Returning to the dining room again, the star fruit sitting in the corner subconsciously looked in the direction of Joan.

Although the location of his table was remote, you could see the clothes of the people at the table, and he knew that he was not a bitter cold student. Come to think of it, this lecture is entered by ticket, and those who can get tickets are either powerful or rich, and a family background like Qiao An is probably only able to come in thanks to the blessing of Second Uncle Qiao.

Afraid of being detected, star fruit sighed secretly and wanted to withdraw her gaze.

But just as she was about to retreat, she saw Joan take out a small jar from her baggage, and solemnly distribute the pickles in the jar to the people at the same table.

"It's a pickle I bought from a neighbor's house, and it's refreshing for me to eat. If you don't dislike it, taste it? ”

An Gongzi's banquet is full of big fish and meat, who can see some pickles?

Some people looked at Qiao An's eyes and became subtle, and some people directly showed disdain: "I don't eat chicken, duck and fish on the table, but I want to eat pickled vegetables?" Qiao Gongzi is used to eating, and if he doesn't eat a meal, he will be uncomfortable. ”

Qiao An ate the pickled vegetables with chopsticks by herself, showing a very delicious and enjoyable expression: "The congee side dishes have the style of clear porridge and side dishes, and if you eat too many greasy things, it is not bad to clear your mouth with pickles." ”

As he spoke, he put some pickles on an empty plate in the middle of the table, and said with a smile: "If you like it, you can taste it, and if you don't like it, you can just do it." ”

Second Uncle Qiao glared at Qiao An, and when he saw that he was still the same, he stepped on him under the table again, but Qiao An was still indifferent, and only ate pickled vegetables with clear porridge.

The person who had despised Joan before flattened his mouth even more contemptuously, and muttered in a low voice: "It's really a boar that can't eat fine chaff." ”

Second Uncle Qiao heard it clearly, and he was angry in his heart. Joan is quite a loser to eat pickles on this occasion, but you look down on people like this?

He also took the pickles with chopsticks, took a bite of the small porridge, and deliberately exaggerated his tone: "I have never eaten such delicious pickles in my life, no wonder you carry it with you, and you can't forget it when you eat the banquet." ”

Qiao An appreciated it, and the uncle and nephew sang and harmonized, which made everyone else wonder: It's just a plate of pickles, it's really so delicious?

Some people couldn't resist their curiosity and tried to eat with chopsticks. After a while, he silently pinched the second chopsticks and the third chopsticks, so others also felt itchy and picked up pickles to eat.

It's not that this pickle is really amazing, it's even better than the chef's elaborate meat. The main table is meaty, the mouth is greasy and heavy, and when you encounter something light, you can't help but eat two more bites. Especially today, the weather is hot, the staple food is porridge, pickled vegetables and porridge are originally very compatible.

Although the movement here is not large, it is not too small. The previous person sarcastically mocked Qiao An, and his voice was not deliberately low, An Zhiyuan, who had been paying attention to Qiao An, had already been eyeing them.

The people around An Zhiyuan were not afraid of big things when they watched the play, and teased him by the shoulder: "The banquet carefully arranged by your An Gongzi is not as good as a jar of pickles brought from the countryside." Tsk, dare not give face to the An family like this, it is really daring. ”

"I heard someone call him Qiao An, could it be the person who robbed the Qiao family in your concubine's room?"

An Zhiyuan slapped his chopsticks with a 'bang', and glanced at the people on the table with a dark face: "Have the guts, do you want to say another word to Lao Tzu?" Who robbed Lao Tzu's concubine, and who dared to tear Lao Tzu's face? ”

The green-clothed man who had scolded people before hurriedly made amends, and the people at the table persuaded him carelessly, and he didn't dare to breathe.

Master Qin and the masters of the major colleges in Shuzhou were eating at the same table, and the little boy came over and whispered a few words in his ear. Master Qin raised his eyes and glanced in the direction of the star fruit, then turned his head to look at Qiao An. Then he calmly asked the child: "Do you have any good pickles, just pick a little and serve them." ”

Xiao Tong immediately stretched out his hand hidden behind his back, and smiled and gave Qin Fuzi a dish: "This is made by the star fruit family, the taste is quite reluctant, Master, you can taste it." ”

Master Qin originally just wanted to make a show, but who knew that it would be really refreshing to take a bite, so he ate two more bites in a row.

The master at a table laughed in his heart: Isn't it just ordering pickles, can they be better than the delicacies of the mountains and seas? Sure enough, I haven't seen the world, it's a shame.

But after all, he is a university scholar, and it is the most important thing to please him and keep him in his own college. So they all made envious expressions, and asked for food with shy faces: "Master Qin can't eat alone, so it's better to divide everyone into a bite." ”

Master Qin instructed the little boy to put a plate on the table, and then instructed: "Give some to the other students, even if you don't have the same taste, you can taste it too, which is a meaning of remembering bittersweet and sweet." ”

The boy stood still, looking at the vegetable jar in his hand with some embarrassment.

"If it's not enough, go to star fruit to find a way, her family produces pickles, and she should have a lot of them on her."

The boy went happily, and soon went to the kitchen to take the pickles of star fruit, and put the pickles on each table a small plate.

Knowing that this pickle was made by Master Qin, the masters of each family were also full of praise for this ugly little dish, and for a while, this pickled vegetable became a popular dish, more popular than crystal hooves.

The person who had previously sarcastically sarcastically turned red, and cautiously tentatively said: "Brother Qiao and Master Qin's preferences are the same, are you old friends?" ”

Qiao An perfunctorily denied it, but Yu Guang couldn't help but glance at the star fruit: Master Qin couldn't see the smell of copper the most, how could he be willing to help star fruit sell pickles on such an occasion?

An Zhiyuan also took a bite of pickles, and then stared at the star fruit with a smile, and suddenly shouted at the top of his throat: "The taste of this pickle is good, it is better than the Liubiju capital in the capital." If you like it, you will go to star fruit in a while, the more the merrier. ”

was clearly shouting for her, but star fruit's brows were tightly furrowed.

At the same time, Master Qin's brows gradually became a hill.

An Zhiyuan's words clearly said that he Qin Zimo took the opportunity to Longshang, didn't this damage his reputation in Qingyuan?

Respect the teacher, which one has this An Zhiyuan guarded?

Fortunately, Master Qin is a generous person, and he doesn't care about him, and only cares about small bites.

The little boy couldn't stand it, puffed out his cheeks and said: "Gongzi An has less blood and spews people, my master acts like this, and he is here to help you atone for your sins." ”

He saved the bribe of star fruit and told the chef what he had done, and then said angrily: "Just because it is your son An's banquet, pickles can't be served on the table?" Just because I can't offend you An Gongzi, others have to be treated as monkeys, what is the reason? ”

"Your own subordinates are not like words, and they are openly and secretly sarcastic about the master, which is really evil......"

"Little boy!"

Master Qin interrupted him: "Don't be rude!" ”

In front of all the students, An Zhiyuan's already dark face became even darker. He wanted to rush up and slap the crooked boy's mouth, but he could only hold his breath for the sake of his reputation.

"Is that really the case? The cook in the dining room is so deceitful under the banner of his son? ”

He pretended to be a gesture for a while, and asked people to deal with the cook: "Beat him ten boards and drive him out of the house, this kind of person, I know that I have the foresight to clean up one by one, and I will not spare him." ”

After the hair fell, he pretended to give the star fruit again: "The people below have no eyes, they offended the girl." ”

Carambola didn't want to deal with him, but in front of so many people, she couldn't be too rude. So, she returned the salute dignified and said with a smile: "It's okay!" ”

"Your pickles are really good, can you send ten catties to Anfu every day in the future?"

It's not good, my pickles are all thrown away and won't be eaten by you.

Carambola was very disgusted, she wanted to refuse neatly, but it was difficult to ride a tiger.

I finally put out my pickles, and orders are likely to follow. What reason can she use to reject An Zhiyuan without affecting the business in the future?

"Miss Yang is very embarrassed? Your family can't produce ten catties of pickles a day? An Zhiyuan pressed step by step: "Also, such a delicious pickle must be made with heart, how can it produce so much at one time." In this way, you will send as many ...... as you have."

"I have vegetables at home, and it is not a problem to produce one or two hundred catties a day, and the quality is absolutely guaranteed."

"Oh, then I'll start sending it to me tomorrow, don't forget."

At this point, star fruit was no longer good at refusing, so I had to accept it.

An Zhiyuan is together, and there is a steady stream of other people who want to order dishes. Master Qin frowned, put down his chopsticks and went back to the house.

He couldn't stand the tinkling of copper.

Qiao An glanced at the vacated seats of Master Qin, and then at the star fruit who was busy remembering the addresses of each house, and couldn't tell what it was like.

Second Uncle Qiao sighed and patted Qiao An's shoulder, and sighed: "There is no time in life to force it, without you, people will live better." ”

In the afternoon's discussion, Master Qin's thesis was the law.

He lectured on a punishment of the dynasty, and then came up with the exam question: the stepmother wanted to poison the adopted son, and put the medicine in the chicken soup for the adopted son. But the adopted son was filial and felt sorry for his father, so he gave chicken soup to his father. My father drank it in one gulp and died of poison. The adopted son was heartbroken, and immediately found out the truth, and in a fit of rage, he beat his stepmother to death.

Q: How should this case be decided?

According to the law of the dynasty, the stepmother poisoned and murdered the heir, and should be exiled for 3,000 li; The heir is guilty of killing his mother, but he should be divided into five horses. But if the adopted son in the case is really divided, I am afraid that it will not be appropriate.

As soon as the topic came out, the lobby exploded. Some people say that a stepmother kills her husband by mistake, and that she should be considered as murdering her heir, and her crime will not lead to death. If the adopted son kills his mother, he should be beheaded for public display if he does not divide the corpse of the five horses.

Someone shook his head again: "The anger in the world is nothing but the hatred of killing the father and taking the wife." The stepmother harmed his biological father, and the crime deserved death, and the adopted son who killed his mother should not be punished with death. ”

"According to your judgment, my court is an ornament to the law, and there is no need to follow it?"

The two factions argued, but An Zhiyuan set his eyes on Qiao An: "It is said that you are a famous talent in Bishan Private School, but you should tell me how to judge this case?" ”

Without waiting for Qiao An to speak, he added another sentence with deep eyes: "Don't let everyone laugh at your answer, the county school doesn't have the face to accept a nerd who can only write articles." ”

This is a threat, a blatant threat: if you don't answer well, even if the article is splendid and Ben Gongzi also has the ability to make you fail to get famous.

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