Ran Changle suddenly became excited, ran a small step, and blurted out: "Uncle Yan!" ”

Yan Zheng heard someone call him, retracted his gaze, and saw a little girl at the door, smiling, her eyes were bright and clean, and she was looking at him excitedly.

It's not that he discriminates against this thin girl with a black mole on her forehead, it's that he really doesn't know this little girl.

He was puzzled: "Little girl, do you know the old man?" ”

Ran Changle realized that she had made a mistake: she knew Uncle Yan when she was three years old, and now ten years have passed, she has grown up and brought a mask again, and Uncle Yan definitely doesn't know her anymore.

Her big eyes were full of excitement and admiration, and she said: "Guozi Priest Wine is a famous Confucian in the Northern Underworld, who doesn't know who doesn't know, and the younger generation has the courage to call Uncle Yan." ”

Yan Zheng's face was silent.

Ran Changle is not angry, literati have always been high-minded. What's more, is it a contemporary Confucian, the son of the country to supervise the sacrificial wine?

She still smiled and said, "Sacrificial wine, please inside!" ”

Yan Zheng pointed to the scroll in his hand and read: "The egret flies in front of the West Cold Mountain, and the peach blossoms flow and the mandarin fish are fat." Green hats, green clothes, slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return. But the king of the mouth was taken away from the fish feast? ”

The mouth of the king is free and easy, and he doesn't like the rules. This poem, perhaps implying his intentions, is that of the eighteen poems, he took this one alone.

Ran Changle smiled lightly and said, "Yes, sacrificial wine." Wang Gourmand loves this one. ”

"'Love this song alone'? Could it be that there are others? The solemn tone was calm, and it was difficult to hide the surprise in the tone.

"There are seventeen more in the lobby."

"I wonder if the old man can go and see it?" Solemnly asked.

"Sake please!" Ran Changle smiled lightly and made a gesture of please.

Yan Zheng entered the lobby.

He first looked around and commanded, "Clean your hands." Ear washing. ”

Ran Changle pursed his lips and snickered, but he didn't expect that ten years later, Uncle Yan still retained this habit.

I remember when I was young, Uncle Yan often came to Ranfu to listen to my father's performance. Every time before listening to music, he had to wash his hands and ears.

Daddy once said that when Uncle Yan encounters something he admires or is amazed, he always cleans his hands and washes his ears to show respect.

Therefore, when she heard Yan Zheng say to clean her hands and ears, she felt very kind and warm, as if she had returned to her childhood, she sat next to Uncle Yan and listened to her father's gonghou together.

When she came back to her senses and was about to go to fetch water, she found that Lu Sheng had already fetched water and was coming.

After cleaning his hands solemnly, washing his ears, and dusting off his clothes, he turned to the left side of the door and looked at it carefully from the first one.

The first one, he watched for half an hour.

In the second one, he watched it for an hour.

Then, bow down to these two poems. Turn away.

Ran Changle was busy lifting the food box and said with a smile: "The younger generation is very happy to be able to come to the sacrificial wine." I made sweet and sour Yellow River carp, please try it. ”

Yan Zheng's eyes were clean and translucent, and although her face was yellow, her smile was sincere and bright.

He nodded and took it himself.

and took out ten taels of silver from his sleeve and handed it to Ran Changle.

She still smiled lightly and shook her head. She made fish for him, out of the filial piety of the younger generation to the elders, how could she receive money from the elders?

"The old man never takes advantage of others." Said solemnly.

Ran Changle took the silver coin with both hands and bowed.

When the solemn carriage disappeared on Suzaku Street, Ran Changle withdrew his gaze.

Lu Sheng stood slightly bent over, raised his head, and affirmed: "The fish girl knows Lord Jiu Yan, the priest of the country. ”

Ran Changle shook his head, the identity of the fish girl, except for her father, the medical saint and her three maids, no one knows.

Lu Sheng looked at her eyes and said word by word: "The sacrificial wine is the person I most admire in Lu Sheng's life, if the fish girl uses the reputation of strict sacrificial wine to start the signboard of the fish banquet, no wonder I don't miss the feeling of working together!" ”

Dare to blatantly threaten himself, except for the Hell King, Lu Sheng.

Ran Changle smiled without being angry, and said, "Do you know the shopkeeper Lu for sacrificial wine?" ”

"I don't know." Lu Sheng admired, "He is a great Confucian in the literary world, and the belief of the people in the world is also ...... My faith. ”

"Good. I promise you! Although sacrificial wine is not my faith, it is also the person I admire the most. Ran Changle replied solemnly.

Until the end of the evening, the fish banquet did not enter a single guest.

But today's fish feast has gathered the attention of the whole city, and all kinds of things have spread through various channels.

"In this way, Yan Qing is going for the calligraphy." Today, the saint listened to Gonggong Wu's report and said, "Wait, the fish banquet will soon be famous all over the world." ”

"The king of Diao went to the party, which shows at least two points: first, the fish in the fish banquet is indeed different; The second is that the temperament of this fish girl has entered his eyes. ”

"I'm going to go tomorrow morning to see what's so special about this fish feast!"

"What? The priest stayed at the fish feast for an hour and a half? Did you take a sticker with you when you left? ”

"When Ben Sheng solves the important matter at hand, he will go to you."

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"Miss, that is to say, the fish banquet only earned eighty taels of silver today?" Momozhi quickly finished his mental calculations and blurted out.

"Nope. It's ten taels. Ran Changle replied humming a little song.

"A plate of sweet and sour fish is ten taels, a plate of steamed sea bass is fifty taels, and the sacrificial wine is ten taels. Isn't it sixty taels? Momoeda asked suspiciously.

"Confiscate the silver of the king of the mouth." Ran Changle continued to hum the community.

She always thought that a big gourmand like King Diao was the guest of every general and restaurant, and he was also the person hand-picked by the emperor, and he must have a lot of money.

The fact is that he, like his master, has his pockets cleaner than his face!

I learned from Nalanze that King Zui Diao did have a lot of money, but his money was distributed to the poor people in Xicheng.

He even abandoned the mansion given by the emperor and built a wooden house in the slums of Xicheng to facilitate the relief of poor children.

There is such a person as King Diao, she will not accept his money no matter what.

"Well, he helped Miss." Momoeda said that she thought it was his help, so the young lady did not accept his money.

Ran Changle smiled and didn't explain, it was good to think so, and he maintained the face of the king of Diao, and continued to hum the community.

"Open for a whole day, two guests, ten taels of silver. The young lady is still in the mood to sing. What can I do? The peach branch knocked on his hand, and he was anxious.

"It's only the first day, no rush, no hurry." Ran Changle stopped the song, pursed his lips and smiled, "Rest early, there will be a cane to fight tomorrow!" ”

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