At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

Xie Mingli brushed aside the noisy people and ordered a few easy-to-digest dishes according to the preferences of his younger sister and Mr. Si. Order something else.

At the end, another dish of sour rice is added.

The bodyguards sat on the other side of the hall, taking their own dry food and eating coarse tea, mostly ring cakes or cooked but cooled sweet potatoes.

Xie Mingli called out to the waiter who was about to leave, "For the guests over there, give each table a plate of steamed buns with meat fillings."

"Sir, our shop is currently cooking, I'm afraid you won't come..." Before the waiter could finish his words, he was pushed aside by the shopkeeper's big ass.

The shopkeeper is a stout, middle-aged man with a mustache and a gold pendant hanging around his waist.

At this time, with a smile on his face, he bowed to Xie Mingli and said, "Master, if you don't mind, I will send a handyman to buy it outside. The price will be the same as in the shop, and I will not charge you a penny more."

"Yes." Xie Mingli took out half a fortune from the bag on the bench and handed it to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper couldn't help but feel horrified. This young master calculated so quickly that he didn't even need to plan.

The meat buns in the city cost three cents each, and if the customers over there had three per person, it was almost half a drop of money.

After collecting the money, the shopkeeper pondered the identity of the group for a moment, and the look of respect on his face became even greater. Ask the waiter to deliver a pot of hot soup to each table.

"Thank you, eldest son." Wu Biao held a bowl filled with turbid wine, saluted Xie Mingli, and drank it all in one gulp.

Escorts are a high-income industry. In addition to receiving a sum of money before each escort, the escort agency also pays a monthly commission.

During the escort period, the escort's food is provided by himself. What you eat depends on whether you are willing to spend money.

It's just that the brothers of the Ping An Escort Bureau, some old and some young, couldn't bear to spend it.

In the back hall, the waiter held up a wooden tray and asked the shopkeeper in confusion, "Uncle, the kitchen is already too busy at noon, why do you still send someone to help buy buns?"

"You know what the heck, look at what those people are wearing, and look at the carriage outside, are they ordinary people?"

"Besides, they ordered so many dishes, which is enough for us to keep the business open for a few days. Why don't you help us buy some things? You really don't know how to be a human being."

The shopkeeper touched his round belly, his eyes full of wisdom.

"Except for a few, everyone else is wearing very ordinary clothes." The waiter scratched his head, still not understanding.

The shopkeeper clicked his tongue, that's called low-key and connotative.

Not bothering to explain to this stupid nephew, he waved his hand and said: "Go, go, serve the food. Remember to wash your hands, and don't smash the sign of my century-old store."

In the lobby, the escorts drank crude tea and chatted.

Xie Yuanshan, who had just come out of the latrine of the restaurant, wore an ordinary coarse brown clothes and walked in the lobby inconspicuously.

One person suddenly stood up and said in surprise: "You old Liu, you use lion cake as dry food. It seems that you made a lot of money last time you went to Youzhou."

Old Liu hurriedly pulled his sleeves and whispered: "Don't talk nonsense, this is what my mother gave to the Marquis of Jiangling. You also know that the food of noble people cannot be the same as that of us rough people."

The man glanced at the nobles on the other side and patted him heavily on the shoulder. Alas, everything was lost in words!

Old Liu sighed and prepared to eat my mother's wishes. Anyway, as long as he doesn't tell me, I don't know whether to give it to the Marquis of Jiangling or not.

Then I heard a childish voice, "Is that the Lion Cake? Yu Heng hasn't eaten it yet. Can I buy it with my uncle?"

A square cake made of fine white flour, with various small colorful flags on it, and various nuts and dried fruits stacked according to the colors. It was also made into the shape of a lion or a barbarian king with flour and placed on top, so it was called "Lion Barbarian Cake".

Although it is not a very fine and expensive material, it is extremely troublesome, let alone making the lion carving lifelike.

This is someone who gave me a pillow when I was sleeping, and it was a gold pillow.

Lao Liu was stunned for a moment, but someone at the same table stepped on him hard under the table before he came to his senses.

"But...it's okay, it doesn't cost anything." Old Liu blushed, it hurt!

Finally, at Xie Yuheng's insistence, Lao Liu accepted the money.

The copper plate was hot in his hand, and Old Liu pursed his lips tightly. He felt that the temple should be dedicated to the Marquis of Jiangling, and it was of no use to those gods anyway.

The Heshen Village has been offering food every year, but the weather has not been smooth. They provide some miraculous reminders when floods come.

After having enough wine and food, Rong Shi also bought horses and returned. Everyone rested for a while and then set off again.

After setting off on the road, Xie Yuheng rode a short Yunnan horse, while Rong Shi sat in the front room of the carriage, eating the food that Xie Yuheng had ordered to make, and he liked all of it.

Rong Shi lowered his eyes, how did the young master know?

The servants of the Xie Mansion have their own meals. Although the rules for serving food are different for the young master, he never orders food and always eats what the kitchen makes.

The unique sound of the pony's hooves came from the front. Rong Shi raised his eyes and saw the young man in red holding a long spear with a tawny snake on it.

Rong Shi's silence was deafening. For a child of Young Master's age, it would be good if he didn't cry when he saw a snake, but he could still be killed...

Mei Xingyun, who was leisurely looking at the scenery, suddenly turned around and stiffened, and his voice cracked, "Xie Mingli, can you take care of your brother?"

Xie Mingli held the reins in one hand and the water bag in the other. The man raised his head to drink water, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, and he seemed not to have heard Mei Xingyun's ghostly screams.

How can a man, a real man, have his legs weak when he sees a worm?

The man in green narrowed his eyes slightly, but he could turn around and tell his little girl not to touch anything poisonous.

Xie Yuheng blinked, the autumn wind blew, and the three snakes became fat.

This is one of the three snakes, the rat snake. It is served with shredded chicken and chrysanthemum soup. It is very delicious. It is also good to eat directly grilled.

Considering that Mei Xingyun was afraid of snakes, Xie Yuheng thoughtfully rode to the other side of the convoy, while the fat snake continued to sway on the tip of the gun in the warm afternoon sun.

Damn it, I will die if I go out to bask in the sun!

The sun sets in the west, twilight falls on the world, and the motorcade rushes to the next town under the sunset.

"The ones ahead will be there after passing through a valley." Wu Biaotou rode a tall horse, walking side by side with Xie Yuheng's short horse.

"I know that I passed by this place when I was on a study tour with my husband a few years ago." Xie Yuheng said with a look of recollection on his face.

At that time, sir, I was still thinking about how they should fight in such terrain. I vaguely remembered that Xie Zhushu said that it seemed to be to go directly? Xie Yuheng couldn't help but have a smile on his face.

Suddenly, there was a pain in his fingers, which quickly went straight up to his heart. His heart suddenly shrank, and the little man fell off the horse.

"Xiao Yuheng——"

"Thank you, young master!"

"Homeowner!"

Fortunately, Wu Biao had his head on the side and held him in time. Xie Yuheng's already fair face was now even more pale.

Xie Mingli abandoned his horse and hurried forward, took him off the horse, and said anxiously: "But what's wrong with you?"

He quickly probed her forehead and saw the veins on her wrist. The fingers with clear joints trembled slightly. After trying it a few times, the doctor was brought over by Rong Shi using Qinggong.

"Young Master, come here, old man."

The little old man's eyes were shining brightly, and he was still not satisfied. He was so excited and wanted to do it again.