When Shang Cheng left the yamen of Wuyi Lane, it was already dark.

There was still some way to the old post house, but he was in no hurry, so he didn't ride a horse, let the two soldiers lead the horse and follow behind, and walked back slowly with his hands behind his back.

He walked down the street distraught, still a little worried about Li Shen's misunderstanding.

Li Shen is his old boss, and he has the grace of promoting him, although the two have had some conflicts, but this has not affected his gratitude to Li Shen. What's more, with Li Shen's reinstatement, the little thing that happened between the two people last summer has also disappeared, and he also wants to take advantage of Li Shen's stay in Yanzhou for a few days, so as to invite Li Shen to have a meal during the New Year's Festival, so as to truly resolve the estrangement between the two people. But now, for the sake of an inexplicable rumor, let's just think it's a rumor, Li Shen is suspicious of himself again...... It's just that Li Shen is not a broad-minded person, if anyone is hated by him, sooner or later he will have to be retaliated against before he can stop! Moreover, Li Shen has a gloomy and ruthless nature, and when he sits in the position of admiral in the future, he will definitely not clean himself up openly, and he will definitely put himself on a crutch without showing his face...... That's what really upsets him!

He wasn't afraid of Li Shen's retaliation. As long as he sits upright, no matter how poisonous Li Shen is, he can't put a basin on his head. What he was afraid of was that if Li Shen now decided that he was causing trouble for him, he would inevitably set up some obstacles for himself in official affairs in the future, and delay the allocation of food and salary, and deduct personal arrangements, in that case, it would be troublesome, at least it would be difficult for him to concentrate on the construction of the team......

He walked with his head down, thinking about how to solve this matter, and before he knew it, he turned to the busiest street in the state city.

The Great Winter Festival has just passed, and now it is the coldest time of the year. Before the sun set, the bone-chilling air was already diffusing from all directions; Even the occasional breeze on your face is dry and cold. Because tomorrow is the day of the Great Guards Parade, fireworks will be set off to celebrate three nights in a row, followed by the New Year, so neither the officials patrolling the streets nor the pedestrians who are late to return take the curfew that is still in force seriously. The hawkers carried their burdens, and one by one they dragged out their voices, and they were shouting hot food along the street as if they were singing. The lanterns hanging from their heads swayed, the mouths of the small tandoor in the baskets shone with a warm red light, and the charcoal crackled in the bore, and from time to time a few red sparks burst out. From time to time, a man with an empty bowl would stop the vendor at the entrance of the alley, buy a bowl of sour lung soup or a lamb tripe with sauce, and then carefully carry the bowl and disappear into the dark alley with the whining cheers of the dolls wrapped like a rolling earth. The lights are swaying in the restaurants and restaurants on the side of the street, and the towels on the shoulders of the guys in the store are put on and torn off, and they are loudly greeting the guests to come in and out at the entrance of the store at any time. From the thick curtain came bursts of laughter, mixed with the sound of shouting and drinking, and the gentle singing of Zheng Zheng Silk Strings and the soft tone of Nong, which was chaotic and lively.

"Rotten chicken one by one! ……”

In the dark light, a vendor on the street who had just made two orders did not immediately recognize the identity of the merchant, and when he saw them coming, he immediately lost no time in shouting loudly.

Shang Cheng's train of thought was interrupted by the hawker's shouting. The sweet smell of the wind really attracted him. He stopped, stared at the smoky black iron pot on the steaming little tandoor, and swallowed.

One of the soldiers handed the reins to his companion and came to the vendor and asked, "How do you sell it?" ”

By the light of the lantern on the pick, the peddler recognized Shang Cheng's light crimson general's robe, and his legs were so weak that he immediately became a head shorter, until the pro-soldier asked again, and then he stammered a little: "A bowl of five cents for the drunken meat, and ten cents for fragrant chicken." ”

"Three bowls of six chickens."

“…… Well. Yes? The peddler made a few noises before he realized that this was a big business, and he was so happy that he even forgot that he was afraid, and shouted happily in a long voice, "Okay! One by one, you wait. As he spoke, he took out three small wooden stools and let Shang Cheng sit on them, copying three bowls with one hand, and changing the spoon with the other hand to teach people to scoop the dregs and mix them with ingredients, and suddenly three bowls of fragrant soup were handed over to each person. The first mouthful of hot soup for the three of them was still swirling in their mouths, and the six peeled white raw chickens slipped into the soup by sticking to the edge of each person's bowl, and reached out to move the lantern to illuminate the three people's eating and drinking, and said earnestly, "If you want to add any ingredients, you three should order." If you want to order other pancakes, pancakes, sauce, and meat to fill your lungs, just open your mouth......"

Shang Cheng was very concerned, and he frowned and did not say anything about the hawker's words. Although the two pro-soldiers were greedy, they could only look at the food burden around them and swallow their saliva. Fortunately, Shang Cheng ate slowly, and the two of them hurriedly asked for two catties of sauce meat, a stack of large pancakes, and a jar of beef bone soup, all of which were wrapped and ready to be taken back to eat.

On the way they came, a swarthy figure suddenly appeared.

The two pro-soldiers were holding the bowl in their hands, their eyes were already staring at the person, seeing that the guy was silent, he came to this side without saying a word, and the two of them threw the bowl together, and in the crisp sound of the pottery bowl being broken, one soldier took two steps to block the man's way, and the other soldier was already in front of Shang Cheng.

The man also found that he was in a hurry for a moment, and hurriedly stood still, and shouted, "Great ......," and then hurriedly changed his words, "...... Master Huo is here one by one! ”

Only then did the two soldiers recognize that the person who came was also a personal soldier of Shang Cheng. They glared at their reckless companion in disgust.

"Master Huo? …… Uncle Seventeen? Shang Cheng asked suspiciously.

"Yes, it's the seventeenth master!" The soldier said.

Oh! Why did Uncle Seventeen come to Yanzhou? Suddenly hearing this news, Shang Cheng was surprised and delighted. It has been more than half a year since I met Huo Shiqi in West Malaysia in the spring, and I only heard some news about him from Sun Zhongshan and Bao Kan in September; And that time, Sun Zhongshan and the others were in a hurry to ask the doctor to treat him, and they came and went in a hurry, but they didn't talk to Huo Shiqi much, and they didn't know as much from the two of them as in the military newspaper. Sun Zhongshan raided the three towns of Yandong, Huo Shiqi's name was among the best in the march inspection record and merit book, and after Qian Laosan took over Beizheng, he also gave Huo Shiqi ten credits; Li Shen, who held the military and political power in Yandong, was even more favorable, and the credit books reported by Sun Qian and the others were not verified, and they were directly handed over to the camp with a seal......

"Where are the people?"

"It's all in the inn!"

When Shang Cheng rushed back to the post house, Bao Kan was talking to Huo Shiqi in the hall, and when he saw him enter the door, both of them stood up.

As soon as Shang Cheng entered the door, he didn't say a word, and first gave Huo Shiqi a long bow. Uncle Zhu Zi and Uncle Seventeen, these are the two people he is most grateful to since he came to this world that is still a mystery to this day. His wife is missing, Uncle Zhu has also passed away, and Uncle Seventeen is actually the closest person to him in this world. No matter what Huo Shiqi thinks in his heart, or how he looks at it, he has always regarded Uncle Seventeen as his uncle and Huo Shiqi's family as his relatives.

Huo Shiqi was also very excited, his dark and thin face was blooming with purple and red brilliance, his eyes were also shining with water, his lips were squirming, and he didn't know what he was muttering, and he almost hurriedly helped Shang Cheng up.

Shang Cheng let Huo Shiqi take a seat, and brought him a cup of fragrant tea with his own hands, and asked, "When did you arrive?" Don't let me know in advance, I'll send someone to pick you up. ”

"The second girl and I also just arrived, and we only entered the city when it was dark." Huo Shiqi hurriedly put down the teacup and said. His mood has not calmed down, his hands are still a little shaky, and he doesn't dare to hold the tea cup.

Shang Cheng noticed that Erya was also here. This little girl, who is very active on weekdays, wears a soft wrap on her head that scribes often wear, and wears a straight-necked green heavenly horse fur that men often wear, and she is uncharacteristically quiet, silently following her father's side, no wonder she didn't recognize her at a glance. Seeing Shang Cheng looking at him in some surprise, Erya turned red, lowered his head and picked his fingers and shouted, "Brother monk." ”

Shang Cheng smiled: "If you change into men's clothes, I almost won't recognize you." As he spoke, he turned his head and asked Huo Shiqi, "You just arrived, and you haven't eaten yet, have you?" ”

Bao Kan smiled and said beside him: "I have already asked people to go to the 'Louwailou' to call the banquet......"

Shang Cheng intercepted and said: "If you want the best, you want the table 'Eight Treasures'!" ”

Huo Shiqi has been to Yanzhou and knows that this "Shangbazhen" is the best banquet in the state city, not to mention it, but a few dishes made with foie gras and deer tendon and scarlet lips, each of which is five times the money is up, because he said: "Lao Bao said that he wanted to order a table of Bazhen, so I stopped it." Just the three of us, where can we eat eight treasures? That's ninety-two dishes! I have received your heart! Don't go for eight treasures, just shout something, and you can manage it to your heart's content. Bao Kan also explained with a smile: "I mean I want eight treasures on the table, but Uncle Seventeen disagrees, and I don't dare to make one by one, I want eight delicacies...... And they asked them to bring a jug of every good wine. ”

Now that they have already booked the banquet, Shang Cheng has no choice, so he can't return the banquet, right?

The hands and feet of the restaurant are nimble, and I know that this is the banquet of the old official post, several masters work together to carefully concoct, a moment of work, a group of guys carrying food boxes and holding wine jugs and carrying flat burdens, flickering into this courtyard, soon in the upper room set up a table, cloth down cups and plates, and in an instant a good banquet on the table is both neat and beautiful.

Shang Cheng greeted Huo Shiqi and said, "Sit!" All sat down to eat! ”