For the next few days, Xia Houan stayed in Cai Yong's mansion.

As long as Cai Yong doesn't take a broom, he will resolutely not leave.

Of course, Xiahou'an has not been idle in the past few days, taking Xu Chu to walk all over Chang'an City during the day, and hiding in the house at night to draw the floor plan of Chang'an City.

When the time was almost up, Xia Houan finally decided to go out of the mountain and connect with the informant.

Hearing the news, Cao Ang burst into tears, and almost hugged Xiahou'an and cried bitterly: You have no conscience, you finally remembered to get down to business!

On a sunny morning, the three of Xia Hou'an walked out of the house and set off towards the West Market of Chang'an City.

According to Boss Cao's description, the connector is called Qin Shao, who works as a butcher in Chang'an West City, as long as he finds him and takes out Cao Cao's letter, Qin Shao will naturally treat him as the new chief after reading it.

The market in Chang'an City is divided into two cities, east and west, and the items in the east market are mostly luxury goods, which is a place for the upper class to have a pastime; The West Market was the hub of trade between the middle and lower classes.

Although Chang'an City at this time was under the rule of Dong Demon King, as a century-old brand in the Western Capital, the flow of people has always been not small.

On the streets of the West Market, there is an endless stream of pedestrians and vendors, and all kinds of goods are placed on the ground and at the door of the shops, which are dazzling.

The shouts and shouts are also one after another.

In the market, there are only two pork sellers.

As early as two days ago, Xia Houan had already inquired.

So this time, I am familiar with the road.

When he came to Qin's butcher shop, the owner of the shop, Qin Shao, was wearing a girdle, standing in front of the board where the meat was hung, shouting for business.

Recently, the currency has depreciated severely, and fewer and fewer people have come to the market to buy pork.

The powerful don't like to eat, and the poor can't afford to eat.

Moreover, pork is also a price a day, only rising but not falling, making it more difficult to do business.

No, it's approaching noon, and Qin Shao's pork shop hasn't opened yet.

And the other one sells pork, although the business is not good, but they have a backstage, and if they can't sell it, they can send it to the government, although the price is cheaper, but fortunately, it can return to the capital.

Doing business is not afraid of losing money, but afraid of comparison, comparing people with others, and angry people.

"Alas~"

Qin Shao sighed, feeling depressed in his heart.

If you continue like this, you have to change your business, although the boss behind the scenes, the Cao family, is not bad for money, but you have been operating at a loss, and others will be suspicious sooner or later.

At this time, three ordinarily dressed teenagers stood in front of the board, and the eyes of one of the rangers were full of heat.

"Three sons, but do you want to buy meat?"

Although Qin Shao didn't believe that the three people in front of him had the ability to buy pork, as the owner of the shop, he still showed the attitude he should have towards customers.

The pigs at this time are officially called '彘'.

Xiahou An glanced at this man with a strong waist, who looked like a reckless man, and he didn't know what Boss Cao liked about him, so he pretended to be arrogant and aroused: "Butcher, bring me ten catties of fine meat, cut it into a, don't see a little fat on it." ”

"Good Ratcha!"

came to business, Qin Shao was in a good mood, and after he got down, he first took off a piece of hanging hind leg meat and threw it on the board, then lifted two pig slaughtering knives, waved them up and down, and chopped chop ~ chop chop ~ chop chop ~

With a cup of tea, ten catties of lean meat are cut.

"Childe Chenghui, four thousand dollars."

Qin Shao put down the butcher's knife, wiped the grease on his hands with his apron, wrapped the lean meat, and handed it over with a smile.

Xiahou An didn't answer, and also smiled back: "Don't worry, let's have another ten catties of fat, and cut it into a cheek, don't see a little thin on it." ”

Qin Shao was stunned for a moment, and said with a slight displeasure: "Isn't the son here to entertain me?" ”

This can't stand it, I haven't said anything about ten pounds of cartilage...... Xiahou An looked at Qin Shao and said teasingly: "In this way, your knife technique is not very good, is this knife sold?" ”

When he heard the last sentence, a flash of surprise flashed in Qin Shao's eyes, but he quickly replied, thinking that it might be a mistake.

So he asked in a deep voice, "What do you want to do with a knife?" ”

"Naturally, it's killing chickens and dogs."

Xiahou'an's connection is very natural.

It's you!

Qin Shao's eyes were surprised, although he didn't want to believe it, but at this moment, he had to believe that this young boy was the dark line sent by Cao Cao.

"I'll take the fine meat first, and after you cut the remaining ten catties of fat, you will send it to Cai's family's house tomorrow, and then settle the bill together, do you know?"

Xia Hou'an picked up the packaged lean meat and left the contact information without a trace.

I came here today just to say hello first, so that Qin Shao could be mentally prepared.

The market is crowded with people, and if you walk too close, it is easy to show your feet.

Qin Shao nodded in response and said yes.

After leaving the butcher shop, Xia Houan went to buy two catties of flour.

Cao Ang was puzzled.

Xia Hou'an shook the lean meat in his hand, and said with a smile: I'll give you a different taste tonight!

Back in Cai Yong's mansion, Xiahouan occupied the kitchen in the mansion.

Under the guidance of Xiahou'an, Xu Chu kept kneading dough with his hands and noodles, anyway, he had strength.

Cao Ang squatted on the edge of the earthen stove with a reluctant face to boil water.

The sage said that the gentleman was far away from cooking, and Cao Ang only wanted to be a general who went into battle to kill the enemy, not a man who burned the fire here.

After the dough is kneaded, Xiahouan first crushes it into a thin crust with a rolling pin, and then wraps it into the meat filling one by one.

Recently, Old Man Cai's appetite is not good, so Xia Houan wants to cook it himself and give him an appetizer on the whole day.

After all, people kindly took him in, and after so many days, he didn't say a single expulsion.

The most important thing for people to live in the world is to be grateful.

Not long after, the news of Cai Yong's return to his home came,

The water in the urn had been boiled, and Xiahouan put the wrapped wontons into the pot.

In the bowl, he has prepared the ingredients.

Wontons can't be boiled for a long time, otherwise they will lose their umami.

Seeing that the heat was almost over, Xiahouan scooped it up with a soup spoon and put it in a bowl.

Xu Chu next to him swallowed his saliva, and Cao Ang also cast a blank look.

"If you want to eat, take your own spoon and scoop it, and I'll send it to the old man first."

Xia Houan picked up the boiled wontons and walked in the direction of the lobby.

The faint fragrance wafts out, and people can't help but move their index fingers.

"Uncle, do you smell it, it's so fragrant!"

In the guest room, someone sniffed his nose and looked around curiously.

At this time, Xiahou'an also happened to come to the guest hall, lifted the wontons on the end plate, and said as if offering treasures: "Old man, come, try the ...... I made for you."

The words came to an abrupt end.

Because in the lobby, there was another person present.

Compared with the thin old man Cai, this person is as huge as a wild boar, but he is wearing extremely noble clothes, with a huge brocade belt wrapped around his waist, and a white jade the size of a fist in the middle of the brocade belt, and his face is curled with a beard and beard, even if he is full of smiles, he can't hide the fierceness and irritability in his eyes.

No way!

Xia Hou'an swallowed his throat.

Supervise...... Dong Demon King?