It turned out that because it was a casual store, Zeng Rong and Ah Tao didn't think much about it, and they didn't pay attention to the street where the two of them were, but after pushing the door, a cool air hit, and the two of them secretly broke down at the same time, and they also glanced at each other with a sharp heart.

This shop actually put ice cubes in the house to cool down, and based on this, you can guess without asking that this kind of store is not what they should be in.

If nothing else, isn't Fairview a ready-made example?

"Let's go, don't wait for people to pick us up." Ah Tao leaned over and bit Zeng Rong's ear and said.

Zeng Rong nodded, but before the two of them could take a step, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old junior came over, "What do you want to drink?" ”

Zeng Rong was embarrassed to slip away now.

Fortunately, there is a water sign at the door, which reads "Sour Plum Soup Shiwen Herbal Tea Bawen", this price Zeng Rong is barely acceptable, every time she goes out, she will put a string of money on her body for emergency.

So, Zeng Rong generously asked for two bowls of sour plum soup and found a place under the guidance of Xiao Er.

After sitting down, Zeng Rong found that this shop is expensive, not to mention the use of ice cubes to cool down, the furniture inside is quite particular about the material and workmanship, better than the average home, and there are two rows of private rooms on the north and west walls, hanging the door curtain, one of the rooms came from the sound of several men chanting, and there were seven or eight people sitting outside the door, who were also chatting while drinking.

It seems that this is not only a teahouse, but also a place for literati and students to gather.

Zeng Rong paid attention to it, and the hall outside was either a maid and a scholar, or a maid or maid, so it was no wonder that Xiao Er allowed them to enter the door.

When Zeng Rongzheng was looking around, Ah Tao sat opposite her and thought, "What kind of sour plum soup costs ten yuan for a bowl, and twenty yuan is enough to buy a pound of meat, so you should listen to my don't come in... ”

"Shh Zeng Rong saw Xiao Er coming over with a tray.

In addition to a bowl of sour plum soup for each person, they were also presented with a piece of pea yellow, which was placed in a small white porcelain dish with two small cherries on it, which was very beautiful.

Now Ah Tao is not broken, because cherries are not usually affordable for people like them, and this pea yellow looks better than the outside, the color is delicate and pure, and the smell is sweet and delicious, so the corners of her mouth quickly grinned at the root of her ears, and she smiled so much that she couldn't see her eyebrows.

Zeng Rong smiled, took a sour plum soup and tasted it, the taste was very pure, refreshing, and the color was rich and moist, no worse than what Xu Fu made.

And Ah Tao first couldn't wait to shovel the two cherries with a small spoon and put them in his mouth, squinted his eyes and tasted them for a while, and then said, "It turns out that cherries taste like this." ”

"This should be kept fresh with ice cubes, the cherries are long out of season, and the fresh cherries that have just come down are delicious." Zeng Rong said smoothly.

Soon, she realized that she had said the wrong thing, she came from a rural village in the south, and she had never seen cherries at all, how could she know this?

Sure enough, as soon as her voice fell, Ah Tao's eyes widened, "Have you eaten before?" ”

"Ate it once." Zeng Rong lied.

Fortunately, Ah Tao is not a person who likes to get to the bottom of things, and soon her attention was attracted by the sour plum soup, which is undoubtedly the best sour plum soup she has ever drunk.

Naturally, it was also the best pea yellow she had ever tasted.

"Sure enough, there is a reason why it is expensive, these things are much more delicious than the last time we bought them in Chaohua Temple." Tao licked her tongue unsatisfactorily.

"Okay, I'll come back next time." Zeng Rong got up to leave.

Coincidentally, at the checkout, the curtain on the east side was lifted, and a fifteen or sixteen-year-old blue-clothed young man strode out angrily, and then another sixteen or seventeen-year-old man in purple also came out with his sleeves flailed.

Immediately afterwards, the two little guys who were sitting together and chatting got up, one of them quickly followed the first young man in blue, and the other followed the young man in purple. ”

The young man in blue paused, he was about to stop, but when he looked at the young man in purple following behind him, he dropped a sentence, "I'll wait for you outside." And he went out.

And the young man in purple saw that the other party's little girl turned around to buy sour plum soup, and also said to his entourage: "You also buy two bowls for the young lady to take back." ”

"Ah Rong, you shouldn't have brought enough money, right?" Ah Tao pushed Zeng Rong, who was standing stupidly and didn't move, at that time, the shopkeeper had already asked her for money, but Zeng Rong didn't respond.

That's right, Zeng Rong's hands and feet were cold at this time, motionless, and he lost the ability to think.

Although it was many years later, she still recognized at a glance that the purple-clothed young man was Wang Fan, the prince of Zhenyuan, and the "Miss" in his mouth must be Wang Chuchu, because Wang Chuchu likes to drink sour plum soup very much.

This is really a narrow road, the capital is so big, and it was encountered so quickly.

Ah Tao's words successfully attracted everyone's attention, and Zeng Rong also came back to his senses under Ah Tao's push, and when he was about to pay the money, an attendant next to him said, "I paid for her." ”

Zeng Rong had already taken out the money at this time, "No, I'll pay it myself." ”

"You don't know me anymore? Last time in Chaohua Temple, Dragon Boat Festival, you and your sister went to watch the dragon boat race together, we are fellow villagers. The other party reminded.

"It's you, I'm sorry, I was talking to my friend, and I didn't recognize you for a while." Zeng Rong knew that this person was Xiaoqing's elder brother Ah Chen, so the third son in his mouth should be Ouyang Ji's third brother Ouyang Lin.

"I heard my sister say, you work in the splendid workshop, our lady likes your embroidery very much, and also took the things you embroidered to our third son to identify, our third son also praised the girl's ingenuity, and can embroider those small animals so similarly, hehe, I'm sorry, I won't say those words that praise people, I just remember that it probably means."

"Practice makes perfect, and I can't afford to be praised by your son and young lady." Zeng Rong said as he counted out twenty dollars to the shopkeeper.

"No, I'll do it for you." The other party grabbed the copper plate that Zeng Rong took out and wanted to return it.

"No, I'll go first." Zeng Rong pulled Ah Tao and ran out, she didn't want to push back and forth with the other party.

What's more, Wang Fan is staring at her, most likely because he heard Xiaoqing's brother's sentence "We are fellow villagers", and Zeng Rong's work in the Splendid Workshop is also easy to make the other party think of the Xu family.

For some reason, Zeng Rong had a hunch that they would definitely meet again.

But what she was curious about was, how could Ouyang Lin be with Wang Fan?

Wang Fan is the son of the Marquis of Zhenyuan, and Ouyang Lin is the son of the Hubu Shilang, what is the connection between this?