After Chu Ci asked his subordinates to go back to fetch porcelain, the feast began.

The porcelain was placed in a conspicuous place, and in the face of the agar-like white porcelain and elegant blue and white porcelain, Zhuang Zisheng pretended to be modest from time to time to ask Chu Ci for a few words.

What made Zhuang Zisheng unwilling was that Chu Ci always smiled and agreed, and there was no sign of anger, as if his pride hit the cotton, which made him very uncomfortable.

Zhuang Zisheng was secretly surprised: "This kid has changed his temperament?"

Zhou Jiuzhang's buns were quickly served, but he was dumbfounded when he saw it.

I saw three steamed buns on the wooden plate, and the steamed buns were made very exquisitely, no less than the soup dumplings for the rest of my life, but the buns were broken and poured into the soup.

Zhou Jiuzhang picked up the letter suspiciously and took a bite, "Bah, bah, bah, what is this, take it, take it." ”

The delicacy of soup dumplings lies in the fact that the meat filling and the fresh soup live in the same room, and between the three, the soup is the first, the meat filling is second, and the dough is even more second.

The chef of Xunwei Zhai has never heard of soup dumplings, but according to the name, he poured fresh soup on the meat buns, and the taste is naturally far from good.

Shopkeeper Liu frowned, and looked at Zhou Jiuzhang with some displeasure. In his opinion, Zhou Jiuzhang came to smash the signboard of Xunweizhai.

This is not that Shopkeeper Liu wronged Zhou Jiuzhang out of thin air, but this guy has a criminal record.

After Zhou Jiuzhang tasted a delicacy in the City Lord's Mansion, he swaggered into Xunwei Zhai, naming it to be white and tender, and to make it delicious.

Xunwei Zhai is called Xunwei, which has the meaning of finding all the delicious food in the world, of course, it is not willing to smash the signboard.

It's just that more than 100 cooks from various cities in Dongshan racked their brains, and they couldn't make the delicious food that Zhou Jiuzhang wanted.

"It's just that. At that time, Zhou Jiuzhang walked away proudly, and boasted that he had tasted a delicacy that Xunwei Zhai had never had in the City Lord's Mansion.

Now that Zhou Jiuzhang is doing this again, it's no wonder that Shopkeeper Liu is displeased.

He sneered: "What kind of tricks can the steamed buns that can't be served on the table? Could it be that the soup dumplings mentioned by Zhou Gongzi are filled with dragon meat?"

"No, it's made of pork. Zhou Jiuzhang rinsed his mouth and said, "I don't blame you, after all, it's Xunwei Zhai, not Juewei Zhai, and it can't collect all the delicious food in the world." ”

He said triumphantly, but in a sympathetic tone, "It's me who is too you." ”

Chu Ci kept glancing at him, but unexpectedly, Zhou Jiuzhang still said such words, which made Chu Ci look at the face of Shopkeeper Liu Tie Qing and could only smile bitterly.

This shopkeeper Liu has a lot of power in Yangzhou City, but he has been suppressed by the city lord, so it is better not to offend or not to offend.

Fortunately, the servant took the porcelain and went upstairs to divert the subject.

Zhuang Zisheng was happy, and said in his heart that when the two sides were compared, I see if you can hold your face.

It's just that Chu Ci stopped again when he opened the wooden box, "Brother Zhuang is sure you want to see it, I'm afraid it won't fall into your eyes." ”

Zhuang Zisheng said with a smile, "Brother Chu is not far behind. ”

Chu Ci sighed and said, "Okay, then I'll be ugly." ”

He opened the box neatly, and inside was bright red silk, and when he opened it, he revealed a porcelain vase with a glazed green and soft jade.

"When the rain passes and the clouds break out, and the plums are sour and blue, what does Brother Zhuang think of this porcelain?" Chu Ci tried to hide his smugness, pretending to be humble and asking for advice.

Zhuang Zisheng's smile on his face had not yet faded, and the shadow had quickly climbed up his forehead.

Xu was worried that the strength was not enough, and Chu Ci asked the servant to open the six boxes one by one, and all the porcelain obtained in the rest of his life was revealed.

White porcelain, enamel color and blue and white porcelain far surpassing Zhuangzisheng porcelain all made the sons and brothers present and the shopkeeper Liu stunned.

Zhou Jiuzhang pretended to be stupid, "Brother Zhuang, I don't know porcelain, can you tell me how these six porcelains are worse than yours?"

Zhuang Zisheng now understands why Chu Cifang is not angry, it turns out that he is waiting for him here.

He glared at Cai Ming fiercely, and said in his heart that it was all this guy, and it would make me embarrassed.

He turned his head, glanced at the porcelain that was laid out with envy, and with a wave of his hand, the blue and white porcelain in front of him was shattered.

"Brother Chu's porcelain is far better than mine, and I am ugly. He chuckled, as if it had broken something worthless.

It's just that Cai Ming blinked, quite reluctant, and worried about Zhuang Zisheng's treatment of him, and couldn't help hating the rest of his life.

Needless to say, these porcelains must have been bought from that kid as well.

Zhuang Zisheng also asked: "This porcelain is priceless, I don't know how much Brother Chu spent to get it?"

"Treasures and treasures, those who are virtuous live in them. Chu Ci returned the words as they were, "I didn't buy it, I bought it in exchange for Maomao." ”

The sons and brothers here have raised Maomao at home and know its luxury.

Zhuang Zisheng's face was gloomy, he no longer talked about porcelain, and he talked less, and for a while this sumptuous banquet was a little dull.

Zhou Jiuzhang had the intention to sarcastically say a few words, but his skills were not enough, Zhuang Zisheng put his anger in his heart, and a smile hung on his face, so that he could not break through the disguise on his face.

"Looks like I'm going to have to learn from that kid for the rest of my life. Zhou Jiuzhang secretly made up his mind.

The wine is not more than three rounds, the food is not five flavors, Chu Ci and the three of them got up to say goodbye, and when Zhuang Zisheng sent them downstairs, he saw a woman in a palace with four white-clothed maids coming over.

Everyone respectfully rose, "Aunt Wang." ”

The palace woman nodded and said to Chu: "I heard that Gongzi Chu exchanged Mao Mao for six priceless porcelain?"

Chu Ci paused, and said with an embarrassed smile: "Aunt Wang knows everything?"

The palace woman smiled: "Mao Mao went back to the house to complain to her mother." ”

Chu Ci immediately understood, "I'm about to dedicate five to the City Lord's Mansion." ”

The palace woman nodded, "The child can be taught, you sell other people's children, how can you not say hello to her mother, what if you are abused?"

"Yes, yes, yes. Chu Ci nodded obediently, and was about to give instructions when he went back, when he heard Aunt Wang say again, "Keep that colored porcelain, and let them take the rest away." ”

Chu Ci couldn't laugh anymore, the colored porcelain was the most inferior porcelain in it.

Zhuang Zisheng, who had been pretending to be smiling, was smiling happily at this time, and his mouth couldn't close it.

"Again, the colored porcelain is stronger than your piece of land. Zhou Jiuzhang teased him, so that Zhuang Zisheng couldn't laugh for a while.

Bu Ju glanced at Zhou Jiuzhang unexpectedly, okay, boy, he is good at sarcastic people.

Zhou Jiuzhang raised his eyebrows proudly.

After a few words of greetings, the woman in the palace costume led the person away.

Chu Ci and they walked slowly on the street, and Zhou Jiuzhang said: "I know that Mao Mao is cheap, and we will never be able to take advantage of it." ”

Bu Ju comforted the distressed Chu Ci, "Look at it, after all, it is someone else's son who is selling, and it is not an exaggeration for his mother to take the big head." ”

At the same time, in the City Lord's Mansion.

A sword light turned into a figure, and he pouted: "Master, the slave is a sword, not a mount, and the slave is about to die of exhaustion." ”

Standing next to the sword slave was a woman about ten years old, wearing a white man's robe, green silk to the waist, and a simple ponytail, full of heroic spirit and the appearance of a city.

She straightened the broken hair that was blown by the wind and said, "Who do you run fast and don't step on?"

"Leave that lazy donkey for nothing. The sword slave complained, and his eyes suddenly lit up and he remembered something, "Master, that lazy donkey has sold her son again." ”