The ugly wife of peasant family

In the market, there are still many people in front of the stall.

Xia Xi only went to yamen after finishing a pot of boiled fish. When she came back, the fish was almost sold out.

Xia Xi looks the same, fast piece of good fish, do the second pot.

At the same time, a carriage stops at the door of Yuelai restaurant. Feng an jumps down from the carriage and strides into the restaurant with a big food box in his hand. He puts the food box on the counter and says, "shopkeeper, pack two more boiled fish."

To see who it is, the shopkeeper's legs are soft and his tongue is tied, "wind, wind, wind..."

Feng an interrupted, "be quick, our young master is still waiting to eat."

"The wind guards."

The shopkeeper accompanied him with a smile, "can we change the dishes?"

Every time he eats boiled fish, he can't always go to Xia Xi's stall to buy it.

"Good."

Feng an promised to be happy.

Shopkeeper's one joy.

Feng an's face was expressionless again, "you go to tell our Lord?"

The shopkeeper's face collapsed. Even if he was given a bear's gall, he didn't dare to say that in front of the master.

He picked up the food box and said, "just a moment, I'll buy it for you."

Then he came out of the counter.

"Wait a minute."

Feng an stopped him and said, "what do you mean to buy it? This boiled fish is not made in your restaurant?"

The shopkeeper's Secret cry was not good, and he let slip unconsciously.

I'm so nervous that I'm wrong. I'll go to the back and let the chef do it for you

The wind is quiet, just look at him.

His eyes were sharp and penetrating.

The shopkeeper couldn't hold on any longer, and the big sweat came out, "that, that..."

"Come on, where did you get it?"

In the villa, everything at the master's entrance is carefully selected. Even if they come to the restaurant for dinner, they have investigated in advance. The environment is good and the ingredients are fresh, but the shopkeeper says that the boiled fish is bought from other places!

Feng an was already angry.

The shopkeeper felt it naturally and said with sweat, "guard of the wind, please calm down. I can't help it. Your master doesn't eat boiled fish made by the chef. I just bought it at Lady Xia's stall."

"She?"

The shopkeeper's flustered nod, "when your master first came here, it was also boiled fish made by Lady Xia, so last time he said that the boiled fish made by our chef didn't taste right."

"Where is it? Take me

The shopkeeper hesitated for a moment, afraid that Feng an was angry when he saw that Xia Xi was cooking fish in such a place.

But if you don't take it with you, it won't work.

After thinking about it for a while, he led Feng an to the market with his food box.

Strong fish flavor mixed with spicy flavor is floating over the market. Even without the leader of the shopkeeper, Feng an can easily find Xia Xi's stall.

Approaching, I saw a lot of people in the front row of the stall, and I saw that Xia Xi was made in such an open-air place. Feng an was black faced.

The shopkeeper followed him, felt the anger from him, and trembled in his heart.

Open your mouth, want to say something, but did not say a word.

Go to the stall, Feng an stops.

Xia Xi is boiling fish for people, aware of the shadow in front of her eyes, did not lift her head, "sorry, please go to the back line."

Feng an stood still.

Xia Xisheng looked up and saw that it was Feng an. He was slightly stunned. He handed the bowl to Lan'er and frowned, "what's the matter?"

Feng an doesn't speak. He looks at the boiled fish in the pot and thinks that if the master knows that the boiled fish he has enjoyed eating these days is made from here, he doesn't know whether he will eat it in the future?

"I'll take the middle bowl."

People in line said.

Xia Xi no longer pays attention to Feng an and picks up a bowl.

The wind quietly looked for a while.

Looking at Xia Xi, although it is winter, her nose and forehead are sweating, but did not wipe, so let the sweat stay there, as if at any time will fall in the pot.

Without saying anything, Feng an turned and walked back.

"The wind..."

The shopkeeper yelled at the back.

The wind settled down, turned back, took the food box in the shopkeeper's hand, and left without looking back.

The shopkeeper's stand in situ Leng for a while, then come back, turned to say hello to Xia Xi, then hurried back to the restaurant.

There was no carriage in front of the restaurant.

……

Feng an rode all the way back to the villa.

The housekeeper was waiting at the door. Seeing him coming back, he quickly met him and raised his hand to pick up his lunch box. "So soon?"

The wind is quiet, give him the food box.

When the housekeeper carries it, it's empty.

Surprised, "boiled fish, why didn't you buy it?"

"Where is the master?"

Feng an didn't answer the question.

"In his room, he is playing chess with Marquis Qin."

Feng an strides to Qinglan courtyard and stands in the courtyard shouting, "young master."

"Come in!"

Feng an enters the house.

Feng Che just dropped a chess piece, "will!"

"Ah, I said you..."

Marquis Qin doesn't agree. It's clear that he always has the upper hand. How can Fengche win?

Feng Che threw the pieces in his hand into the chess box, "it's time to eat."

The words behind Marquis Qin swallowed back. He became addicted to the boiled fish he brought back that day.

"Young master, I didn't buy the boiled fish..."

Feng an reports with his head down.

The air in the room suddenly became cold, and the wind was already unhappy. "What's the matter?"

Feng an swallowed his saliva, "it's like this..."

It's Xia Xi's job to cook fish in water.

"My subordinates have gone to see that lady Xia's stall is in the market. There is no shelter around. There are many people coming and going. How can you eat the food like this?"

The wind is clear and silent.

Marquis Qin flashed that picture in his head and shook his head. "What he said is really reasonable. It's better not to eat boiled fish."

Feng Che rearranged the pieces on the chessboard, "another game."

……

In the prison, despite the Yamen's exhaustion of torture, the three were still clenching their teeth.

Mr. Zhang went in.

Several yamen servants were very respectful and bowed to him, "Mr. Zhang, are you here?"

"How?"

A yamen official rolled his sleeve and held a whip in his hand. The whip had been stained with blood. "His mouth is still very hard. He won't let go."

"I'll do it, you stay back!"

Several yamen servants went out, took the door and waited outside.

Mr. Zhang has a way. So far, no one in his hands does not speak.

Mr. Zhang slowly sat down on one side of the table, picked up a dagger on the table and fiddled with it, "come on, who told you to go to Weijia village?"

The three were silent.

Mr. Zhang was not worried. He glanced at the three faces one by one. Finally, he locked the leader. He came down from the table and went straight to him. He turned the dagger in his hand and asked, "do you want to talk?"

The leader doesn't talk.

"You are only under the command of others, and you have not hurt anyone, and you have not succeeded in getting the money. According to the law, you are only under the charge of a staff, and you can close it for half a year at most. After going out, you can still be at ease, but if you don't recruit the people behind you, you can only stay in prison. "

The leader still didn't respond, as if he hadn't heard him.

Mr. Zhang was not annoyed. He put his dagger in his hand and said, "you do this work by your hands. If I pick it, do you have to depend on begging in the future?"

The leader's face was frightened.