Ye Xipo took out a piece of broken silver from his arms, shook it in front of the little beggar's eyes, and then smiled and withdrew it into his arms.

"Lang Jun, please come here, I guarantee that you are satisfied with your food!"

The little beggar immediately took on the spring breeze, made a "please" gesture, and led the way in front of him.

At the east end of the street, a broken curtain hangs from an adobe house, on which is written the word "food". A faint smell of wine came from inside the curtain, and half the street was filled with a slightly drunken smell.

"Dr. Rice, there are no mutton steamed cakes, just come up!"

The little beggar lifted the curtain and walked in with a big grin.

"Go, go, go! You haven't eaten yet, and you don't have extra food to give you alms. ”

Dr. Fan is about to shoot someone.

"Look down on people? Today there are rich people to treat, and there is money! ”

The little beggar pointed behind him proudly.

Dr. Fan chuckled in his heart, craned his neck and looked back, almost out of breath.

"Why don't you go away quickly, the little beggar is followed by a little beggar, what kind of rich man is pretending?"

Ye Xipo frowned, took out a piece of broken silver, slapped it in Dr. Fan's hand, didn't look back, went straight to an empty table, Shi Shiran knelt on the soft cushion.

Dr. Fan looked at the broken silver in his hand, was stunned for a moment, and immediately shouted: "Two distinguished guests, two mutton steamed cakes first!" ”

The little beggar ran to the next table, patted the floating soil on his clothes, and sat down on his knees decently, staring at the back kitchen with two eyes, hoping that the mutton steamed cakes would be served early.

Ye Xipo saw that he was talking and behaving well, although his face was black, his eyes were shining brightly, like stars in the night, and he was slightly surprised in his heart.

After a while, two drawers of hot mutton steamed cakes were served, and Dr. Fan brought two dishes and wooden chopsticks, and respectfully placed them on the table for the two.

"Dr. Rice, is there anything else to eat?" Ye Xipo asked.

"There are also some cured meats, pickled vegetables, stuffed mutton, and white-cut pork, do you need it?"

"Bring some of them to us, let's taste them."

Dr. Fan happily returned to the back kitchen, and after a while, he brought out seven or eight plates of various side dishes and put them on the table for two.

Ye Xipo opened the cage drawer, and there were eight fist-sized white steamed cakes inside, which were very similar to modern meat buns. Ye Xipo also tasted a few pickles and cured meats, but he was disappointed. These pickled foods have only a salty taste and no spicy flavor and other spice flavors. During the Tang Dynasty, chili peppers had not yet been introduced, and various flavor materials were extremely scarce and expensive, which were not available to ordinary people.

As soon as a basket of mutton steamed cakes was eaten, Dr. Fan brought two large pots of stuffy mutton and put them on the table for the two. Ye Xipo picked up a large piece and put it in his mouth, not only the meat is delicate, the entrance is melting, the most commendable thing is that the mutton itself does not have the slightest fishy smell, if you put in the seasoning, it will make the mutton lose a lot of color, and you can't taste the fresh flavor of the mutton itself.

The little beggar next to him looked like a hungry wolf and a tiger before the food was served, but now he sat there and ate his food but chewed slowly, looking extremely gentle, and he didn't look like a beggar begging along the street, but like a rich boy from a scholarly family.

Although the food is extremely delicate and slow, the little beggar has never stopped the chopsticks in his hand, as if he is using the spirit of his whole body to eat all the food on the table into his stomach, and strive to absorb every bit of nutrition and calories of the food into his own body, and transform it into his own hope and motivation for survival.

At this moment, Ye Xipo was already full and could no longer eat a mouthful of food. There were still a few pieces of lamb and some salty pickles left on the table.

The little beggar next to him had already swept away all the food on his table, glanced at Ye Xipo's dining table, and asked, "Lang Jun can't eat it?" ”

Ye Xipo burped, stretched out his hand and said, "If you don't dislike it, please take care of yourself." ”

The little beggar looked happy, brought all the food on Ye Xipo's table, and buried his head in eating. Finally, he took out a dirty silk scarf from his bosom, carefully poured the cured meat and pickles on it, tied a strong dead knot, and put it back in his bosom.

"Dr. Rice, check out!"

Ye Xipo looked at the little beggar's actions, was slightly surprised, and turned his head to beckon Dr. Fan to settle the bill.

"Your silver has been weighed, and it is enough for two cents, and the meal for the two of you just now totaled half a penny, which has been hinged down. You can put the rest away carefully, and if you find that the pounds are wrong, you can immediately weigh them in person. ”

Ye Xipo took the broken silver that had been hinged off a small corner, and couldn't help but sigh that the purchasing power of silver in the Tang Dynasty was so high. The gold and silver on his body seemed to be a very valuable asset.

"Lang Jun, where are you going, I will give you the work of dogs and horses."

The little beggar was full of burps, and his lower abdomen was obviously raised, I really don't know where he got so much perseverance, he could eat so much food in one meal, more than double that of Ye Xipo.

"There's a place to sell clothes here, and you're wearing too thin, so let's both buy decent cotton clothes."

Ye Xipo looked at the torn cotton clothes on his body, and even the cotton wool fell out. The little beggar was even more pitiful, and he didn't know how he survived, wearing a single coat on such a cold day, and he didn't freeze to death.

The little beggar was overjoyed to hear this, and was busy leading the way.

In a short time, the two of them came to a cloth shop, which was covered with all kinds of fabrics and some precious furs.

"Get out of here, don't touch my fabric!"

A middle-aged woman with high cheekbones rushed over with a ruler and hit the little beggar directly on the head. Who knows, the little beggar's body is extremely agile, and he misses several hits in a row.

"Boss, you look down on people, why are you beating me!"

The little beggar turned around and came behind the proprietress and reached out to stroke her buttocks, revealing a lewd smile.

Ye Xipo smiled bitterly and shook his head, the old saying is really true.

However, the age of this little beggar is really young, and the object of his flirtation is really old. I really don't know how much taste this little beggar has, and he can do it to the proprietress who is forty or fifty years old.

"You're his companion, and you're not a good bird!"

The proprietress beat the little beggar several times, and happened to see Ye Xipo shaking his head and smiling as if he was pretending to be an uncle, and the ruler in his hand immediately turned around, and fell firmly, hitting Ye Xipo's head impartially.

"Oops!"

Ye Xipo screamed miserably, turned around and ran.