Then there was the sound of the door opening, and a woman inside complained, "Didn't you say you weren't coming lately?" How can you ...... again?" the words came to an abrupt end after seeing the person who came.

Suddenly, she slammed the door shut, and scolded unceremoniously: "It's early in the morning, and I'm not afraid of bad hands and feet when I knock on someone's door, it's really unlucky." The sound of the door locking rang.

Su Qingyu looked at the door that was closed in front of him, without any displeasure at the closed door, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked.

"Childe, are we still knocking now?" Mo Lan had an inquiry in her eyes.

She lowered her long eyelashes, casting a thick shadow: "No, because I already know what I want to know." ”

"It turns out that she will still come here." turned around and walked into the carriage with his hands in his hands, and said softly something that Mo Lan didn't understand, "It's good, it's too much trouble." ”

"It's just the right time, it should be the busiest time in the market, we are busy early in the morning, why don't we go buy a piece of fresh meat and treat it." She watched the red sun gradually rise in the sky, and her eyes narrowed idly, and she played with the folding fan in her hand.

Although Mo Lan was full of doubts, she hurriedly climbed into the carriage, and took the reins to drive the carriage a little rusty.

Because what she did today was about Aunt Ruan, it was not convenient to use the people in the house, so in the past few days, the third lady has been teaching her how to drive a carriage and gave her a map of the capital.

She looked down at the map and quickly found her way to the market.

The sound of the wheels of the carriage resounded in the empty alleys, and although it was sometimes a little incongruous, it was generally calm. Gradually, the dilapidated cyan carriage disappeared into the alley.

After hearing the movement outside, inside the wooden door that had been tightly closed, the woman who had gone to open the door earlier hurriedly released a carrier pigeon with an anxious face.

The white dove fluttered its wings, spun around a few times, and then disappeared into the dawn sky.

"Buy buns, two pennies each!"

The sound of selling outside the car passed through the curtain and into the ears of Su Qingyu, who was closing his eyes and recuperating.

The sound in the ears gradually became noisy, the bustling crowds of people, the sound of bargaining, with a bit of the atmosphere of fireworks in the world. She knew they had arrived.

"Mo Lan, there will be more people going in again, let's stop here now." She said lightly.

"Yes."

After the car was parked, the master and servant walked to the bustling street. Along the way, insects, fish, animals, flowers and trees, folk customs and wild interests are all there, and they are dazzling.

After a while, they came to a restaurant with a gorgeous decoration. Diagonally across from this, there is a pork shop.

The sound of knives falling and chopping bones came into his ears, and a fat uncle simply handled a pig's trotter neatly.

"Come, guest officer, the pig's trotters you want."

The person who bought the pig's trotters in front took it and weighed it, and after seeing that the amount was not bad, he smiled and left satisfied.

It was still early, and there were a lot of people who got up to buy, and there were a lot of people in front of the store. Su Qingyu's master and servant stood outside and watched for a long time, until there was no one in front of the pork shop, and when the fat-headed and round-eared uncle was about to close the stall, she slowly stepped forward.

"Boss, bring me a piece of meat, peeled." The crisp voice fell like a jewel, and he pointed to a piece of meat: "That's it." ”

The boss didn't even raise his head, but raised his hand to pick up the piece of meat and dispose of it.

The sharp blade gently slashed against the meat, as smooth as cutting tofu, in one go, and in the blink of an eye, a thin pork skin as thin as a cicada's wings was sliced off and fell on the board, crystal clear.

Su Qingyu looked at his skillful movements, and the color of his eyes was slightly dark.

"Guest officer, two taels of silver."

After Mo Lan paid the money, she took the processed pork, and the master and servant prepared to go home.

But just a few steps away, a person dressed in dark red clothes suddenly appeared in front of him, and his pale face was extremely cautious.

"Miss, the chief is invited." The gloomy voice is like a wet viper.