Han Chuan did what he said, and when he cooked food for Lati and the restaurant every day, he would reserve an extra one and put it in the food box, or let Xiao Shuang'er or Cui Er take it to the Qin Palace.

Cui Er didn't dare to go, but his straight back was frightened by the name of the Qin Palace, and he bent down again, picking at the corners of his clothes and stammering, "It's not that I won't go... I don't dare to go..."

Squinted at Han Chuan's face, and saw that the proprietress looked as usual, so she tried to be bold, "That's the prince!" He is the son of a saint! If I don't do anything wrong, won't I shout and kill..."

Han Chuan put the iron pot in his hand and looked at Cui Er.

The young man has grown better visibly in the past 20 days in "Shixian", not to mention anything else, his complexion is a lot ruddy.

It can be seen that life is comfortable.

It's good, I ask for a comfort in "Shixian".

"Tell me first, what kind of people do you think saints and princes are?" Han Chuan laughed, "Isn't it blowing your beard and glaring, and you look like those angry-eyed King Kong in the temple?" ”

Cui Er had seen that Qin Wangye, with clear eyebrows, white face and red lips, and a handsome and beautiful face.

Cui Er shook his head.

Isn't that it?

Han Chuan picked up the iron pot again, but saw Cui Ermo still twisting beside him, and thought about it, "Then think about it, you think that these princes and nobles are terrible and terrible, if you don't go, it's Xiao Shuang'er who goes, so don't you push Xiao Shuang'er into the fire pit?" ”

Cui Er's back straightened suddenly, frowning and thinking.

That's the truth!

If he doesn't go, it's someone else who will take risks, or a little girl who will take risks...

That's too unjust!

Cui Er pursed his mouth and thought for a long time, stomped his feet and gritted his teeth, "Okay!" I'll go! ”

Han Chuan smiled.

This kid is fine.

Timid but righteous, thoughtful but obedient.

Although he is a distant aunt and nephew, he has not learned Cui's shrunken and greedy temperament.

Han Chuan smiled and joked with Cui Er, "Once upon a time, there was a story about two farmers imagining the life of a saint. One said, 'I think the saint must have eaten all-you-can-eat white bread every day!' The other said: 'More than that, I think the emperor must have used a golden hoe to go down to the ground!' ’”

Cui Er burst out laughing.

Han Chuan also smiled, and patted the back of his head like Grandpa Bai, "Even if there are diners with a bad temper, your shopkeeper will definitely not ask you to entertain or send things, and he will definitely protect you thoroughly." ”

Cui Er thought about it and nodded emphatically.

If nothing else, just look at Latti's desperate protection of the shopkeeper, and the shopkeeper's love for Latty to treat a doctor at all costs, you can conclude that this place is a good place.

At least it's much better than Dingshengju.

When he was working there, he happened to meet the grandson of the spoon family who was seriously ill and urgently needed silver to see the disease, and the boss told the boss to advance the salary for the next five years, but the boss didn't do it...

Cui Er held the food box and went out with his head buried, thinking about these things in his head, but walking faster and faster under his feet - you have to do things well, otherwise you will be sorry for the proprietress of the person.

Han Chuan looked out the window, it was summer, the persimmon tree in the southeast corner was growing vigorously, the branches and leaves were luxuriant like a green umbrella, and he pursed his lips and smiled, the days will only get better and better.

After two days, the scars on Han Chuan's neck gradually faded, and the bruises on his face slowly subsided.

When Lati pinched the little teacup, the room was full of cheers.

Mama Zhong wiped the corners of her eyes and nodded, "Young people recover quickly, they can hold the teacup today, and they can hold the knife handle tomorrow, we are not in a hurry, there will always be a day when it will completely improve." ”

Lati couldn't speak, and smiled sheepishly.

With a sour nose, he touched the door of Lati's head, touched the sweat of his hand, and then looked up at the sky, the weather in early June, the hot sun shone down, and the room was hot, like a steamer on fire.

Han Chuan thought for a while, turned his head and asked Shuang'er to go to the eastern suburbs market, "... Buy some ice and come back, and sleep at night and set it up for your house.

Beijing is not having a good time in winter and summer, if you are diligent and hurry up in winter, prepare more firewood, you can still raise the fire kang to warm up, and in summer it is really no money to be cool.

In the palace, there is a special ice cellar to store ice, which is not used by non-favorite concubines, except for the palace of Qu Guifei and Queen Gong, there is no shortage every day, even the palace of Concubine Shu is also customized, and it is gone when it is used up.

This is still the case in the palace, and it is not mentioned by the people.

In the previous dynasty, the official family built an ice well platform in the east of the city, dug a deep hole, accumulated ice widely, and used it exclusively for the palace, and later built an ice cellar alley, which was sold to the outside world like official salt, but at this price.

Ahem, it once reached the point of being equivalent to Jinbi.

There are also well-to-do families who dig holes in their homes to hide ice.

Ice, this thing, in the summer, is like cordyceps ginseng, it is a rarity.

Shuang'er heard that she was going to buy ice, and she hesitated, "... It's a little expensive..."

Han Chuan didn't raise his eyes, "What are you afraid of?" Can't people earn money yet? When people are comfortable, they can do things well and live well. ”

As he spoke, he gave Shuang'er a bag of silver, about fifty taels.

After thinking about it, he asked Shuang'er to go to Guanya to find Craftsman Zhou, and dug a cellar next to the well in the backyard, which was not a big victory, and just put in the ice bought for fifty taels of silver and stored it.

Han Chuan bent his waist and looked at the ice in the cellar, and he had a plan in his heart.

In the evening, when Xiao Su came to pick up the meal, Han Chuan smiled and asked him to wait, and after a while, he took out a small porcelain bowl from the cellar, put it in the food box alone, and asked Xiao Su with a smile, "Now that the day is getting hotter, you let your master eat this first, and then eat after a while, your appetite may be better." ”

Xiao Su said "ouch", "I'm bothering you!" The small ones must be conveyed word by word! ”

What's the message......

Han Chuan was a little confused.

Isn't this that the store is closed, and Zhang Sanlang is busy with marriage these days, and he can't find anyone to try the dishes?

What's there to convey about this?

Han Chuan was stunned, and watched Xiao Su happily leave with the food box.

Xiao Su went back with the food box, and Su Yu, the little girl guarding in front of the Dongyuan study, saw that it was him, looked back at the room, and said in a low voice, "... Father-in-law Xiaosu, who just came in from the front door, is now bored... Pay attention. ”

Xiao Su rolled his eyes and handed over a small hosta.

Su Yu pursed her lips and smiled, her sleeves and pockets were tightened, and she gently pulled the door curtain open.

As soon as Xiao Su entered, he saw Xu Yi sitting facing the window, glanced at the desktop, and folded a few origami folds, as Su Yu said, the atmosphere was a little stuffy.

"Master..."Xiao Su bowed and called, "Today's meal has been sent back from the tail of the alley, and the shopkeeper He personally brought a bowl of freshly made bowls, saying that the weather is hot these days, and please appetize." ”