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Chapter 490: Other people’s pigs are OK, why not yours?

When Zhao Heng returned to Zhao's house, he saw several children chatting together. Anping also came back from the palace and was taking care of the children with Zhao Xuan. Zhao Heng took a closer look and saw that Anping seemed to have needle and thread in his hand. Work...

"Ating, come here." Zhao Heng waved to Jiang Ting. Jiang Ting stood up and ran quickly towards Zhao Heng without asking anything.

"Godfather, where are you taking Ating? Can you take us with you?" Liang Kang saw this scene with sharp eyes and hurriedly shouted to Zhao Heng.

Zhao Heng raised his eyes and said, "Would you like to go to the library?"

"Ah, what did you just say, Big Duck?" Liang Kang immediately turned around and pretended to talk to Big Duck.

As for the fat man sitting next to Liang Kang, he turned his head away, leaving her father with a chubby back.

Zhao Heng sneered.

Zhao Heng led Jiang Ting out, and Shen Zheng also followed Jiu Mao out.

"I'll take you to meet someone. You don't have to say anything later, just stand there." Zhao Heng explained to Jiang Ting.

Jiang Ting nodded obediently.

Then, Jiumao drove the carriage and took them to the deep alley where the roast chicken was sold.

At the entrance of the alley, several people had no choice but to abandon the carriage and walked inside on foot.

Looking at this alley, Shen Zheng said doubtfully: "Isn't this the alley where roast duck is sold? Brother Thirteen just brought me here to show him the way, and said he would take me to grab the first one early tomorrow morning. Chicken." Shen Zheng said.

No matter what the two guards were saying, Jiang Ting still didn't participate and just followed Zhao Heng quietly.

When Zhao Heng took him to the roast chicken stall, the middle-aged man selling roast chicken was packing his things. When he saw Zhao Heng coming, he was stunned for a moment, then put down the things in his hands and ran quickly into the house.

"Dad, someone is coming from outside." The middle-aged man said to the old man in the room.

When the old lady heard the noise, he rubbed his right leg and asked calmly: "Who is here? What made you lose your composure?"

The middle-aged man leaned into his ear and said, "I look a bit like Zhao Heng."

The next second, there was a sound of chaos in the house.

Listening to the noise in the room, Jiang Ting looked at Zhao Heng: "Uncle Zhao, they recognized you."

Zhao Heng nodded: "Just let him recognize it."

After about a minute or two, the middle-aged man walked out quickly, made an inviting gesture towards Zhao Heng and the others, and closed up his yard at the same time.

Shen Zheng and Jiu Mao stayed outside the house, while Zhao Heng led Jiang Ting into the house.

In the room, a very old man was sitting on a chair, his hand constantly squeezing his right leg.

"This is Mr. Qin, calling for someone." Zhao Heng said to Jiang Ting.

Jiang Ting saluted Mr. Qin respectfully: "Hello, Grandpa Qin."

Upon hearing this title, even the middle-aged man who entered the room was stunned for a moment.

And Jiang Ting didn't realize there was anything wrong, because he had been following Abao Dabao and the others these days, and they usually called people like this, so he also shouted like this unknowingly.

"Old Qin, this is Jiang Ting, the king of Beizhou." Zhao Heng found a seat and sat down as if he was very familiar with it. He said to Mr. Qin very comfortably: "He is a child who is alone and helpless. Mr. Qin If you are knowledgeable and knowledgeable, you should have an apprentice to pass it on, and Ating is a good candidate."

Mr. Qin: "?" It seems like you didn't let the old man say a word.

However, despite this, Mr. Qin's eyes still turned to Jiang Ting.

After a while, he waved to Jiang Ting: "Come here, let me take a look." Just as Jiang Ting stepped forward, Zhao Heng continued to say to himself: "Your emperor's character is always better than mine. You know, the capital is not a place to stay for a long time, so it is better to go to Beizhou. Besides, Brother Qin’s skills also have more room to display."

The middle-aged man standing aside could notice that Zhao Heng and his father were going back and forth. He thought about it and said, "I tried roasting a new suckling pig today. I'll bring it to you to try." ."

With that said, he left the house.

"Do you have the intention to rebel?" Mr. Qin did not ask Zhao Heng, but asked Jiang Ting.

Hearing this, Jiang Ting shook his head: "I will not offend others unless they offend me."

"What kind of books have you spent? Let's talk about it." Mr. Qin said to Jiang Ting, and the old man and the young child started chatting.

When Zhao Heng saw the two of them chatting, he stood up and walked towards the middle-aged man outside.

"Don't come after me. We don't get involved in each other's affairs between my father and me." The middle-aged man shook his head.His father originally promoted him to the crown prince, but he didn't like studying or joining the army. He only liked cooking and baking. His father didn't interfere, and he even became a joke in the court.

"Can you give me more of this suckling pig? Today my daughter came to buy roast chicken and only bought half of it. A group of people shared the points, so she only ate some chicken." Zhao Heng said to the middle-aged man.

"The one who said she wanted to support her father in his old age is your daughter?" The middle-aged man looked at Zhao Heng carefully and said, "She is a little fat, so she should eat less greasy food."

Zhao Heng smiled: "I heard that you have never been married and don't understand the difficulties of raising children. It is not easy to raise a fat and white child from such a young age."

The middle-aged man frowned: "If you want food, you have to eat. Don't mention whether we get married or not."

Zhao Heng raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

When Zhao Heng came out with a bag of barbecue, the conversation between Jiang Ting and Mr. Qin hadn't ended yet when a middle-aged man brought a plate of barbecue in.

By the time Jiang Ting came out, it was already half an hour later.

"Uncle Zhao, Grandpa Qin didn't say anything. He just told me to go back and wait for news." Jiang Ting told Zhao Heng truthfully.

"Let's go home." Zhao Heng walked out.

As soon as Zhao Heng and the others walked out, the middle-aged man said to Mr. Qin: "Dad, wasn't this Zhao Heng unable to beat a fart with eight sticks before? Why are you talking so much today?"

"People will change after all." Mr. Qin waved his hand: "Please pack your things in these two days and don't go out to the stall. We will set off after the Lantern Festival."

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Zhao Fu,

The package of roast pork that Zhao Heng brought back was liked by the children.

Abao still had more to say. She looked at Zhao Heng eagerly and asked, "Dad, is this pork? It's so delicious. Can you buy some more?"

"No need to buy it, you can make it now." Zhao Heng smiled.

Abao stood up happily and shouted: "Really? Really?"

Zhao Heng raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the backyard and said: "This is roasted suckling pig. If you roast your pig, there will be more pork."

Upon hearing Zhao Heng's words, Abao was stunned for a while, and then he howled loudly.

"Why are you howling? Other people's pigs can be roasted, why can't your pigs?" Zhao Heng continued to tease the child.

Why can't my pig?Abao was also stumped by this question...

(End of this chapter)