To Hold One’s Joy

  Chapter 126 is not a matter of five taels of silver

  In the restaurant.

   Wei Han wiped the corner of his mouth, and said to Shi Yan, "Check out."

   "Five plates of stewed beef, one plate of sauced duck tongue, one pot of shochu, and one bowl of Yangchun noodles, a total of one hundred and sixty-five taels of silver." Shi Yan articulated.

  One hundred and sixty-five taels is certainly not much for Wei Han, who has tens of thousands of taels of silver in his pocket, but the next table just got half price...

   Wei Han sat at the table and didn't move for a while.

   "Master?" Shi Yan wondered.

   His cool eyes flicked to him.

  Shi Yanfu felt deeply in his heart, lowered his voice and said: "It will definitely not work."

  Half price? Just kidding, the little bodyguard who has completely regarded himself as the waiter of the shop didn't think about that at all.

   Wei Han felt a little unhappy, and glanced at the girl in plain clothes by the counter.

   This is not a matter of five taels of silver.

  Eating in the lobby at the same time, the next table saved more than 400 taels at half the price, and it was his turn that he didn't even wipe off a fraction of 5 taels of silver. Is this bullying him?

   However, the stewed beef is really delicious, and the sauced duck tongue is also delicious...

   Wei Han always thought that he was a person who had no desires or desires, until he ate that bowl of Xaozi noodles, everything seemed to have changed.

   Unhappy for a while, after all, no one coaxed, Wei Han calmly adjusted his mood, and asked: "What's the dish tomorrow?"

   "Tomorrow there will be Melaleuca venetiana, which is delicious, slightly sweet, and a little bit spicy, which is very tasty." Shi Yan swallowed his saliva as he spoke.

   Wei Han squinted at him: "Have you tasted it?"

  Shi Yan's heart tightened, and he hurriedly said, "No!"

  Seeing that the master was still staring at him, the little guard was about to cry in fright, so he almost knelt down and swore to the sky: "Really not! I heard what Kouer said, and Kouer asked the master Fu Xiugu."

   "Oh." Wei Han took out the bank note and handed it over.

  Shi Yan took a look and hurriedly said: "Wait a moment, I will give you some change."

  Master is different from those who are poor ministers and poor sacrificial wine. You can pay for one thousand taels of silver bills as you say, so you don’t have to keep an account.

   "No need, continue to buckle next time." Wei Han got up, thought for a while and walked in front of Luo Sheng.

  Luo Sheng looked at him calmly: "What's the matter, my lord?"

   Could it be that the dignified prince wants to trouble her after giving half price to the table next door?

   This makes me a little confused.

  Lin Shu is her nephew, if she is not afraid of getting attention for free food, she is willing to live in a wine shop for a long time.

  King Kaiyang is a member of the Wei family. If she completely follows her will, she won't even want to sell it if she pays more.

   Aware of the other party's indifference, Wei Han did not retreat, and said in a calm tone: "Chicken is more delicious."

  Although louvers are good, it is difficult to satisfy one's hunger.

  Luo Sheng was stunned, and took a deep look at Wei Han.

   Is this really the cold-faced Yama in the Northern Qi Dynasty?

   Feiyi Lieyan, with dark eyebrows and black eyes, is the Kaiyang King.

  Silence for a moment, Luo Sheng said: "Tomorrow there will be a fried chicken."

   It didn’t exist at first, but the brine that has been marinated beef can still be used again, and soon another pot of delicious beef comes out of the pot.

   It is also convenient to marinate some pig ears, trotters, duck necks and the like.

   But it would be nice to enrich the dishes, and more people will come tomorrow.

   Wei Han didn't seem to expect the other party to agree so happily, the corners of his lips slightly raised, showing a faint smile: "Thank you."

  He looked at her, his eyes were bright and shining.

  Luo Sheng's expression turned cold: "No thanks."

  Think she is Miss Luo, who can be moved by her beauty?

  Beside Shi Yan gently stroked his forehead.

   On the way to Beijing, she had been with Miss Luo day and night for several days, and Miss Luo couldn't help tearing off her belt. How did the master get into this?

  That's right, the little guard now has only one wish: the master quickly marry Miss Luo back home!

  He can only accompany Dabai for half a year, and when he can't eat the dishes cooked by Miss Luo, uh, no, what should he do when Dabai doesn't need him anymore?

  Feeling deep despair towards his master, the little guard couldn't help but secretly blame Luo Sheng.

  How can a lady like everyone be so fond of the new and dislike the old?

  The grandson of Lin Jijiu is so weak that he still eats too much. What good is there?

   "See you tomorrow." Wei Han slightly nodded at Luo Sheng and walked out of the restaurant.

  Shi Yan, who sent his master out and then returned, patted his heart in fear.

   Scared to death, just now the master asked him if he had tasted the thousand-layered louver, he really thought that the master would let him go back to the palace to wash the bucket out of jealousy.

   Brush Gong barrel? In this life, he doesn't want to wash the bucket anymore, he just wants to be where Miss Luo is.

   Feeling that this kind of thinking is inappropriate, the little guard quickly found a reason: he should guard the future daughter-in-law for the master.

   Otherwise, relying on Miss Luo's speed of liking the new and disliking the old, there is nothing to do when the master is enlightened.

  Luo Sheng signaled Shi Yan to come closer.

   "What's the matter, girl?" Shi Yan asked with a smile.

  Luo Sheng corrected lightly: "Just call me Miss Luo."

   It's not her entourage, she's quite familiar.

   "Your lord—" Luo Sheng pondered, "You like to eat?"

  Shi Yan coughed lightly, and tried his best to defend his master: "There is no one who doesn't like the dishes you cook, and our master is not immune to vulgarity."

   "It's fine if you can't avoid the vulgar." Luo Sheng lowered his voice and murmured.

  In that way, she will have more confidence and wait for the arrival of King Pingyang.

   "Cousin, there are no guests, let's—"

  Before Sheng Saburo finished speaking, someone broke in.

   "A bowl of Yangchun noodles!"

   Sheng Saburo is so angry, he is still a regular customer at a glance, the strong man who ate twenty bowls of Yangchun noodles yesterday.

  Although I am angry, the guests still have to greet them.

   "A bowl of Yangchun noodles—" Sheng Sanlang yelled weakly.

   Not long after, Kouer brought over a bowl of steaming Yangchun noodles and placed it in front of the strong man.

  The strong man couldn't wait to pick up a chopstick and send it to his mouth.

Seeing that she was a regular customer, Kouer thoughtfully suggested: "Guest officer, I advise you to order a plate of stewed beef. You see that yesterday you thought the roasted pig's head at one hundred taels of silver was expensive, so you ate twenty bowls of Yangchun noodles, and finally spent We paid the same amount. We only need twenty taels of stewed beef, which is the price of four bowls of Yangchun noodles. Let me tell you, if you don’t know how to settle this account, you can’t do it..."

  The brawny man doesn’t know whether he understands it or not, but he understands it anyway.

   This charming waiter is right.

   "Then add a plate of stewed beef."

   After eating this plate of stewed beef, you must not add Yangchun noodles!

   A quarter of an hour later, the strong man who took out a hundred taels of silver bill to pay the bill and walked out of the restaurant was suddenly sobered by the night wind.

  Who said that you can’t eat Yangchun noodles after eating braised beef?

  Who said one serving of stewed beef is enough?

  Four plates of stewed beef, four bowls of Yangchun noodles, he spent another one hundred taels of silver!

  Not to mention the tears of remorse shed by the strong man, Zhao Shangshu returned to the mansion, and saw the smiling wife before he had time to wash his beard.

   "Master, have you eaten today?"

   Zhao Shangshu forced a smile: "Eat well."

   "Then what kind of food did you bring back?" Mrs. Shang Shu's expression turned a little ugly when the food box was missing.

  Zhao Shangshu wiped his forehead with his sleeves, and said with a dry smile: "The restaurant does not allow takeout—"

   Mrs. Shangshu approached, sniffed Zhao Shangshu's beard, and pointed at the door with a dark face: "Master will sleep in the study tonight."

Good morning.

  (end of this chapter)