After Chu Ci asked his servants to go back to get the porcelain, the feast began.
The porcelain was placed in a conspicuous place. Facing the agar-like white porcelain and the elegant blue and white, Zhuang Zisheng pretended to be humble and asked Chu Ci for advice from time to time.
What made Zhuang Zisheng unwilling was that Chu Ci always smiled and echoed, showing no sign of anger. It was as if his pride had hit cotton, which made him very uncomfortable.
Zhuang Zisheng was secretly surprised: "Has this kid changed his temper?"
Zhou Jiuzhang's steamed buns were quickly served, but he was dumbfounded when he saw them.
I saw three steamed buns placed on the wooden plate. The steamed buns were extremely beautifully made, no less than Yu Sheng's soup dumplings. What the hell was it that the steamed buns were broken open and filled with soup?
Zhou Jiuzhang doubtfully picked it up and took a bite, "Bah, bah, bah, what is this? Take it away, take it away."
The deliciousness of soup dumplings lies in the fact that the meat filling and the fresh soup coexist in the same room. Among the three, the soup comes first, the meat filling comes second, and the dough comes second.
The chef at Xunweizhai had never heard of soup dumplings. He just poured soup on the meat buns to make them taste better.
Shopkeeper Liu frowned and looked at Zhou Jiuzhang with some displeasure. In his opinion, Zhou Jiuzhang came to smash the Xunweizhai sign.
This is not because shopkeeper Liu is wronging Zhou Jiuzhang out of thin air. This guy actually has a criminal record.
After Zhou Jiuzhang tasted a delicacy at the City Lord's Mansion, he swaggered into Xunweizhai and asked for a delicacy that was white, tender and made from Shuan.
The name of Xunweizhai is Xunwei, which means to search for all the delicacies in the world. Of course, we are not willing to ruin our own brand.
It's just that more than a hundred cooks from various cities in Dongshan racked their brains, but they couldn't make the delicious food Zhou Jiuzhang wanted.
"Xunweizhai is nothing more than that." At that time, Zhou Jiuzhang walked away proudly, bragging to everyone he met that he had tasted delicacies in the City Lord's Mansion that were not available in Xunweizhai.
Now Zhou Jiuzhang is doing this again, no wonder Shopkeeper Liu is unhappy.
He sneered: "What can you do with steamed buns that are not served on the table? Could it be that the soup dumplings Mr. Zhou mentioned are stuffed with dragon meat?"
"No, it's made from pork." Zhou Jiuzhang gargled and said, "I don't blame you. After all, it's Xunweizhai, not Jueweizhai. It can't collect all the delicacies in the world."
He was proud, but said in a considerate tone: "I was too harsh on you."
Chu Ci kept winking at him, but Zhou Jiuzhang still said such offensive words. Chu Ci could only smile bitterly when he saw shopkeeper Liu's livid face.
Shopkeeper Liu has considerable influence in Yangzhou City, but he is suppressed by the city lord. It is better not to offend him as much as possible.
Fortunately, the servant went upstairs after taking the porcelain and changed the topic.
Zhuang Zisheng became happy and said to himself: "I want to see if you still care about your face."
But Chu Ci stopped again when opening the wooden box, "Brother Zhuang, are you sure you want to see it? I'm afraid you won't be able to see it."
Zhuang Zisheng smiled and said, "What Brother Chu likes, it's not that bad."
Chu Ci sighed: "Okay, then I will show my shame."
He opened the box neatly, and inside was bright red silk. After opening it, a porcelain bottle with glaze green and soft as jade was revealed.
"After the rain, the sky breaks through the blue clouds, and the plum blossoms turn sour and green, what do you think of this porcelain, brother Zhuang?" Chu Ci tried his best to hide his pride and pretended to be humble in asking for advice.
The smile on Zhuang Zisheng's face while watching the show has not yet disappeared, and the shadow has quickly climbed up his forehead.
Perhaps because he was worried that he was not strong enough, Chu Ci asked his servant to open the six boxes one by one and reveal all the porcelain he had received from Yu Sheng.
The white porcelain, enamel color, and blue and white porcelain far surpassed those of Zhuangzi's porcelain, which shocked the young master and shopkeeper Liu present.
Zhou Jiuzhang pretended to be dumbfounded and said, "Brother Zhuang, I don't understand porcelain. Can you tell me how these six porcelains are different from yours?"
Zhuang Zisheng now understood why Chu Ci was not angry just now. It turned out that Chu Ci was waiting for him here.
He glared at Cai Ming fiercely and said to himself that it was this guy who was causing me embarrassment.
He turned around and glanced enviously at the porcelain spread out. Then with a wave of his hand, the blue and white porcelain placed in front of him was shattered.
"Brother Chu's porcelain is far better than mine. I'm the one making a fool of myself." He said with a chuckle, as if what he was breaking was a worthless thing.
But Cai Ming blinked, somewhat reluctant to let go, and worried about Zhuang Zisheng's treatment of him, and couldn't help but hate Yu Sheng in his heart.
Needless to say, these porcelain must have been obtained from that boy.
Zhuang Zisheng also asked: "These porcelains are extremely valuable. I wonder how much Brother Chu paid to get them?"
"Those who are virtuous will live in treasures." Chu Ci returned the words intact, "I didn't buy them, I got them in exchange for them."
The gentlemen here have all raised Maomao at home and know how luxurious it is.
Zhuang Zisheng had a gloomy face, stopped talking about porcelain, and spoke less. For a while, the sumptuous banquet became a bit dull.
Zhou Jiuzhang meant to say something sarcastic, but his skills were not enough. Zhuang Zisheng kept his anger in his heart and put a smile on his face, making it impossible for him to break through the disguise on his face.
"Looks like I have to learn from that guy Yu Sheng." Zhou Jiuzhang secretly made up his mind.
The wine was no more than three rounds and the food was no more than five flavors. Chu Ci and the others stood up to say goodbye. When Zhuang Zisheng sent them downstairs, they saw a woman in palace attire and four maids in white coming over.
Everyone respectfully said, "Aunt Wang."
The woman in palace clothes nodded and said to Chu Ci: "I heard that Mr. Chu exchanged Maomao for six priceless porcelains?"
Chu Ci paused and smiled awkwardly: "Does Aunt Wang already know?"
The woman in palace clothes smiled and said: "Maomao went back to his house and complained to his mother."
Chu Ci immediately understood, "I am about to donate five of them to the city lord's palace."
The woman in palace clothes nodded, "You can teach me a child. If you sell someone else's child, how can you not say hello to his mother? What should you do if you are abused?"
"Yes, yes." Chu Ci nodded obediently and was about to give instructions when he heard Aunt Wang say again, "Keep the colored porcelain and let them take the others away."
Chu Ci could hardly stop laughing. Colored porcelain was the worst porcelain among them.
Zhuang Zisheng, who had always been pretending to smile, was now smiling so happily that he couldn't close his mouth.
"Once again, colored porcelain is better than your fragments." Zhou Jiuzhang teased him, making Zhuang Zisheng unable to laugh for a while.
Bu Ju glanced at Zhou Jiuzhang in surprise, "Okay, boy, I'm good at sarcasm."
Zhou Jiuzhang raised his eyebrows proudly.
After a few pleasantries, the woman in palace clothes led the guests away.
Chu Ci and the others walked slowly on the street, and Zhou Jiuzhang said: "I know that we will never be able to take advantage of Maomao's mother."
Bu Ju comforted the distressed Chu Ci, "Be patient, after all, it is someone else's son who is being sold, and it is not an exaggeration for his mother to take the lion's share."
At the same time, in the city lord's mansion.
A sword light turned into a human figure, and he pouted and said: "Master, this slave is a sword, not a mount. I am almost exhausted."
Standing next to the sword slave is a woman who is about twenty years old, wearing a white men's robe, with black hair reaching her waist, and a simple ponytail. She is full of heroic spirit and has an alluring appearance.
She straightened her wind-blown hair and said, "If you run fast, who won't you step on?"
"Why are you keeping that lazy donkey?" The sword slave complained, and suddenly his eyes lit up as he remembered something, "Master, that lazy donkey sold her son again."