheng Jiaoniang in a roundabout way.
At that time, I talked to my mother again, but I didn't expect that my mother would be so straightforward this time. She didn't even ask or investigate, but just let someone into the house.
In my mother's eyes, bringing this person back and putting it in her house would be more useful than the previous stone statues.
"I was negligent. I thought my mother had finally let go of her obsession after all these years, but I didn't expect..." He shook his head and smiled.
So that's it. Zhou Lang breathed a sigh of relief, but then he was stunned again. Why should he breathe a sigh of relief?
"Who can let go of this kind of thing?" He said in a low voice, while gritting his teeth, "This Jiangzhou fool!"
Qin Langjun smiled.
"I won't delay you anymore. I have to resolve this matter quickly, otherwise I won't be able to talk to you anymore." He said, standing up and then stopping, "I should explain it to Mrs. Cheng first. You go
Let me know."
After he finished speaking, he saw that Liu Lang's expression became strange again.
"She no longer lives at home." Zhou Lang said.
"Are you angry because of this?" Qin Langjun asked in surprise, "Ms. Cheng, doesn't she look like the kind of person who gets angry easily?"
Liu Lang didn't speak, his head lowered and his expression gloomy.
Qin Langjun's eyes turned to his face.
"Rokuro, you just said that I didn't have to do this. You just have to do this. Have you already done it?" He asked.
Zhou Lang's face turned red instantly.
"Yes, that's right." He said in a low voice with a bit of embarrassment about being exposed, "She moving out has nothing to do with you."
Qin Langjun couldn't help laughing when he looked at him.
"You guy, you actually thought of committing yourself to me. How did you think of it?" He smiled and sat down again. "Could it be that you have already fallen in love with her?"
This sentence was like stepping on Liu Lang's tail, and the boy jumped up.
"I didn't, I didn't, I did it for you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't pay attention to her!" He shouted with a red face and round eyes.
Qin Langjun looked at him with a smile.
"No, it's best." He said suddenly, his smile faded, with a bit of solemnity, or maybe a bit of pity.
"No, it's best."
He repeated it again.
Before reaching Taiping Residence, the maid could not help but lift the curtain and let out a sigh.
"Why are there so many people?" she said.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked through the curtain and saw a dozen or so people gathered in front of a restaurant not far away, making noisy noises.
"Is everything going to be okay?" the maid turned around nervously and said.
"No." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
At this time, their carriages and horses had turned around, and they could clearly see the crowd in front of the door. Most of them were men in blue clothes and cloth shirts, ranging in age, but without exception, they exuded an elegant atmosphere, and many of them even had pens and papers in their hands.
Besides...
"Brothers haven't come out yet," Cheng Jiaoniang said.
If someone really makes trouble, Xu Maoxiu and others will definitely guard the door, but at this time, not even the old shopkeeper showed up in front of the door.
The carriage approached, the maid helped Cheng Jiaoniang out of the carriage, and the people in front of the door also looked over.
"Make way, don't block other people's business." Someone shouted.
They were really not causing trouble. The maid helped Cheng Jiaoniang and walked straight over, looking at these people curiously.
The store was empty, and the old shopkeeper was fiddling with his calculations behind the counter.
"What do you do outside?" the maid asked curiously.
"My lady is here." The old shopkeeper greeted her with a smile, and then looked outside with a strange look on her face, "I'm here to read the calligraphy."
Reading words?
The maid looked back and looked outside, suddenly enlightened.
She had even forgotten that Chen Shiba Niang had said that those words written in "Qi Ting Temple" are now famous all over Kyoto.
The plaque on this door was written by the lady herself, so it was not easy to recognize.
Someone comes in outside the door.
"Shopkeeper, can you put the food outside?" the two men asked.
Put it outside?
The old shopkeeper laughed.
"Okay, okay." He said, shouting to the back, "Come a few people and set the table."
Walking outward.
"I'll see how to arrange it appropriately."
Hearing that he agreed, the crowd outside became even more lively.
"Shopkeeper, it's a pity that your plaque is hanging outside."
"Yes, yes, it's windy and rainy, how can I bear this!"
"Should be hung indoors!"
Everyone was shouting, but the old shopkeeper just laughed and directed Xu Maoxiu and other seven people who came over to move the table and lay out the cushions.
A dozen scholars were sitting on the ground in the open air outside, laughing and making a lot of noise, attracting curious glances from people passing by on the official road.
It was not enough for the fourth child to order food by himself. Except for the horse watcher, several brothers were busy.
"Madam, this word has become a sign." The maid smiled and looked away.
"I've never heard of restaurants using Chinese characters on their signboards." Cheng Jiaoniang shook her head and said.
The maid sat down next to her with a smile. There were only two of them in the hall, so there was no need to avoid going to the second floor.
"These scholars actually want to eat outside. It's a pity that the weather is warm. How can they eat it if they are left in the snow in winter?" Xu Bangchui came in and said.
"That's better. Sitting around in the snow, drinking wine and appreciating Chinese calligraphy, and then having a pot of water to make offerings. That's the most beautiful thing in the world." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
"What is the Buxia Gong?" Xu Bangchui asked.
"It's just a passing god." The maid snorted.
"Passing through fairy?"
Someone interjected.
The maid turned around and saw several scholars who couldn't wait and simply came in to move the table cushions.
"Do you also know about the passing deities?" they asked, beaming with joy, "The passing deities in this fairy house are really delicious. I wish I could eat them every day, but it's a pity that I don't have enough money."
The maid snorted.
"Who knows how to make delicious food?" she muttered.
"Who doesn't know how to do it?" Someone listened carefully and looked at the old shopkeeper, "Can you order some passing fairy here?"
The old shopkeeper looked at Cheng Jiaoniang, who shook her head slightly at him.
"No." He smiled and shook his head.
The scholars laughed and didn't take it seriously.
"Let's just say, the characteristics of Shenxianju and the delicacies given by the gods can be found in everyone everywhere." They joked and carried the table and cushions out.
The hall became quiet again, but the maid sat angrily.
"Madam," she said, "It's too bullying to be like this. It's obviously yours, but they shamelessly took it for themselves, and it was only after you made it clear, otherwise they should have asked for their money at that time.
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"That's not mine, how can I make a profit from it?" Cheng Jiaoniang said, holding a few cases in her hands and saying with a slight smile.
The lady said this again!
After all, my wife is a girl's family, soft-hearted and avoids trouble.
The maidservant was indignant.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked out the window.
"Although eating outdoors in spring is not as interesting as eating in the snow in winter, it's not bad." She suddenly said, "Ban Qin, let's eat outside too."
The maid was startled for a moment, but immediately answered yes.
Seeing this woman coming outside, the scholars took a second look and didn't think it was strange.
Nowadays, the atmosphere is open, and many women from good families go out on the streets. It is common for women to go out to enjoy flowers, visit relatives and friends, or participate in poetry gatherings.
In addition, the literary style prevailed among wealthy families, and many women took pride in reading, writing poetry, and writing. There were several women in Beijing who were famous for their poetry, calligraphy, and painting.
Moreover, there were many women who came to watch the five-character stop temple. At this time, there were two new characters here, so it was normal for these women to come out to watch.
But soon the woman's actions caught everyone's attention.
"Yes, that's enough. It's very simple to replace the silver plate that you use daily with charcoal fire on it, with a shallow pot..." the maid said, and asked the man who was acting as a waiter to place a pot on the table.
Under the pot is a porcelain holder with an open charcoal fire burning.
"Would you like some more tofu, spinach, and cabbage? What kind of meat is there?" the maid asked again.
"There are chicken, duck, mutton, and donkey meat..." the man said, with a serious expression as he treated all the guests.
"Then let's bring an old duck." The maid asked Cheng Jiaoniang and then said.
The man announced loudly and went in.
As the dishes ordered by the maid were delivered one by one, more and more scholars turned their attention away from the words.
"What is she eating?"
"It looks like..."
The low murmurs grew louder and louder, reaching a roar when the maid put the cut chicken into the pot.
"It's a passing god!"
"That's right, although it doesn't quite look like it, it does have the flavor of a passing fairy!"
"Is there actually a passing deity here?"
Suddenly, a bunch of voices calling the store owner rang out from the scene.
Several men who were a little confused by the shouting ran over and asked repeatedly what they wanted.
"We also want a passing fairy." Several scholars said.
The fourth child was stunned.
"A passing deity? A passing deity from the Immortal Residence?" he asked.
The scholars nodded eagerly.
"We live in Taiping, there are no passing gods, and we don't know how to do it." Lao Si smiled honestly and said a little apologetically.
The scholars were stunned.
"Then what is she eating?" They pointed to Cheng Jiaoniang, who was sitting alone outside the crowd under the cover of wine.
Under the locust tree that has not yet turned green, a hooded woman is sitting on the ground. Next to her is a pretty maidservant. A table with a pot of steaming food looks like a picture of an outdoor meal.
It's amazing to be able to have such a flavor when eating.
"That, that lady ordered it herself, we don't know what it is." said the fourth child.
Did you order it yourself?
The scholars looked surprised and hesitated for a moment, then a few bold enough to resist the temptation of delicious food went over to ask.
"May I ask, Madam, is this a passing deity from the Immortal Residence?"
The maid looked at them with some disdain.
"What a passing god, our wife is in a hurry and can't wait for them to cook, so she cooks the food herself and eats it." She said, "It's just a pot and a fire, add some bone soup, throw the vegetables and meat in and cook it.
Just cook it, it saves trouble. If you eat rough and lazy food, you won't be able to get on the table, and the gentlemen will laugh at you."
After she said that, she took a handful of spinach from the table, tore it off casually with both hands, and threw it into the pot.
The white soup is boiling, green vegetables, white meat and tofu are tossed on top from time to time, and the aroma is overflowing.
So simple?
"Shopkeeper, bring us a pot too."
"I also want some food..."
The old shopkeeper stood outside the door, watching more and more people asking for this, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"Gentlemen, the food you ordered is non-refundable. We will lose money just for this." He said, then looked at Cheng Jiaoniang over there, "Madam, you have ruined our business."
A handful of vegetables, a duck, a plate of raw tofu, and a pot of soup, all without labor, are naturally not as expensive as the cooked dishes.
The scholars present all laughed.
"That's natural, the food you ordered will not be returned." They laughed.
The old shopkeeper was happy after hearing this.
"In that case, this pot of soup and several vegetables only cost a small amount, so I will give it to the gentlemen for free. I only charge a chicken or duck, and the purchase price is based on the raw price." He smiled.
The scholars cheered loudly, there were good calligraphy, and new and interesting dishes. The most important thing was that it didn't cost any money. It was just a leisurely time. After a few bowls of wine were poured into their stomachs, the scholars began to recite poems and write poems, and some even took off the bow and arrow kits they carried.
Take advantage of the opportunity to shoot willow trees.
The bustle in front of Taiping Residence is like an academy.
The maid looked away and looked at Cheng Jiaoniang with a smile on her face.
"Oh, madam..." she said meaningfully.
By doing this, I tasted the beauty of it and knew that it was so easy to do, especially for those scholars who like elegance. It will soon become popular and spread from ten to ten, and I am afraid that the business of Shenxianju in Beijing will be destroyed.
It was somewhat affected.
It turns out that the lady is not a soft-hearted woman who avoids trouble.
Originally, it would have been fine if he was a loyal person, but this Dou Qi not only dared to take it for himself without any guilt, but also used his backers to warn and bully him. Isn't he asking for trouble?
As a lady, she doesn't have to be upset, but once she gets upset...
Look at how the stubborn and domineering Liulang of the Zhou family is doing now. He is probably suffering day and night without sleep.
"Madam, that's it." The maid giggled and poured a bowl of water for her, "Madam, you are smart."
"What am I so good at?" Cheng Jiaoniang said with a dull expression.
"Madam, you haven't told me yet, and I already know it." The maid said angrily.
Cheng Jiaoniang put one hand on her sleeve and picked up a piece of tofu from the pot.
"What did I say? Didn't you know earlier?" She said calmly, "I told you before, it's not mine, how can I profit from it."
It's not hers, nor anyone else's. If she doesn't profit from it, others can't either. Didn't she say it long ago? Didn't everyone pay attention or remember it?
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Two chapters combined into one, don’t wait until there is no update in the afternoon. (To be continued)
