The first snow of the year came too early, and before the autumn equinox, the roads of Yan Zhengguan were covered in fine snow.

It snowed at night, and the temperature rose a little more during the day, so the snow on the road turned to ice, and the people and horses walked on it.

The road is not easy to walk, but it is cheaper to buy hotels on the side of the road, and the number of guests who come to stay in the hotel has increased significantly.

However, the New Year is not a festival, and the twenty or so tables in the hall are actually full, and the shopkeeper is so happy that he can't keep his mouth shut. There were six tables of guests from Chunming City, five of which were occupied by the team members, and one table was opened by the leader.

This table is next to the inner hall, which is also the closest and warmest position to the pond fire. The shopkeeper could see at a glance that the man in his thirties was the team leader, but the most noble person in this team was a boy around thirteen or fourteen years old.

His clothes are just clean and generous, not luxurious, and he is not domineering, but the attitude of the leader to talk to him is very respectful.

What's more, the direction of sitting towards the door is usually given to the person with the highest status.

It's almost noon, and most of the guests have to hurry, so they won't stay at the hotel. The guy went to the front to pour tea and water, and went to the back kitchen to supervise the fire.

After a while, a hot meal was served.

Since the purchasing steward was familiar with the roads, the caravan had rushed to the night road last night. After walking for ten hours in the cold mountains, the road was wet and slippery, and everyone was cold and hungry. Now in the warm room, the hot food is hot, although they haven't drunk, the men are also quickly recovering from blood, eating and drinking.

In fact, there are no more than a few guests around.

After Yan Saburo sat down, he took out an oiled paper bag from the bookcase and handed it to the man, "Take it to the kitchen to heat and cut pieces." ”

The leader of this caravan was surnamed Du, and when he saw this, he said: "You can ask the kitchen to make a braised fish for Miss Qianqian." We just passed by a lake, and the fish here should be fresh from the lake. ”

The shopkeeper standing not far from the side was stunned when he heard this. Miss: Are there any female guests in this team, why haven't they shown up?

"I see that the water in the lake is a little muddy, maybe it was raining heavily a few days ago. Yan Saburo shook his head, "I'm afraid the fish that came up is a little rusty, and Qianqian won't eat it." ”

Team Leader Du silently looked at his group of subordinates, and just then he heard someone order braised fish. These days are not as good as cats.

Less than a quarter of an hour later, the man came back with a plate in his hand. The oiled paper bag has been torn open, and inside is a cut roast chicken, which is full of fragrance.

Of course, this is the roast chicken that Chitose specially asked Yan Saburo to pack from Chunmingcheng Jinji Spicy Marinated Shop on the road.

The roast chicken that Chitose personally identified, of course, is full of color, flavor, and flavor, even after reheating, so the fragrance floats around, and everyone's index fingers are moved.

At this moment, a child's voice sounded: "Chicken, chicken, I want to eat!"

Yan Saburo turned his head when he heard the sound and saw a pair of grandchildren sitting on the edge of the table a foot away. The old woman was kind and kind-eyed, and the little boy was only five or six years old at most, and he wore a royal blue flower gown and a small hat on his head, carved in pink and jade, like a golden boy in the temple.

Anyone who sees it has to praise it, this kid looks so good.

But now the boy grabbed his grandmother's hand, pointed to the roast chicken on Yan Saburo's table and said, "I want to eat chicken!"

"Good, good. Grandmother hurriedly agreed, called the man over, "Press the roast chicken on the little brother's table, and bring me a portion." ”

The guy took a look: "Oh, Mrs. Wu, this is brought by others." ”

Mrs. Wu looked at Yan Saburo's desktop, then looked at her grandson's pouting mouth, and said to the guy, "You don't have any ready-made?"

"Yes. ”

"Then bring it up, as soon as possible. ”

The man answered, and sure enough, he went around the kitchen and quickly brought up two dark red chicken drumsticks.

The color was good, but when the child sniffed it, his face immediately turned cloudy.

The inn on the official road here is not only a post station, raising horses for the official family, but also doing general tourist business. There may be guests arriving at twelve hours a day, so there is a braised pot hanging in the back kitchen, pigs, cows, sheep and chickens are all marinated in a pot, someone points to cut it with a knife, and no one points it from morning to night.

As you can imagine, these two chicken thighs don't just smell like chicken drumsticks. The child only sniffed it for a moment, then pushed the plate out of the way: "Don't want this, want that!" Still stretched out his hand and pointed to Yan Saburo's table.

"Good grandson, you can taste it, this is also delicious. Mrs. Wu coaxed her grandson to come, pushing the plate back in front of him, "Just one bite, okay?"

"Don't!"

"Just one bite. She said she was going to get chicken thighs to feed her grandson. How do you know that the boy flicked hard-

There was a crisp sound, and the plate fell to the ground and shattered.

Everyone immediately turned their heads to look.

"I'm going to eat that!" the boy puffed out his cheeks, and expressed his firm conviction word by word.

"Good, good. Mrs. Wu beckoned the guy to point to the ground and asked him to clean up the aftermath, and walked over to Yan Saburo's table by herself, and said with a smile, "Little brother, can I buy a roast chicken with you?"

Before Yan Saburo could answer, the lid of the bookcase next to him opened by itself, and the white cat jumped out, paced two steps on the bench, bent over his shoulders and stretched his back, and by the way, he received everyone's strange eyes.

Those who were surprised were all the individual customers in the shop, and as for the people in the caravan, they followed all the way, and they were already surprised.

Rich people, who doesn't have a little quirk?

Chitose had been sleeping soundly in the box when she was woken up by the screeching sound of a plate being smashed, so she planned to come out for lunch.

As soon as she appeared, she heard Mrs. Wu's inquiry, and immediately refused: "It's not good, it's not good to tell her!" "Chitose-sama's roast chicken, also allow others to get involved?

Yan Saburo shook his head: "That's Qianqian's lunch." ”

He stroked the white cat with one hand, so everyone knew who "Qianqian" was.

Mrs. Wu's face was also a little unbearable, how squeamish her eldest grandson was, how could he grab something to eat with a cat? She subconsciously turned her head to look at her grandson, and found that his eyes were staring straight here, but he didn't cry, so she immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "That's really embarrassing." ”

Yan Saburo shook his head: "It's okay." ”

When she walked back, he asked for a small bowl and put it on the table, poured hot tea, mixed it with some cold water, and tried it until the tea was slightly warm, and then touched the cat's head: "You can drink it." ”

The white cat jumped to the table and drank tea little by little.

A cat's tongue is more sensitive than a human tongue and cannot stand burning. Besides, Yan Saburo has already done these things very well, and he doesn't care about other people's eyes at all.

Of course, the cat is even more like no one else. The snow-haired body is fluffy, the face is plump and clean, the eyes of the two different color mandarin ducks are round and big, and even the cat's tongue that sticks out to drink water is also pink.

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