Feng Qianmi's face looked a little embarrassed, and he didn't seem to really want to go to the noodle restaurant in Ruan Cixi's mouth.

Seeing Feng Qianmi's expression, Ruan Cixi only reacted at this time, the noble Prince of Xuanlang in front of him may not have eaten this street noodles, and the food he eats on weekdays must be carefully cooked.

Ruan Cixi was a little embarrassed, and she realized that she was also a little lacking in heart?

"Forget it, I was just thinking about drinking hot noodle soup to warm up." Ruan Cixi muttered, and immediately gave up the idea of going to a noodle restaurant.

"It's not ......" Feng Qianmi knew that Ruan Cixi had misunderstood, and sighed and replied, "I just don't like to eat noodles." ”

He is not so delicate, he used to be able to eat even cold and hard steamed buns, let alone this steaming pasta.

Ruan Cixi was skeptical, but Feng Qianmi said that she didn't like it, and she couldn't force people to go.

"Okay, let's go to the teahouse and sit down, just so that Changxin can find us." Ruan Cixi scratched his head, looked around, and pointed to the teahouse and said.

"Are you hungry?" Feng Qianmi asked hesitantly.

Feng Qianmi remembered that he still went to find Ruan Cixi after dinner, it stands to reason that Ruan Cixi should have already eaten a lunch, and just now on the painting boat, those pastries and fruits were all eaten by Ruan Cixi unconsciously.

I'm going to a noodle shop again, right......

"No......" Ruan Cixi looked at Feng Qianmi speechlessly, "Do I look able to eat?" I had just finished lunch when we came out, okay! ”

Feng Qianmi touched her nose and smiled softly.

"Then let's go to the teahouse and sit down."

Most of the small teahouses on the street have a storyteller in charge, telling storytellers to pass the time for some tea drinkers.

Most of the people who come to the teahouse are just to be idle, and after a busy day, they come to the teahouse to chat about gossip and interesting stories, and they steal half a day of leisure.

"Your Highness, have you ever been in this kind of teahouse?" Thinking of Feng Qianmi's identity, Ruan Cixi asked curiously.

A person of honorable status like them, even if he wants to talk about something and drink tea, he shouldn't come to such a lively little teahouse, right?

Just like Jinlin Society, which of the people who go there to watch the play is not a dignitary, and ordinary people watch the play or something, they all watch it under the stage outside the Jinlin Society, and two places are specially circled, for fear that something will happen on both sides.

It's not that Jinlin Society discriminates against ordinary people, but that some nobles who think they are superior will look down on those ordinary people, and often make people feel a sense of being bullied.

Similarly, some small people in the market naturally look down on rich people, and they have a sense of hatred for those nobles in their hearts.

Separating the two sides can be regarded as just in case, to some extent, to protect those people who just want to watch a play.

There is no big difference in the singing of this play, at most, the people who sing the opera will be different, and the service will be more thoughtful in the infield, after all, the tickets for the infield are still much more expensive, and the quality is also guaranteed, and you have to afford the price.

"I've been here."

Feng Qianmi took a sip of a pot of tea prepared for each table, smiled and replied, "I have also drunk this kind of tea made from cheap tea leaves." ”

In fact, he has experienced a lot of things that he shouldn't have experienced in this identity, but others don't know it.

Just like Ruan Cixi now, he feels that a person of his status should be carefree from a young age, and should not be dyed with the smell of the well.