Yan Shu is the most greedy soy milk soaked fritters, just like this.

I happened to see an open shop, and the fried fritters were crispy and fragrant, and I couldn't help but stop.

The shop is a husband and wife, the man is responsible for making and cooking, and the woman is responsible for collecting money and miscellaneous work. The woman's hands and feet were nimble, and she greeted her thoughtfully, and when she saw the three of Yan Shu's master and servant, she was taken aback at first, and immediately asked tentatively, "The girl wants to use some fried fruits and soy milk?" ”

Fritters, also called fried fruits, were originally called fried stews (juniper), and the folk became yin after Yue Fei was killed by Qin Hui in the Southern Song Dynasty of China. There is no Song Dynasty and Yue Fei in this time and space, and the name and method of fried fruits also appear, but what is the origin? It really surprised Yan Shu.

When the woman saw Yan Shu pick up the light yarn and nodded at her, she was a little flattered and tried her best to wipe the table and bench, and introduced while wiping, "Girl, you are your young lady at first glance, and you don't dislike our shop." This is a family heirloom, the real thing. The backyard is my ancestral home, there is a well and there is no shortage of water, and the dishes and chopsticks are clean, so you can eat with confidence. After speaking, he just took the dishes and chopsticks and poured hot water on them again before handing them to Luyun and Hongyu.

This made it even more difficult for them to leave.

Luyun still has to ask the price of yin first, the fat white flour fried fruit is three cents a piece (two pinched together), and the clear soybean milk is a penny a bowl. It's not expensive in the city. There are also pickled radish pickles, free of charge, and a small plate is delivered to each guest. For those who don't like soy milk, they can exchange it for porridge, and the price is the same. If you want to eat another boiled egg, you only need to spend two pennies.

The three of them sat down, and each of them asked for three portions. The fritters are still the best match with soy milk, and Yan Shu is satisfied with it. Soy milk can be drunk often, fritters can not be eaten every day, occasionally come to satisfy your cravings, and life is beautiful.

Out of the fritter shop, Yan Shu also wanted to stop by to investigate which xiaolongbao is the most authentic and which baked hu cake is the most authentic.

However, how do you feel that you are always staring at your back? Yan Shu's keen perception is alarming.

She remained silent, pretending to watch the food, and stopped sideways, through the corner of the hat veil, traced back to the owner who was stunned not far away.

It's actually a little guy in Yanfu? The ochre-colored standard uniform, which was instantly recognizable, did not run.

She poked Green Cloud with her elbow to signal that someone was following.

Lu Yun pretended to rearrange her hat, but the corner of her eyes was clear, and she whispered to her, "I know, the old housekeeper's righteous son, called Zhiba." ”

Well? It's not my aunt's person, but the cheap daddy's person? Because the old housekeeper is said to be only loyal to Master Yan, it is impossible to be bought by his aunt.

Only then did I recall the look of inquiry and desire to speak when I left the house early in the morning. Obviously, he knew that when it came to her whereabouts, there would be people waiting to report it.

These are all new moths after Master Yan returned home. No, to be precise, she only appeared after leaving the old housekeeper at home to take care of her, and she was not followed outside yesterday, otherwise with the double vigilance of herself and Tuoyun Gongzi, it would be impossible to be careless and missed.

It can be seen that the old housekeeper gave the order only after they returned to the house yesterday evening.

That's kind of interesting, what triggered you to start stalking her yesterday? Is it the cheap father's early instructions, or is the old housekeeper making his own decisions?