Jinghua little cook

Chapter 43 Eat for Free

Lu Xiling had no time to read the hopes in the eyes of regular customers.

While cooking fish soup in front of the steaming casserole, she said kindly: "Many people have never eaten yusheng, and their stomachs won't get used to it at first. If you eat yusheng in the future, you must not eat carp the same way." Eat it like a pot."

It doesn't matter if you gobble it up, it just shows that Lu Xiling's food tastes good.

But the money on the refugees' bodies is life-saving money. It's not worth it to have to use the money to see a doctor just because of a momentary gluttony and bad health.

"What the girl said is, let's all eat slowly!"

"That's right, hey, what about you! Don't eat so fast, the proprietress has been busy cooking fish for us this hour, and her ass didn't even touch the chair."

"There's also the little girl serving food, her face is so dark from working under the stove!"

Bean Sprout was stunned for a moment, but she didn't explain, she chose to let the beautiful misunderstanding continue to develop.

Everyone nodded, and they really slowed down their eating speed by two times.

Lu Xiling was relieved.

It's okay, they are all real people, and there are no unreasonable people mixing in.

She went on to accept a wave of favors: "The boss used to say that everyone is a chrysalis of the business. You should help me and I will help you. I think I can start the business because of everyone's love for the craftsmanship of the small shop. It is thanks to everyone’s hard work that the shop’s signboard is getting louder and louder.”

"...Thank you for your support. The customers will flourish in the future. Don't forget to come to my shop more often. The dishes in my shop will definitely satisfy everyone!"

Some people felt ashamed when they heard this: "Adhering to the good words of the proprietress, it's just that we are all poor... we have enough food and clothing, and there is still a long way to go before we can develop."

Bean Sprouts jumped out, patted his chest, and while serving the dishes, he generously shared his experience from being a slave beggar to a housekeeper.

Very burning.

Very inspirational.

People inside and outside the house were stunned for a while.

It was not easy for the refugees in the main room to stay in the capital for so long, and they wanted to give up countless times in their hearts.

If it weren't for the chills of returning home naked, they would have followed the last group of returning home.

But now, after eating delicious fish, drinking rich fish soup, and listening to the two people's entrepreneurial emotions, many people rekindled their hopes.

The scholars outside the house felt the same way.

Over the years, the government has been corrupted, and there is no hope of becoming an official. The situation of literati has always been inferior to that of generals. Many sons and daughters have already missed the golden period of life through struggle.

But... Now that the new emperor has ascended the throne, and the sea and rivers of Kyushu are clear, everything seems to be developing in a good direction again?
The scholars couldn't help thinking about the good: Maybe the new emperor is a good emperor who makes good use of good strategies and does not engage in arbitrariness?

Lu Xiling brought out famous officials from later generations to encourage everyone.

"My little girl knows a character who won the Jinshi examination at the age of 27, and entered the imperial court at the age of Li Zhi. Compared with him, you gentlemen are just in the blooming period!"

In ancient times, there was no shortage of small endorsers, and there were many who could rank among the top three before reaching the championship.

On the contrary, it is surprising that he can become an official at the age of 30.

Everyone couldn't help exclaiming.

But they are all elegant gentlemen, so it is not easy to make irresponsible remarks outside, especially who the proprietress is referring to, and where she is in any middle-level official position now. That's it.

Everyone dared to slander in their hearts: only 27 was a Jinshi, this person is too stupid...

After thinking about it, such a stupid person can become an official, so they have learned a lot, and now they are in their prime, so they should give it a try!
When Lu Xiling rolled up her sleeves, all the scholars in front of her suddenly looked like torches, and shrank their shoulders for no reason.

Song Shilang, who was eating melons on the street corner, had the same idea as the scholars.

The coachman hurried back with his robe hem in his hand, squeezed in the crowd for a long time before he had time to wipe off his sweat, he just called out "My lord", before he heard the voice of a middle-aged man in the car.

"A Jinshi at the age of 27, and entered the temple at the age of 30. Is there such a person in the court?"

Song Zhuoyu is forty-seven this year, with outstanding articles and little success. When he was young, he was selected as an examiner selected by the Ministry of Officials. At the age of [-], he followed the new emperor back to the capital and became the servant of the household department.

Zheng'er Bajing has been an official in Beijing for several years, but he has never heard of a boss who was only 27 years old before he was admitted to Jinshi.

Now that I come back, I have never seen anything among the younger generations.

Song Zhuoyu wondered for a moment: Apart from brother Shen, I have never heard of anyone sent out by the sage recently, could it be the treacherous old ministers around the late emperor?
The coachman laughed and said, "Your Excellency, you are too worried. The proprietress of this private kitchen is always smart. Maybe she just made up some nonsense to comfort those scholars who have no officialdom."

Song Zhuoyu nodded.

As it should be.

Thinking of the little girl who kept saying "what do the ancients say" and "what about delicious food", Song Zhuoyu pursed her lips.

Unexpectedly, the little girl looked young, but she had a formidable tongue, which reminded him of a narrow-minded old friend in the past.

Green age is like a dream in the past, the old man passed away, and he is also old.

A pity, sigh.

"My lord." The coachman reminded softly: "Madam's favorite fish may not be available anymore, should we go elsewhere and buy some delicious candied fruit?"

The coachman refers to the notice board at the entrance of Yueling's private kitchen. Today's fish pot seems to be specially prepared for refugees.

Song Zhuoyu patted his forehead lightly.

Look at him patronizing to watch the fun, forgetting about the beloved ancestors of the family.

During these days, the court held a court meeting to discuss the new food tax policy, and at night they had to pay attention to the livelihood of the refugees in the city. It was common for them to stay in the cabinet overnight during the third or fourth watch.

I'm not busy today, so it's rare to be able to go home to accompany my wife.

But... I haven't seen my beautiful wife for a long time... Last time, my wife told him to inquire about the vegetarian pastries in Faen Temple.

For the sake of official prestige and the face of a man, Song Zhuoyu couldn't delay for a moment.

Before leaving, he looked back again, waved his hand and said: "It's not easy to run a small shop in the market. It's very valuable for the proprietress to help those who are in need. Go and ask the nearby guards to guard, and don't let evil-hearted people take advantage of the loopholes at this time."

"Yes."

The coachman just turned around, when he looked up, he suddenly saw a group of guards heading towards the restaurant.

Taking a closer look, the guards walked in a regular and orderly manner, not chaotic. They didn't seem to be here to stop any crowds from making trouble, but they seemed to have predicted his lord's thoughts in advance and came to maintain order.

Song Zhuoyu also saw this scene. Years of experience as a Beijing official made him more thoughtful, and his eyes immediately searched around.

really.

At the alley half a street away, a carriage with the word "Yong" was quietly parked in the corner.

Bai Ye lowered the bamboo curtain, tapped the car wall lightly: "Go to the guardhouse."

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