Manchu traitor, how can you let me be the emperor of the ages

Chapter 52

Yan Song stared at the dish of boiled bamboo shoots in salt for a moment, "Is it free?"

"Yes, Lord Yan." The man replied with a smile.

Yan Song hesitated for a moment, then shook his head lightly: "It's too wasteful to eat two dishes for one person, it's inappropriate!"

"Let's thank the shopkeeper for your kindness on behalf of the old man."

The smile on the waiter's face stagnated, and then he replied cleverly: "Master Yan, I put this plate of boiled bamboo shoots with salt into the plate of fennel beans, isn't this a dish?"

"This is an act of self-deception, and the old man is unwilling to do it."

Yan Song waved his hand resolutely: "A jug of beer wine and a plate of fennel beans are enough. I appreciate your kindness. Thank you for your store."

The guy couldn't do anything about the old man who couldn't get in the oil and salt. He looked helpless and walked towards the counter with the dish of boiled bamboo shoots in salt.

Yan Song poured the weak beer wine from the jug into the glass, and took a sip carefully, as if tasting some fine wine.

Then I picked up a fennel bean, put it in my mouth and chewed it carefully, it was soft and fresh, with a strong fragrance, and the taste was cooked but not rotten, soft but not rotten.

Yan Song nodded slowly: "The cinnamon bark from Xinghelou from Lingnan is very oily and has a strong aroma, which is why we can cook such good fennel beans."

His long follower, Yan Yi, was wearing a green cloth blouse, and after seeing the sedan chair parked, he also came to Yan Song's side.

"If the master likes it, I will turn around and let the family prepare more."

"No need." Yan Song waved his hand: "The things cooked at home don't have this taste."

He broke off a piece of steamed bun, put it in his mouth and chewed slowly, then picked up a fennel bean and put it in his mouth.

Yan Yi, the long follower, gave a sneer and waited behind him.

Yan Song ate slowly, chewing every bite carefully, as if he wanted to savor the taste carefully.

After a while, he ate half of the thick noodle steamed bun, and half of the fennel beans on the plate.

While eating, many diners around secretly glanced at Yan Song.

This old man is a frequent visitor to Xinghelou. Many people say that he is a high official in the imperial court, and even the shopkeeper of the restaurant treats him respectfully.

But many diners are less convinced.

Not to mention high officials, even the chief bookkeeper in the yamen wore brocade silk clothes when he left the yamen. How could a real high official wear coarse cloth clothes with patches?
It is obviously wrong to eat only one plate of fennel beans for a meal!
Those high-ranking officials and gentlemen are all eating delicacies upstairs!
Wearing shabby clothes and eating poorer than us, is this still a high-ranking official?

Who are you fooling? ?
But believe it or not, every time Yan Song came over, people's eyes would inevitably gather on him, sizing him up carefully, as if they wanted to see something.

The rumors spread more and more, and some people gradually believed the rumors and decided that the old man was a high-ranking official.

And he is the biggest upright official in the whole capital.

Dress like this, eat like this, what is it if you are not an upright official?
Therefore, every time Mr. Yan came to eat, many people watched from the sidelines. Sometimes some people saw that he ate too little, so they brought him the food on their own table.

Just like now.

A middle-aged man in rough cloth with a rough face and thick knuckles came over with a plate of untouched cold onion pig ears and put it on Yan Song's table.

"My lord, you...you are a good official."

The man's hands were clutching the hem of his clothes, and he was still somewhat cautious: "I have never seen an official like you since I was a child, you...you eat too little, I gave you this dish..."

The man who couldn't speak well put down his food and turned around to leave.

Yan Song raised his eyebrows and raised the corners of his mouth, as if he was about to reveal a smile, but he stopped abruptly in the end, turned his head to look at Yan Yi, who was standing behind him, with a straight face.

"Yes, sir."

Yan Yi looked helpless, but still nodded respectfully, picked up the plate of cold pig ears and chased after the man.

"This brother, this brother, our master cannot take your food, you should take it back!"

"This..." The man's voice was a little uneasy: "I haven't touched this dish, and it's not dirty..."

"It's not a matter of moving."

Yan Yi was helpless, but still turned up the volume a little bit, and explained solemnly: "Brother, please forgive me, our master never accepts other people's things in the yamen, and now we can't make an exception when we go out to eat."

The attention of the surrounding people was attracted.

The man was a little nervous: "But... But I don't ask your master to do something, I just send a dish..."

"If you don't ask for something to do, you can't do it..."

Yan Yi hurriedly covered her mouth in the middle of speaking, and corrected: "No matter what, our master will never accept a penny or a meter from the common people! Brother, we appreciate your kindness, you should take this dish back! "

"This... this..." The man couldn't resist, so he blushed and brought the plate of pig's ears back to his table.

Seeing this scene, the people around were all in awe.

Do not charge people a penny or a meter!What an upright official this is!

If all the officials in the world can be like this old man Yan, then this big job will be peaceful!
Having settled the man, Yan Yi went back behind Yan Song and wiped the sweat from her forehead, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Discussions continued to come from the surroundings, and the diners lowered their voices and praised Mr. Yan for his integrity and simplicity.

Yan Song poured out a glass of beer wine and sipped it carefully, like an upright official who doesn't care about reputation.

Yan Yi stood behind him speechlessly pouted.

This jug of broken wine can be mixed with half of water, what can you taste?
He doesn't understand why his master's products are so beautiful and fragrant, just like Yan Yi doesn't understand, every time a few days after this kind of thing happens, his master will come to Xinghelou to eat more often.

'Wait, this person is not a babysitter arranged by the shopkeeper of Xinghelou, is he? Yan Yi, the long follower, suddenly woke up and looked in the direction of the counter.

The shopkeeper greeted every diner warmly with a smile.

'how can that be possible? '

Yan Yi shook her head again, dispelling her ridiculous thoughts.

'Master, he only spends [-] cents for a meal, how can the owner of the restaurant arrange babysitting for him? '

At the table, Yan Song picked up a fennel bean and put it in his mouth to chew carefully, then used chopsticks to move the remaining fennel beans on the plate, and counted them calmly.

Two, four, six... nine...

I was happy today, and I ate a little fast.

Yan Song woke up with a start, put down his chopsticks with some distress, picked up his wine glass and took a sip.

At this moment, a group of people in brocade robes came down the stairs with a big belly, talking and laughing.

"Haha, I didn't expect to have such a high interest with my lord today."

"Your Majesty was gifted shoulder meat by His Majesty today, so we are naturally very happy. Speaking of which, we are also honored by His Majesty, so we can taste a mouthful of delicious shad at this time..."

The words of these people were noisy, but Mr. Yan's ears were pricked up, and he extracted key information from them.

and my lord!
　There are only two chapters today, you don’t have to wait any longer, there may be more tonight, but it will take one or two o’clock to code them out
　　
　
(End of this chapter)