MTL - Wei and Jin Cooks-Chapter 787 table sharing

  Chapter 787 Table Combination

Early the next morning, Zhao Hanzhang asked Ting He to deliver the letter first, and then went to have breakfast with her hands behind her back. When she passed Zhao Ji's yard, she turned around and was about to enter the door. Thinking of the letter she wrote last night, she paused for a moment.

  She controlled herself in her heart, and finally left regretfully.

   Forget it, I won’t irritate him today, let him recuperate well, she is a broad-minded person.

   While eating, Fan Ying came over and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, Zheng Mingzhu was sent out of the city at dawn this morning. The Tan family and the Zheng family were sent out of the city yesterday, and they have probably already left the area of ​​Yuncheng."

  Zhao Hanzhang nodded slightly, and said in a low voice: "In the past two days, you should pay attention to it. If there are any people who come to defect, they will be captured after investigation. Don't be afraid of Gou Xi's power."

"yes!"

   After breakfast, Zhao Hanzhang went to the guest house. Mingyu and the officials she brought were already waiting. Today she will receive etiquette training from the officials of the Ministry of Rites with them.

Zhao Hanzhang decided to bring all the people who could be brought with him when the emperor sacrificed to heaven, but most of the officials here were like her. The general etiquette was fine, but the etiquette of offering sacrifices to heaven was not as good. I have learned one after another.

  However, in order not to embarrass them, Zhao Zhongyu specially recruited officials from the Ministry of Rites for them to make a final confirmation.

   If he won’t go tomorrow, it’s one thing for him to come to Yuncheng, but it’s better not to appear openly to irritate Gou Xi.

   They still have to respect the current number one minister of the Jin Dynasty.

   Zhao Hanzhang and his subordinates spent two hours learning the benefits. After the officials from the Ministry of Rites confirmed that they had not neglected, Zhao Hanzhang let out a breath and walked out with his stiff and sore neck.

   Ting He quickly chased after her, "Girl, the clothes and accessories to be worn tomorrow..."

   "Didn't you try it in Chen County?" Zhao Hanzhang quickened his pace.

   "But I see that you have lost some weight in the past few days. I'm afraid that the waist needs to be changed, and accessories, you only bring a piece of jade, which is too little..."

Zhao Hanzhang quickened her pace. She actually likes to try on new clothes, but after trying on a set of clothes more than ten times, she got tired of it no matter how good it looks. If you notice me, don’t you just lose a little weight, you can’t see it.”

  Zhao Hanzhang walked faster and faster, "I'll go out to find something to eat first, and I'll talk about it when I come back in the afternoon if I have anything to do."

   Ting He could only stomp her feet, so she couldn't help but look at Fan Ying, hoping she could help persuade her, who knew that Fan Ying also trotted out, "Me, I'll go find something to eat too."

  She was one of the subordinate officials who were taken to participate for a few days. If Zhao Hanzhang wanted to try on the dress, would she have to try it again?

  Help, she doesn't want to try on dresses anymore.

  It doesn’t matter if their official uniforms are inappropriate at ordinary times. These subordinate officials wear official uniforms when they participate in offering sacrifices to heaven. Why does this set have to be revised again and again?

  Both of them ran away, and the rest of the subordinates naturally dispersed, Ting He couldn't help but go to see Mr. Ming.

  Ming Yu smiled at her, and encouraged her: "Ms. He is thoughtful. When the governor comes back in the afternoon, if you ask again, she will always be willing to try."

   Then he got up and left, took two steps, and then turned around to pick up the plate of dim sum on his low table and took it away.

   Ting He: …

  Zhao Hanzhang went out with two personal guards. She wanted to go to the restaurant to eat, but when she saw a new stall diagonally opposite the restaurant, there were quite a lot of people eating, so she couldn't help but stop and observe.

  Seeing that the stall owner moved neatly, he kept stirring the noodles in the basin, and then slipped them into the soup spoon by spoon. After a while, the noodles rose and the soup became thicker.

   Zhao Hanzhang smelled it and found it very fragrant, and the stall was clean, so he brought his guards forward and found a seat to sit down, "Master, here are three bowls of pimple soup."

   "Okay!" The stall owner responded and immediately cooked three bowls for them.

   Coincidentally, the three of them were the last to order food, so after finishing the three bowls, the stall owner was free, adding water to cook the soup from time to time, and leaning aside to watch them eat.

   Behind the booth, a woman was washing dishes.

  Zhao Hanzhang took a sip of the soup first, and the fragrance of the broth and noodle soup went into her throat together. The noodles were very slippery and slipped directly into her mouth. Zhao Hanzhang chewed and was very happy, "This is sheep bone soup."

   Seeing that she knew the goods, the stall owner immediately approached her and said with a smile, "That's right, we boiled it in the middle of the night, and the soup tastes good. It costs money to eat this soup outside."

   Zhao Hanzhang looked at his position, pointed to the wall behind him and asked, "Whose house is this? They also allow you to set up a stall here?"

   "We rent it, as long as it doesn't block the door of his house. You see, from there to here, it is all surrounded by walls. We only rent this, and it costs eighty yuan a month."

  Although it was rented out, the stall owner still felt that it was expensive, so he complained: "We only have five yuan for a bowl of noodles, how many yuan do we have to sell to earn back..."

  Zhao Hanzhang smiled and asked: "Then why do you still choose to set up a stall here?"

  The stall owner was a little happier, and said proudly: "Have you seen the restaurant diagonally opposite?"

  Zhao Hanzhang nodded.

"That's the best restaurant in our Yuncheng. It belongs to the Jiang family. The emperor wants to sacrifice to heaven. There are so many people coming to Beijing recently. Those dignitaries and dignitaries come to this restaurant to eat." The stall owner said: "But expensive People can spend a lot of money to eat, but their attendants can’t afford the same money, right? You can’t go hungry, you have to find food outside, so I’m here to support the stall.”

  He said proudly: "Although I only came here for half a day, I sold more than 60 bowls in just this half day."

  When Zhao Hanzhang heard this, he burst out laughing, and congratulated: "Only one day's work has earned one month's rent back."

"No, it's just that the landlord is too stingy. I just want to rent for half a month and pay by the day, but he doesn't want to rent. He must rent for a full month. Alas, how can those generals and governors stay here for a month? , I will only do this business for a few days.”

  Zhao Hanzhang asked, "Isn't it usually done? There will always be dignitaries from Yuncheng who bring their entourage to the restaurant for dinner."

"Oh, I don't usually dare to set up a stall on the street like this," the stall owner said in a low voice, "If you are met by the little general, or when he is in a bad mood, I'm afraid you will be accused of affecting the appearance of the capital. It’s not easy to be beaten with a board at the time, and I’m afraid of being caught in prison, even if I don’t die, the house will be ruined.”

  Zhao Hanzhang smiled slightly, and lowered his voice, "But I see that there are quite a few stalls on the street now..."

"Forget about other streets, the little general doesn't go there often. On the main street, few people dared to set up a stall before," the stall owner was not afraid to say bad things about Gou Chun. They often whispered among ordinary people, and some even did it. I hid the doll at home and specially injected needles to curse it, but unfortunately, it was of little use.

  He whispered: "A few days ago, the little general offended the female governor from Yuzhou, and was punished to stay in the general's mansion and cannot come out. Everyone should be more courageous."

   Otherwise, he would only pay the stall today. In fact, he had seen this business opportunity before, but he didn't dare to do it. He didn't dare to start until he was sure that Gou Chunzhen couldn't go out and the stalls on the main street were not being chased away.

  Zhao Hanzhang nodded, and praised him: "You are so courageous, and you have good craftsmanship. You will definitely make a lot of money in the future."

  Everyone likes to hear nice words, and the stall owner squinted his eyes for joy.

  Just as he was about to speak, a handsome young man came with two attendants, and said to the stall owner, "Here are three bowls of pimple soup."

   Then he looked at Zhao Hanzhang who was sitting, and asked with a smile, "Inspector Zhao, may I have the honor to share a table with you?"

  (end of this chapter)