The reborn prince's little palace maid in the apocalypse

But this house was not popular, and it was obviously unoccupied.

After just listening to Yan Sinian's words, Xiaoba used his earth power to feel the land under his feet.

About ten meters deep, tunnels like ant nests were scattered everywhere. Xiaoba really admires the people in this world. They can do it without earth-type powers. They dig so many holes in such a deep place and they haven't collapsed yet.

While Xiaoba was waiting for Yan Sinian, she discovered a loose soil layer, and she quickly reinforced it.

What Yan Sinian wore to the banquet today was the prince's regular clothes. Although it was not as eye-catching as the prince's formal clothes, the clothes were also embroidered with dragon patterns in the main parts. Naturally, they couldn't wear them for shopping, so they thought of coming here to change. pieces.

Xiaoba was not asked to change because there were only some of his clothes here, and the clothes Xiaoba wore for the banquet today were relatively simple, a gold-colored embroidered cotton dress, paired with a brocade embroidered Ruyi moiré coat.

After changing her clothes, Yan Sinian brought her another plain robe that he had left here and put it on her body.

Yan Sinian himself was wearing a simple student uniform, which made him, who was usually cold and serious, suddenly soften a lot.

When leaving the yard, Wang Gu prepared a carriage for them. The carriage is not big, with a green rim and an oil-topped roof. It is pulled by a yellow and thin horse. Thin is really thin. The yellow refers to the color of the horse's coat, not that the horse's complexion is bad.

Yan Sinian carried Xiaoba to the car and sat on the seat of the car. With a shout, the carriage moved forward slowly.

Xiaoba discovered for the first time that the prince, the gold master, who was carried around in the East Palace every day, could actually drive a car! She no longer sat in the car, but sat on the shaft of the car with Yan Sinian.

Xiao Ba happily left this simple house in her eyes with Yan Sinian and went to eat wontons. But he didn't know how many people there were in the capital, and they were almost going crazy looking for this house.

From South City to North City, I passed through the lively crowds and also walked through secluded alleys. When they came to Beicheng, there were only some people who had returned home late on the street. Everyone had their heads lowered and hurriedly walked home.

Yan Sinian pointed to a tall stone square in the distance and said to Xiao Ba: "That should be the archway they are talking about!"

Xiaoba sniffed, his round cat eyes shining brightly. "I smell the chicken soup, it smells so good!" As she said that, she was about to run along the scent, but was stopped by Yan Sinian.

"Girl, what are you going to call me when I'm out?" This girl was always rude to her. She would call her "Your Highness" in formal occasions, but in private her words were always between you and me. Yan Sinian suddenly wanted to know what Xiaoba could think of to call himself.

Hearing Yan Sinian ask this, Xiaoba knew, Prince! Your Highness and the like are definitely not acceptable, so just call me by your name. Isn't it just for people to call you by your name?

"Yan Sinian!"

Without warning, Yan Sinian's heart skipped a beat when he suddenly heard Xiao Ba say these three words in a soft and sweet voice.

The last time I heard my full name was in the imperial edict that imprisoned me in my previous life. From the moment these three words were recorded on the jade plate, it was really rare for them to be called by their first and last names.

Yan Sinian tightened his grip on the reins, his eyes fell on Xiaoba's pink lips, and he unconsciously touched them with his other hand. Unexpectedly, those three words uttered from here are really the most beautiful sounds in the world. He really wanted her to keep shouting his name, but when his eyes moved upward and fell on Xiaoba's doubtful eyes, he could only shake his head secretly.

"If I can't call my name, just say it. You don't have to cover my mouth with your hands." Xiaoba wanted to open his mouth and bite the thing he put to his mouth.

Yan Sinian withdrew his hand and said, "You can't call me by your full name. Think of another one."

Xiaoba: "Then...Mr. Yan?" I heard that this is the most respectful title for a person!

Yan Sinian: O__O “…shaking his head

Xiaoba: "Little brother?" Those people in the apocalypse said that this is the favorite green tea.

Yan Sinian: Σ(⊙▽⊙“a shakes his head

Xiaoba: "Brother Yan?" Call everyone brother when you meet them, and you will get a lot of benefits.

Yan Sinian: (￢_￢) shakes his head

Xiaoba: "Brother Nian?" "Brother Nian?" You are not allowed to call me brother, just a single word! Why do you feel so weird?

Yan Sinian: O(n_n)O Well! "Just call me Brother Anian!"

After deciding what to call it, Yan Sinian parked the car beside the archway, and sure enough he saw a small wonton stall not far away.

There is a big pot, a table, two Eight Immortals tables, and each table is equipped with four long benches.

At this time, there were three people sitting on one table, and the other was empty, but the table had not been cleared and there were still dishes and chopsticks left from the previous table.

An old man with gray hair was serving wontons to the table of the three people. When he saw Yan Sinian and the others standing at the table without sitting down, he hurriedly smiled and said, "Wait a moment, I'll clear it up right away."

Behind the table, an old woman with the same gray hair was sitting, wrapping wontons. When she heard the old man talking, she looked at Yan Sinian and the others and smiled apologetically.

The old man was not slow in clearing away the dishes and wiping the table.

After Yan Sinian sat down, he asked: "This is a small stall, only wontons. Two distinguished guests, but I want to try them."

The main reason is that Yan Sinian and Xiaoba really don't look like people who live in the north of the city, nor do they look like people who come to eat at a small stall like them.

Although Yan Sinian was wearing a student uniform, he had a lot of sachets and jade pendants around his waist, and even his pencil case was embroidered and tapered. Xiaoba's clothes seemed ordinary to Yan Sinian, but they were also palace craftsmanship. If such a piece of clothing was worn to the north of the city, it would not be able to suppress the poor people, and the embroiderers would cry.

"Two bowls first. If they taste good, we'll ask for more." The first sentence was said to the old man, and the last two sentences were said by Yan Sinian to Xiaoba.

"Okay! Two bowls of wontons. Please wait a moment." The old man turned around and went to the old woman to count two bowls of raw wontons, and then put the wontons into the big pot.

When the lid of the large wooden pot was removed, Xiaoba's sharp eyes saw the four chicken feet coming out of the pot at a glance. Xiaoba is not curious about other things, except food.

She walked over directly and saw two headless chickens stewed in the wonton pot. They only had no heads. Except for the four paws standing outside, the rest of the body is in the pot. The soup in the pot has been stewed until it turns milky white.

Xiaoba used her experience in the dining room for three years to judge that this pot of soup was definitely old soup, and the two chickens had been stewed for more than a day.