Half a month later, at three o'clock, the sun was scorching. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the backyard of the Qionghua Palace, oak trees, cedar trees, and cypress trees are twisted and entrenched.

Rocks and tree roots are exposed on all sides of the gravel road, giving it a different style than the neat Imperial Garden.

But a figure hurried in the direction of the Dawn Gate, the interlaced branches of oak and cedar trees, in the reflection of the sun, constantly projecting mottled and beautiful patterns on his moon-white straight coat.

"Third Highness!"

The person who was running was Chai Jue, he stopped when he heard the sound, looked back, and it was the prince Shaobao Wen Yanbo who had just taught him.

Seeing his serious expression, Chai Jue's heart sank, so he had to pinch his hands and respond: "Wen Shaobao." ”

Wen Yanbo went to the palace to serve the imperial history, and was responsible for correcting the loss of etiquette in the court of the hundred officials on weekdays, and was also the prince Shaobao, who was not too old, but in his early forties. Because the official family did not appoint a prince, he taught the princes and the children of the prince's family in the official school on the third, ninth and eleventh days of the first month, so as to fulfill the duties of the prince and the prince.

Chai Jue's performance in the official school is not outstanding, but he has a strong interest in the "Book of Songs" taught by Wen Yanbo, and after leaving the hall in the past, he must pester him to ask for advice. Today, it was unusual, and when he got out of the hall, he hurriedly ran out, and his demeanor was completely lost.

Wen Yanbo was strange, so he called him down and asked, "Third Highness, do you remember what Qu Li said?"

"Remember," Chai Jue secretly said that it was not good, Wen Shao Baoding was going to make a long speech, sighed, and reluctantly replied: "Don't tend outside the thin curtains, don't tend in the hall, and don't tend to hold the jade." ”

You can't walk briskly outside the barrier of the Son of Heaven, you can't walk briskly in the hall, and you can't walk briskly with valuables in your hands, which is the etiquette that the ancients paid attention to.

Wen Yanbo was satisfied when he saw that he could answer, and asked, "Your Highness is trending and going, what is the matter?"

"I ......" Chai Jue looked up at the sky, it was almost noon, he was very anxious, and he didn't care about explaining in detail, he grabbed Wen Yanbo's hand, pulled him and said while running: "It's too late, the palace will talk to you in detail on the carriage." ”

Although Chai Jue is only thirteen or fourteen years old, he looks slightly taller than the four princes of the same age, almost to Wen Yanbo's shoulders, young and strong, and he practices martial arts.

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After getting into the carriage, Chai Jue instructed his entourage: "Babaolou." ”

"Eight Treasure Building?" Wen Yanbo was puzzled, Eight Treasure Building, isn't that the property of An Guohou's family?

Chai Jue didn't hide it: "Shaobao, this hall has made a friend recently. ”

"Is it from the Marquis of Anguo's family?"

"It is the prince of Anguo, Lelang. ”

Wen Yanbo listened to this, frowned, the two marquis of Anguo's mansion acted carelessly, and those who were close to ink were black, I am afraid that it would have a bad impact on Chai Jue. He thought about it again, Chai Jue's biological mother has a special status and has never been considered by the prince. For this reason, compared with other princes, Wen Yanbo always has more sympathy and pity for Chai Jue, it is rare for him to find a confidant and friend, so why worry too much? Thinking about it, he shook his head helplessly, and asked lovingly: "What is the reason for rushing in a hurry today?"

Among the young guards and young masters, Chai Jue's closest is Wen Yanbo, he is not as strict and harsh as other masters, and his lectures are also vivid, listening to his tone at this time, knowing that he is not opposed to his association with "Le Lang", he breathed a sigh of relief, and the conversation box was opened, and he proudly told the story of what had happened in the past few days.

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While he was still talking, the carriage arrived at Suzaku Street before he knew it.

After getting out of the carriage, Wen Yanbo noticed the difference. In the past, the Eight Treasure Towers were full of birds, but now they are like a city. The original three-character signboard of Babaolou has been replaced by a five-character "Babao Fast Food" at the moment.

"This ......" Wen Yanbo turned his head to look at Chai Jue, and asked suspiciously, "Is it the word inscribed by His Royal Highness?"

Chai Jue nodded lightly, pretending to be reserved, but he couldn't hide his full pride.

"What is 'fast food'?"

Chai Jue made a gesture of "please": "It's better to see than to hear, please take a look for yourself." ”

Wen Yanbo approached, and a strong smell of food came to his nose, and he couldn't help but clap his hands and applaud: "Well, fragrant!

He was not the only one who had the same idea, but there was a small table next to the door, and there were two men in blue-gray clothes and colored aprons, and there was a long line of about twenty people in front of them, and people were constantly coming in.

Behind the guy was a big plaque that read: "Eight dollars for one meat and one vegetarian, ten dollars for two meat and one vegetarian, twelve dollars for three meat and one vegetarian." Add two pennies for rice, and send soup for any set meal. ”

After observing for a while, he finally found out that the guy on the left was responsible for collecting the money and collecting the money, and the guy on the right was responsible for handing out a bamboo chip to the customer. The bamboo chips are also very open--- the bamboo chips of the eight dollars are painted with red paint, the ten dollars are blue, and the twelve dollars are black, if there are customers who want to add rice, add another bamboo chip painted with white paint.

As the flow of people inside, the entire hall is divided into two areas.

There are a few windows in the outside area that separate the inside and outside like pawnshops, and the outermost window is stacked with a lot of bamboo trays of about ten inches and dishes seven or eight inches large, and next to it is a half-human rice bucket, and two guys stand behind it.

The second window is strangely hung with long cooked meat skewers, a dozen shiny roast ducks and chickens, and a stout man chopping chickens and ducks behind him. Closer, a burst of meaty aroma enters the nose, salivating.

In the third window next to it, there were seven or eight large vegetable plates, which contained all kinds of meat dishes that Wen Yanbo had never seen.

Further inside, there are only two larger pots with green vegetables.

In the last window, there is only a large soup bucket, and there are more than a dozen large bowls next to it.

There were one or two men standing at each window, dressed in the same clothes as the two men who collected money outside, all gray and blue.

Wen Yanbo stood and watched for more than a quarter of an hour before sorting out the whole process - the guest came in with a bamboo chip, came to the first window, the outermost guy would give each person a tray and plates, the guest put the plate into the tray, walked to the rice bucket, the second guy scooped up a spoonful of rice and put it in the plate, if it was a guest who bought a white bamboo chip before, handed the bamboo chip up, and the guy would spoon a spoonful of rice.

The customer then goes to the back window and tells the guy to ask for chicken, duck or "char siu", and the guy will cut it off, cut it up, and put it on the customer's plate. Some guests do not go through the second window, but go directly to the third window, and also inform the guy about the dishes he wants, such as "sweet and sour tenderloin", "braised pork ribs", etc., and the guy will have a spoonful full of meat dishes.

The guy at the fourth window is the most relaxed, and the guest passes by and gives a spoonful of greens. The guy at the fifth window kept putting the soup spoon into the bowl, and the guest passed by taking the bowl with the soup, putting it in the tray and serving it away, and returning the bamboo chip to the guy standing at the end.

After that, I went to the second area, which was full of narrow tables and chairs, two people per table, and the table could only hold two trays. After eating, two guys were responsible for putting away the used utensils.

The whole process was smooth and orderly, which surprised Wen Yanbo, and he thought to himself, I will have to ask the Third Highness in detail later, who thinks of this, and how did he come up with it?

While he was pondering, he was slammed by a force behind him, and when he turned his head, he saw that it was a tall and strong man, and said loudly: "Uncle, do you have to eat!?"

"I ......"

Before Wen Yanbo could answer, the big man yelled again: "Don't get in the way of us if you don't eat!"

"You!" he was about to get angry, and the people in line behind the man crowded forward, and there was a broken thought to the old man and the old lady: "Don't while occupying the pit, wait until the sweet and sour tenderloin is gone!"

The old lady glanced at Wen Yanbo and echoed: "No, I didn't eat it yesterday!"

Wen Yanbo hadn't been so slighted for a long time, his eyes widened, he gasped, and was about to have a seizure.

Chai Jue hurriedly stepped forward and said comfortingly: "Shao Bao, don't be angry, the people who come here to eat are all people from Dongshi......"

Before the words were finished, there was a wail from the front: "Ah!~" Hearing the voice, the guy at the third window put away one of the large vegetable plates and shouted: "The sweet and sour tenderloin is sold out!"

The long queue that was still lining up at the No. 3 window suddenly became commotion, and the complaints continued: "I didn't eat sweet and sour tenderloin for most of the day yesterday, and I ...... it again today."

"I saw Feng Laohan buy a black chip yesterday, and he ordered three servings of sweet and sour tenderloin by himself!"

"Yo, he's too greedy!Let's go and tell the shopkeeper that this sweet and sour tenderloin should be limited to one per person!"

"The shopkeeper doesn't depend on you, it's all twelve copper plates to buy chips, people like to order something, please be early tomorrow." ”

In the midst of the uproar, someone shouted: "There is still barbecued pork, there is still barbecued pork!

A word woke up the dreamers, and those who didn't wait for the sweet and sour tenderloin immediately squeezed to the second window to line up.

"Oops!" In a panic, Wen Yanbo was hit a few more times.

In an instant, the long queue in window No. 2 grew by a third.

"This ......" Wen Yanbo rubbed his waist, frowned and asked Chai Jue: "What is this sweet and sour tenderloin?

As soon as the words fell, the guy at window No. 2 said loudly: "The barbecued pork is sold out!"

Angry roars of disappointment came and went.

Chai Jue hurriedly pulled Wen Yanbo up to the second floor seat, Wen Yanbo didn't have time to react, and the voice of the big man just now came from behind him: "If it weren't for the stupid goose just now, I would have eaten sweet and sour tenderloin!"

"Don't say it, now I don't even have barbecued pork......

"I saw that he was going to give him a hard meal!"

Wen Yanbo shrunk his neck and hurriedly followed Chai Jue to the second floor.