"Great ......, husband, which square pavilion shall we go to first?" Fan Ji never forgot the purpose of coming out this time.

"Those students haven't started arguing yet, let's visit those shops before we go to the Sifang Pavilion." A weekend look at the busy streets.

Fan Ji frowned slightly. The weekend immediately changed his tune: "We can't just look at one square pavilion, we should look at the customs of the entire Yingdu and better understand the lives of the people." Only when it is time to govern can we give them what they really need. ”

Fan Ji couldn't stop nodding after listening. "What the husband said makes sense."

She has been in the boudoir for a long time, where does she know the twists and turns in her heart on the weekend. She believed whatever he said.

Fan Ji like this is so cute.

On the weekend, he took her hand by the cover of his wide sleeves.

"Husband, this is a big court."

"What's the matter, and no one sees it."

Fan Ji blushed and tried to break free of his hand, but the disparity in strength was so great that no matter how much she struggled, her hand was firmly held in his palm.

"If you struggle again, don't blame your husband for kissing you in public." The corners of the weekend's mouth hooked up a playful smile.

Fan Ji was really afraid that he would do this, although the people of Chu were unrestrained, they could not make affectionate moves in public, so they had to disarm and surrender and let the weekend hold her hand.

I was very happy on the weekend, holding hands and walking on the streets of Yingdu like this, the two of them were like ordinary couples. And some of them are like modern shopping couples.

Fan Ji was very uncomfortable, and lowered her head weakly as a thief, afraid that others would see the hand she was holding secretly. But passers-by have their own things to do, and who cares if they are holding hands or not.

Fan Ji's entire head was almost buried in the collar, like a quail.

On weekends to relax her, take her to see the rouge water first. Women are inherently inherently inherently intolerant of cosmetics. When I entered the rouge shop, the shopkeeper greeted me warmly. "What do you two want to buy?"

The shopkeeper reads countless people, and he is very accurate in looking at people. Although the two of them were dressed in regular clothes, the clothes on their bodies looked like they were made of fine silk. People who can afford to wear such clothes must be big customers.

Look at the grandeur of the whole body, and the beauty of the little lady. If it weren't for the big family, where would they be able to protect this beautiful little lady. Maybe it's from the minister's house.

The shopkeeper kept smiling on his face, and the smile went straight to the bottom of his eyes. If this business is done well, maybe there will be another old customer with strong economic strength.

The weekend glanced at the layout of the rouge shop, and said, "Take out all your best rouge gouache." ”

"Okay, please wait." The shopkeeper turned around and took out the rouge of different colors.

In order to make it easier for Fan Ji to choose, Zhou Zhou let go of the hand holding Fan Ji.

Everything in the palace of the king of Chu is the best, but there are not so many types of rouge.

Fan Ji's attention was completely attracted by the rouge with different colors in front of her, and she didn't even notice that her hand was released, looking at this for a while, looking at that for a while, and finally picking a purple rouge.

"Try it if you like. I think you're going to look good with this color. Weekend looked at her and said.

Fan Ji dipped some powder and tried it.

"Madame is really a good eye, this rouge is the best rouge in our shop, and the queen is using it. Madame, even if you try it, if it doesn't look good, I don't want a penny. "People who do business will brag about what they sell.

Hearing his words, Fan Ji smiled.

"Madame, don't you believe me? If Madame can't believe me, you can inquire about it. My rouge shop has been open for decades, and none of those ladies don't use my rouge. ”

Weekend covered his lips and smiled. "How much? Wrap me up. ”

"A total of 200 copper coins."

"Husband." Fan Ji frowned tightly, this shopkeeper's boasting, if he is not honest or untruthful, he should be taught a lesson, how can he really buy his family's rouge.

Weekend smiled and said, "I think it's beautiful." "There is no treachery and no business, although the shopkeeper lied, but the color of this rouge really lined Fan Ji.

"Really?" Fan Ji's face was half shy, half happy.

"Of course it's true." On the weekend, he took out the silver and gave it to the shopkeeper, and said solemnly to Fan Ji.

was praised by her husband, and Fan Ji was suddenly overjoyed.

The shopkeeper was also secretly happy when he received the silver. These two people are really as valuable as he thought, otherwise where could they be two silver ingots.

The shopkeeper's face was happy.

After visiting the rouge shop, I took Fan Ji to eat street snacks on the weekend. Before Weifu's private interview, he once asked Qin Qian what snacks were available on the streets of Yingdu.

The old guy is still single, but he will enjoy life. He was basically familiar with the vendors on the street. He is also very particular about eating, and he will not put it in his mouth at all if it is not a good thing.

On the weekend, I sat down with Fan Ji at a wonton stall on the street.

It's time for dinner, and there are people sitting at the adjacent tables, all of them rough people.

"Damn, why are you so grinding to cook a ravioli?" Some diners shouted impatiently and cursed.

The shopkeeper was a woman, already in her sixties, to say the least, and scolded rudely: "You starve to death and reincarnate? ”

The diner burst out laughing. Didn't care at all about the old woman's rude abuse. Other diners burst into laughter.

Fan Ji frowned and asked, "Husband, it's really indecent to eat on the street, or let's go eat elsewhere." "These people are too vulgar too.

It's not that Fan Ji is coquettish, but she has been held by the identity since she was a child, and she hasn't seen the street food, let alone eat.

"I heard Qin Qian say that the wontons here are delicious, how can I not taste them when I come out of a trip?"

In modern times, I sometimes go to the street to eat some snacks on weekends, not to mention that some snacks are really classic and authentic. Wontons from a thousand years ago, I don't know how different they are from modern times. "Shopkeeper, two bowls of wontons."

Fan Ji endured the discomfort and frowned. The weekend looked in the eyes and didn't say anything. During the Qing Dynasty, when the Empress Dowager Cixi fled, she ate Wowotou once, and she thought it was delicious. Fan Ji also eats those delicacies from the mountains and seas all day long, and occasionally eats these snacks to change the flavor, maybe you will fall in love with it once you eat it.

Although it is a small roadside shop, the business is very good and the seats are full. After waiting for a while, the old woman brought the wontons.

"It smells so good!" I sniffed it over the weekend and began to feast on it.

Fan Ji hesitated and slowly moved the chopsticks, first learned to smell it as it was on the weekend, and stuffed a wonton into his mouth. "How?"

Fan Ji couldn't help but say, "It's delicious!" ”

She ate a few more. "It's better than what the imperial chef makes."