The old man lost his memory again

The little prince was awakened in a daze, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a child kneeling outside the screen. He was in his early ten years old, covered in dust, his face was as red as if he had run 8000 meters, his whole body was steaming, his forehead The strands of hair were beaten into strands by sweat.

He stared blankly at the little prince, as if he had never thought that there was actually a person here.

An Qihe was afraid that the little prince would catch a cold after waking up from the wind, so he put on the coat that was left aside for the little prince.

The little prince let him take care of him calmly, and looked at the young man from time to time: "Who is that?"

"He said he was coming to work." An Qihe fastened the button around his neck for him.

The little prince nodded and asked the young man, "Why do you want to work because you are not old?"

The young man twisted his fingers awkwardly, blinked his eyes and said: "The family has no money, and my mother is seriously ill. The youngest father wants to sell my sister for money, and the youngest doesn't want my sister to be sold, so..."

The little prince tilted his head and thought for a while: "But a helper can't make much money. Your father wants to sell your sister. As long as this idea persists, there will always be times when you can't do anything."

When the young man heard it, the corners of his eyes turned red, and his words were filled with tears: "Little, I don't understand so much, I just want to be with my sister, as long as I can keep my sister from being sold, I will Willing to do anything!"

An Qihe sighed: "If you think so, you should go to school. Only when you become stronger can you protect the person you want to protect. Have you ever gone to school before?"

"No...no, it's just that the little one is literate and has gone to field school!"

Wild learning is just a tactful expression, meaning that I have eavesdropped on other people's classes outside.

An Qihe looked at the little prince, after all, he is the young prince's man, so it's not easy to talk about such things.

But since I asked about it just now, the little prince will not understand An Qihe's thoughts.

The little prince looks innocent and ignorant of the world, but inside he is more transparent than anyone else, sometimes even An Qihe feels inferior.

For example, at this time, the little prince blinked his eyes as if he was acting cute, but he thought of a way after opening and closing his eyes.

"This business belongs to An Qihe, and this king is not willing to let him do business at a loss. This right should be regarded as an investment. This king will fund your studies. You have to study hard, and you will be listed on the list, so you can pay back the principal." King's great hope."

When the young man heard it, his eyes lit up, and he wanted to lower his head and kowtow again and again.

At this time, the little prince stretched out a finger and shook it mischievously: "This prince hasn't finished yet!"

The young man quickly knelt up straight, eagerly waiting for the little prince to speak.

The little prince said: "Not only that, but your sister will also come to work in the shop."

When the young man heard this, his expression froze: "This..."

An Qihe instantly understood what the little prince meant, turned his head and said to the young man: "If your sister is incompetent, she will be sold out sooner or later. You study hard, and you won't be by your sister's side all the time. One day you will be sold out." You don't even know."

The young man thought about it too, readily agreed, and kowtowed in thanks.

"The little one will leave first." The young man was very happy, he got up quickly and was about to run back, but was stopped when he reached the door.

The young man blinked, and looked at the little prince without knowing why.

The little prince got up from the chair with a shelf in his hand, and walked in front of the boy.

The boy lowered his head subconsciously.

The little prince walked up to him, and the faint scent of Tang flowers mixed with the scent of dim sum came over his face.

The young man grabbed the corner of his clothes nervously, feeling that he was humbled to the ground at this moment.

However, at this moment, a series of clanging sounds sounded, and a bulging money bag suddenly appeared in front of him.

"If you go back like this, I'm afraid your parents won't believe it. Take this back. If they still don't believe it, let them come to Prince An's Mansion to ask."

It was still early to open the business, but the boy's sister was notified the next day and went to the mansion to find An Qihe.

She walked around the door three times, but failed to muster up the courage to enter.

After all, she still doubted the authenticity of this matter.

How can there be such a good thing that can support the family and be free without letting the younger brother worry about his own affairs?

If my younger brother hadn't been taken to see the teacher this morning, I'm afraid he would have to stare at her into the mansion today to feel at ease.

Luo Yunyan frowned in confusion, and after hesitating left and right, she still turned around and wanted to leave.

However, just as the toe of her shoe turned the corner, the doorman's call came from behind her.

"Wait, wait, are you Luo Yunyan?"

Luo Yunyan stopped abruptly, turned around quickly and replied, "Yes, I am."

The servant beckoned her to come over: "Everyone is here, why are you still standing at the door? Let us guess for a long time, come in quickly, everyone is waiting inside."

Luo Yunyan slightly opened her eyes wide in surprise, a little joy and excitement welled up in her heart.

She couldn't help pressing her hands on her chest, feeling the beating frequency, took a deep breath, and then followed the servants into the gate.

It was only when I came to the yard that I realized that she was not the only one being trained, there were dozens of girls besides her, all of whom looked very smart, standing in a row together, and opposite stood a tall and handsome man with Slightly serious, exuding a coercion that makes people unconsciously obey.

Sitting on the rattan chair behind Bisheng was a little soft bag for snacks, his eyes were slightly squinted, his calves were dangling from time to time, his appearance was extremely cute.

If it wasn't for the different fabrics he was wearing, Luo Yunyan would have suspected that An Qihe was Prince An, and that the little prince might be his male favourite.

Fortunately, Luo Yunyan is not a person who treats others with appearances, and soon recognized the person who was going to follow, and saluted: "The grassroots refer to the prince, and to the lord."

"Get up." The little prince responded vaguely, and stuffed the remaining dim sum into his mouth. An Qihe handed over a cup of warm and cold tea in due course. Curl your eyes.

The cold air on An Qihe's face dissipated in an instant, gently wiped the dim sum noodles from the little prince's lips, tied his sleeves to his elbows with ropes, and explained to them how to do it, without stopping the movements of his hands. Knead the pattern.

The ancients had no concept of these modern foods, such as burgers, fried chicken, or steamed dumplings.

An Qihe simply changed the hamburger into roujiamo, barely made the fried chicken, fermented it into yogurt with milk, made all steamed and fried dumplings for them to taste, and only then did he have a vague idea in his heart.

After several days of arduous training, a group of decent kitchen staff was barely trained.

He stipulated that the front desk and the back kitchen work in turn, and everyone must be familiar with the process, four hours of working time, eighteen coppers per hour, full attendance bonus at the end of the month, special takeaway reservations, and a daily limit of 66 servings.

At the same time, leaflets were also distributed.

For a while, the streets and alleys outside were all discussing what the so-called Laifuke fried chicken was. Even the well-recognized foodie prince contributed a lot of money to help build it, making people very curious about how it tasted.

Curious to a certain extent, the invitations received by the little prince suddenly increased.

Mostly in the name of inviting the little prince to the house as a guest, he wanted to taste the fried chicken in advance.

It just so happened that the girl's birthday was approaching, and the young prince was the first to get the invitation.

Wen Xianggong is a supporter of the prince's faction in the DPRK. Although he is a civil servant, he is not inferior to the military officer at all in his courtship. Whenever he stands there, even a general will say "Hello, Wen Xianggong."

Furthermore, by making strategies and making calculations on paper, you can predict the world's affairs in your heart, and there are almost no mistakes.

Beloved wife protects family, upright and upright.

He is honest and self-disciplined, and he can be called a model of courtiers.

And such a person, just expresses the word "beloved girl" to the extreme, almost as long as his daughter wants and wants, he will try his best to pick even the stars in the sky.

The little prince had met him several times in the palace, and he had the impression that he was very fierce, so when he got this invitation, he was very conflicted.

If the little prince attends the appointment, it will be to help promote An Qihe. The daughter of Wenxiang is still young. I heard from An Qihe that the little girls and boys there like to eat fried chicken the most. As long as the daughter of Wenxiang If you eat it, you will definitely like it.

But once in the past, it is inevitable that we will be caught by Prime Minister Wen, and it is really a headache to talk to him about the affairs of the world.

The little prince couldn't resist this matter, but he still gritted his teeth and went to the appointment.

He didn't take An Qihe with him on this trip, because he felt that An Qihe was too tired because he didn't close his eyes for several nights because of this matter.

Second, I also want to do something within my ability.

After all, he has been taking care of An Qihe all the time, and he is used to be more powerful than the emperor's brother. The little prince is also a little anxious, afraid that he will have the title of prince, but he needs someone to take care of everything.

It would be embarrassing if it was spread out and known to others.

Therefore, the little prince also specially ordered Chuntao not to tell An Qihe about this matter, he can handle it by himself.

Unexpectedly, they met Prince Shun and Wen Lan at the banquet.

The two probably talked about something very interesting. Wen Lan smiled gently and pursed his lips, with the elegance and easy-going of the southern water town on his body, and said plainly: "Prince Shun has really good eyesight, so he can see through it so quickly. The true face of a traitor."

Seeing Wen Lan's smile, Prince Shun couldn't stop jumping for joy, and quietly put a hand behind him, planning to put Wen Lan's shoulder.

At this moment, Wen Lan raised her head and said in surprise, "Prince An is already here."

After speaking, he walked to the front quickly, looked at it carefully, and then breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems that the little prince's injury has recovered a lot."

Facing the resentful eyes of Prince Shun, the little prince stuck out his tongue in his heart, thinking that this prince didn't want to come here himself, he was invited by others, and this prince didn't want to come here to disturb your intimacy.

He staggered Wen Lan's concerned eyes, and smiled frankly: "This king has recovered a lot, Mr. Wen, don't worry."

Prince Shun squinted his eyes, immediately stepped forward to stop Wen Lan's shoulders, held him forcefully in his arms, and glanced at the little prince with the end of his eyes: "Since you are almost fine, then be careful in the future, don't be scared if you move around Fall out of the carriage, let Wen... make others worry!"

The little prince obediently lowered his head, and flattened his mouth aggrievedly: "Your brother knows."

Wen Lan still looked at Xiao Wang Ye, as if he wanted to say something, at this moment Prince Shun suddenly looked back at Wen Lan, and whispered something in his ear, Wen Lan immediately shut up resentfully.

After a few seconds of silence, he glared at Prince Shun angrily.

Prince Shun's mood suddenly improved, and he strode in with his arm around Wen Lan's shoulders.

The little prince opened his eyes wide, with a look of enjoyment on his face.

Oh ho, what's the matter?