Chapter 125: It's not a matter of five taels of silver
In the liquor store.
Wei Han wiped the corners of his mouth and said to Shi Yan, "Check out." β
"Five plates of braised beef, a plate of duck tongue in sauce, a pot of soju, and a bowl of Yangchun noodles, a total of one hundred and sixty-five taels of silver." Shi Yan reported it out eloquently.
One hundred and sixty-five taels is certainly not much for Wei Han, who is carrying 10,000 taels of silver tickets, but the table next door has just been half priced......
Wei Han sat upright at the table and didn't move for a while.
"Master?" Shi Yan shouted in confusion.
Cool eyes swept towards him.
Shi Yan was blessed to his heart, and said in a low voice: "Erasing zero will definitely not work." β
Half? Just kidding, the little guard, who has completely regarded himself as the second child of the shop, didn't think about it at all.
Wei Han was slightly unhappy in his heart, and glanced at the plain-clothed girl on the counter.
It's not a matter of five taels of silver.
At the same time, when he ate in the lobby, he saved more than 400 taels at half price at the table next door, and when it was his turn, he didn't even wipe a fraction of five taels of silver, which was bullying him for having a lot of money?
However, the braised beef is really delicious, and the duck tongue in sauce is also delicious......
Wei Han always thought that he was a person who had no desires and no desires, until he ate the bowl of noodles, and everything seemed to have changed.
was unhappy for a moment, after all, no one coaxed, Wei Han silently adjusted his mood and asked, "What kind of dish is tomorrow?" β
"Tomorrow there will be a thousand layers of leaves, fresh and slightly sweet, with a little spicy, especially delicious." Shi Yan said, swallowing his saliva.
Wei Han squinted at him: "Have you tasted it?" β
Shi Yan's heart tightened, and he hurriedly said: "No! β
Seeing that the master was still staring at him, the little guard was about to cry in fright, so he almost knelt down and swore to the sky: "It's really not!" Listen to what Kou'er said, and Kou'er asked the master Fu Xiugu. β
"Oh." Wei Han took out the silver ticket and handed it over.
Shi Yan took a look at it and said busily: "Wait a minute, I will give you change." β
The master is different from the poor Shangshu and the poor sacrificial wine, and the 1,000 taels of silver tickets are said to be paid, so there is no need to keep accounts.
"No need, next time." Wei Han got up, thought about it and walked in front of Luo Sheng.
Luo Sheng looked at him calmly: "Is there something wrong with the prince?" β
Could it be that she gave half the price to the table next door, and the prince still wants to trouble her?
It's a bit confusing to figure out how much you can't handle.
Lin Shu is her nephew, if she is not afraid that eating for free will attract attention, or she will be happy to stay in the wine store for a long time.
King Kaiyang is a member of the Wei family, if she comes completely according to her heart, she doesn't even want to sell it if she gives more money.
Sensing the other party's coldness, Wei Han did not retreat, and said in a light tone: "Chicken is more delicious." β
Although the louver is good, it is difficult to satisfy the stomach.
Luo Sheng was stunned when he heard this, and looked at Wei Han deeply.
Is this really the cold-faced Yama in the mouth of Northern Qi?
The scarlet-clothed flames, the eyebrows and eyes are like ink, it is the Kaiyang King, yes.
After a moment of silence, Luo Sheng said: "There will be a dish of oily chicken tomorrow." β
Originally, there was none, and the brine of the marinated beef could still be used, and soon it was a pot of fragrant beef out of the pot.
It is also convenient to marinate some pig ears, pig trotters, duck necks and the like.
But it's a good idea to enrich the menu, and I'm sure more people will come tomorrow.
Wei Han didn't seem to expect the other party to agree so happily, the corners of his lips raised slightly, revealing a faint smile: "Thank you." β
He looked at her, his eyes shining brightly.
Luo Sheng's face turned cold: "No thanks." β
Think she is Miss Luo, and she can be impressed by her beauty?
On the side, Shi Yan quietly stroked his forehead.
On the way to Beijing, I obviously got along with Miss Luo for several days, and Miss Luo couldn't help but tear off her belt, how did the master get mixed up like this?
That's right, now the little guard has only one wish: the master will marry Miss Luo home quickly!
He can only accompany Dabai for half a year, and he can't wait to eat the dishes made by Miss Luo, uh, no, he doesn't need him anymore, but what should I do?
Feeling deep despair for his master, the little guard couldn't help but secretly complain about Luo Sheng.
A lady who is beautiful, how can she be so fond of the new and hate the old?
Lin Saijiu's grandson couldn't help but be weak, but he ate more, what was so good?
"See you tomorrow." Wei Han bowed slightly at Luo Sheng and walked out of the wine shop.
Shi Yan, who sent his master out of the door and returned, patted his heart for fear.
Scared to death, just now the master asked him if he had tasted a thousand layers of shutters, he really thought that the master would let him go back to the palace out of jealousy.
Brush the Gong bucket? In this life, he doesn't want to brush the bucket, he just wants to see where Miss Luo is and where he is.
Feeling that this kind of thinking was inappropriate, the little guard quickly found a reason: he should guard the future daughter-in-law for the master.
Otherwise, depending on the speed at which Miss Luo likes the new and hates the old, how can there be drama when the master opens up.
Luo Sheng motioned for Shi Yan to come closer.
"Something wrong with the girl?" Shi Yan asked with a smile.
Luo Sheng corrected lightly: "Just call me Miss Luo." β
It's not her entourage, it's quite familiar.
"Your lord-" Luo Sheng muttered, "do you like to eat?" β
Shi Yan coughed lightly and tried his best to defend his master: "Who doesn't like to eat the dishes you make, and our master is not exempt from vulgarity." β
"It's good if you can't avoid vulgarity." Luo Sheng lowered his voice and muttered.
Then she would be more confident and wait for the arrival of King Pingyang.
"Cousin, there are no more guests, let-"
Before Sheng Saburo finished speaking, a person broke in.
"A bowl of Yangchun noodles!"
Sheng Saburo is so angry, he is still a regular customer, the strong man who ate twenty bowls of Yangchun noodles yesterday.
Although the heart is angry, the guests still have to greet them.
"A bowl of Yangchun noodlesβ" Sheng Saburo shouted weakly.
After a while, Kou'er brought a bowl of steaming Yangchun noodles and put it in front of the strong man.
The strong man couldn't wait to pick out a chopstick and put it in his mouth.
Seeing that she was a regular customer, Kou Er suggested intimately: "Guest officer, I advise you to have a plate of braised beef." You see that yesterday you thought that a roast pig's head was expensive for 100 taels of silver, and you ate 20 bowls of Yangchun noodles, and finally spent the same money. We only need twenty taels of braised beef, which is the money for four bowls of Yangchun noodles. I'm telling you, you can't do it if you don't know how to do it......"
The strong man didn't understand it, but he understood it anyway.
This delicate and lovely shopkeeper is right.
"Then add a plate of braised beef."
After eating this plate of braised beef, you must not add Yangchun noodles!
A quarter of an hour later, the strong man who took out a hundred taels of silver tickets to settle the bill and walked out of the liquor store was blown by the night breeze and suddenly woke up.
Who said that if you eat braised beef, you won't eat Yangchun noodles?
Who said one serving of braised beef is enough?
Four plates of braised beef, four bowls of Yangchun noodles, he spent another hundred taels of silver!
Not mentioning the tears of remorse shed by the strong man, Zhao Shangshu returned to the mansion, and before he could wash his beard, he saw the smiling lady.
"Did you eat well today?"
Zhao Shangshu reluctantly pulled out a smile: "Eat well." β
"What did you bring back?" Seeing the food box, Mrs. Shangshu's face was already a little unsightly.
Zhao Shangshu raised his sleeves to wipe his forehead, and said with a dry smile: "People don't allow people to take it outββ"
Mrs. Shangshu approached, sniffed Zhao Shangshu's beard, and pointed to the door with a dark face: "It's good for the master to sleep in the study tonight." β
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