The sunflower seeds are fried very fragrantly, and Han Chuan followed Lati's suggestion and added a lot of licorice spices, one bite at a time, and tasted it with relish.

I also watched it with relish.

The plaque was hung up little by little, and it could be seen that the servants who pulled the rope in the wall were very careful, and everyone's eyes followed the plaque up and down.

The gongs and drums were noisy, and a ceremonial team was specially invited to beat the gongs and drums to create an atmosphere.

Han Chuan had never seen such a festive battle in the market, and with this pleasant atmosphere, his face was about to laugh.

The plaque is finally where it should be!

The crowd who watched the excitement clapped their hands and cheered, raising their voices, and the sound of "yo he" was considered to be fun.

Han Chuan also slapped with a smile and followed everyone, "Yo! ”

The little girl was very happy.

This red dust market smell, it's really lively.

The drum beat became dense.

The red cloth was violently pulled off by a middle-aged man who looked like a steward!

Han Chuan happily held the melon seeds, stood on tiptoe to see, the little girl had good eyesight, and when she saw the three big characters on the plaque from afar-

The originally joyful and peaceful sound of gongs and drums suddenly became a talisman,

The originally flavorful sunflower seeds suddenly became bitter and astringent,

The corners of the mouth that were originally beaming slowly deflated,

The melon seeds that were originally held in the palm of his hand were suddenly overturned to the ground.

Han Chuan came back to his senses and rubbed his eyes violently.

The three big characters on the plaque have not changed!

"Qin Wangfu"!

Please, some kind person will come and tell her...

Qin Wangfu, why are you here?!

Why did it appear in Dongtangzi Hutong!?

Shouldn't the Qin Palace's Mansion be in Houhai?!

Han Chuan tiptoed, unconsciously squeezing forward with the crowd.

The crowd was happy.

Nonsense!

The saint's own son, the prince's mansion was repaired at the door of his house.

Who isn't happy!?

This is tantamount to raising the value of the entire alley!

Joy is their...

Nothing...

"He shopkeeper!"

Someone laughed and called Han Chuan.

Han Chuan hurriedly raised his head, and saw that it was Yu Juzi, oh no, Mrs. Feng of Yu Jinshi's family was waving happily at her.

Han Chuan pulled the corners of his mouth, gave a wry smile, and suddenly remembered something, Han Chuan hurriedly shook his hand at Mrs. Feng, struggled to Mrs. Feng's side, grabbed Mrs. Feng's hand, his eyes were full of stars, and asked urgently and expectantly, "Madam, you must know that His Royal Highness King Qin is the first son of a saint today, right?" ”

What if the ban is wrong!

The King of Qin in the dream, isn't it the King of Qin now?!

What if it's another prince!

Maybe Han Chuan's gaze was too hot, and Mrs. Feng laughed - the little girl was so happy! Also, there is an additional mansion of King Qin in the alley, which is beneficial to the business of "Shixian" and harmless!

"His Royal Highness King Qin has just been sealed, and he is now the fourth son of the saint." Mrs. Feng thought that Han Chuan didn't come out of the palace? He smiled and bought one and got one free, reminding him in more detail, "His Royal Highness King Qin's mother is the concubine of Chengqian Palace..."

Mrs. Feng suddenly remembered something, bumped Han Chuan with her elbow, and lowered her voice with her eyebrows, "I heard our family say that the eldest prince is Ya, the second prince is expensive, and the third prince is a ruffian... Just this one, he looks handsome, his eyes are eyes, and his nose is his nose... Didn't the shopkeeper come out of the palace? Have you seen His Royal Highness King Qin in the palace before? It's handsome, right? ”

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The boss is chubby and happy, the second is sharp-mouthed and slapsed, and the third is dignified, but the anger between the eyebrows makes people retreat.

Isn't this the tallest of the short, the most handsome of the short?

Who can have long eyes and nose casually...

Hehe.

Han Chuan Mu pulled a smile in a daze, and responded to Mrs. Feng stiffly and silently.

Han Chuan returned to the restaurant like the walking corpse, and sat on the stool in the hall, his brain dizzy, as if he had eaten undercooked mushrooms.

People are a little decadent.

Latty saw the decadent and majestic back of her shopkeeper, and looked at Xiao Shuang'er in puzzlement.

Xiao Shuang'er patted Lati's shoulder, looking incomprehensible, "You don't understand." The shopkeeper went to see the excitement, the melon seeds were knocked over, and now he is unhappy. ”

Lati suddenly realized.

Han Chuan heard Xiao Shuang'er's conclusive speculation, and his shoulders collapsed, and he fell even more.

No matter how decadent it is, the food must be eaten, the store must be opened, and the money must be made - this is life.

Today, there is an endless stream of guests coming and going in the alley, horse-drawn carriages and pedestrians are intertwined, there are many people in the alley, but the business in the restaurant is not salty or light.

Mama Zhong looked out of the window lattice while dialing the abacus, and said with a smile, "In the end, it is a noble person, I see that there are all scarlet robes and red clothes coming in and out today." ”

The scarlet robe and red clothes are the officials above the third grade.

Han Chuan didn't raise his head.

Xu Yi was afraid that she was the latest among the four to open the mansion, and she remembered that the saint in her dream had come to the housewarming banquet of the second prince in person.

At the beginning, when the third prince was so angry that he came to the Qin Palace's mansion to eat wine, he dropped a whole cup, and he was afraid that it was this breath.

Xu Yi didn't seem to be anything, and he drank a good meal with the third prince before persuading the third prince to go back...

The hand that was writing the recipe paused.

She is a small people, what prince or prince has nothing to do with her, it's all in a dream.

She had thought about whether to move out, but then she thought about it, why did she move away!

She lived in Dongtangzi Hutong first!

When she bought a house, she thought about it and thought about it, picked and picked, and deliberately chose Hutongfangkou, which is very far away from Houhai!

When "Shi Xian" first opened the store, there were one or two customers a day, if it weren't for Zhang Sanlang's two hundred taels of silver, whether this store could be opened or not!

It's so easy to revitalize!

Made to the way she is now, why should she move away and start all over again!

The pen is slightly heavier.

It seems that he has a grudge against his father with that Chengxintang paper.

Mama Zhong glanced at Han Chuan's face, and smiled after a while.

The restaurant has few people, so it naturally closes early.

Han Chuan had no appetite at noon, only drank a small bowl of batter, but now he was hungry, Lati took the unsold mutton, fried a scallion fried mutton dumpling, and made noodles, and deliberately sold a handful in front of Han Chuan - stretched out his arms to make the noodles long and strong!

Underneath the boiling water, the roughly thinned ramen noodles roll around in the water.

Lati scooped up the noodles, poured them on the noodles, covered them with a fried golden sun egg, sprinkled with green green onions, and finally scooped a spoonful of fragrant spicy seeds.

A bowl of lamb ramen with green onions is ready.

The noodles are fragrant.

Han Chuan smiled and picked out a large chopstick, full of grease fragrance mixed with hot wheat fragrance, stuffed into his mouth and took a big bite, instantly bursting out with an incomparable and strange satisfaction.

"Closed again?

A voice bypassed the shadow wall.

A noodle suddenly shuttled into Han Chuan's nasal cavity, choking her on the square table and coughing, and after a while, her face was flushed.

A glass of water was handed to Han Chuan.

Han Chuan clutched his chest and looked up along the slender and good-looking fingers holding the water glass.