Chapter 103 Another Person

Zhen Tingyun ordered two bowls of wontons, two fried dough sticks, two sesame seeds filled with mutton, a bowl of sweet tofu nao, and a bowl of salty bean curd brain, and they were quickly brought to the table one after another.

The proprietress brought up two bowls of wontons herself, smiling and boasting at the same time, "You must try this, my wontons don't use frozen meat, they are always fresh meat—my family's one is a solid-eyed one. They often say, 'You can tell if it's good or bad when you eat it, fresh meat and frozen meat can be distinguished after you take a bite'... Look at this soup base, this is an old soup stewed from pork bones, and some added Lard, isn't it very fragrant?"

"It's not my own boasting. My family has a stall in the morning. I can smell the fragrance from the end of the alley to the end of the alley at noon, and it doesn't disperse until the evening. Otherwise, everyone knows that my family's wontons are the best. ? You must have tasted this..."

At this time, the early stalls were gradually busy, and suddenly someone raised a voice and called the proprietress.

The proprietress had to stop her boasting, smiled at Zhen Tingyun a little embarrassedly, and hurriedly got up to greet the person.

Zhen Tingyun smiled as she watched the proprietress run away, stretched out her long white fingers, and stirred the wonton bowl with a spoon.

This is just out of the pot, and with just a little stirring, you can see the white heat rise, and the aroma of wontons and hot soup also follow.

This wonton soup is really as fragrant as the proprietress said, and because lard is added to the soup, in addition to the thin green onion, there are oil flowers after the lard has been melted by the hot soup. It is really fragrant. The skin of this wonton seems to be a little thick, but the heat is just right, and it is translucent when cooked, just revealing the plump and delicious meat filling inside.

Looking at it like this, there is still some white powder, which is very attractive.

While stirring the spoon in Zhen Tingyun's hand, he counted it silently in his heart: one, two, three...nine! There are three large wontons and six small wontons in total. If this girl has an average appetite, eating such a bowl will probably be enough.

Zhen Tingyun had long been tempted by the fragrant soup of the wontons, and now he had finished counting the wontons, and was about to take a big bite to eat, when he saw Fu Changxi sitting on the side.

Fu Changxi looked at her with burning eyes.

Zhen Tingyun: "..."

Zhen Tingyun sighed, and had to take the initiative to scoop a big wonton and hand it to Fu Changxi's mouth first. She blinked her eyes, her black eyes like two pills of black mercury.

She only heard her crisp laugh and asked, "Sir, would you like to taste it first?"

Only then did Fu Changxi feel satisfied. He lowered his head slightly, opened his mouth and took a sip. The soup was hot and fresh, but the wonton wrappers had already been cooked to perfection. When he took a bite, it broke open, and the inside was chopped into fine pieces. The stuffing of the minced meat burst out with gravy - just like the proprietress boasted that "fresh meat and frozen meat can be separated after a bite", even if the meat filling is just ordinary seasoning, it is only with this bite. Mouth full of gravy, full of delicious fragrance, which is not comparable to those wontons filled with frozen meat.

Fu Changxi originally just wanted to accompany Zhen Tingyun out for a meal, and coaxed his little girl. Now he tasted it, but he was appetizing, and took the initiative to pick up the spoon to eat the wontons in his bowl. However, he scooped up the little wonton, moved his finger, turned the direction before entering his mouth, and handed it directly to Zhen Tingyun's mouth.

Zhen Tingyun was stunned and looked up at Fu Changxi.

Fu Changxi just turned his head and didn't look at her, but he still held the spoon in his hand firmly, and handed the little wonton to Zhen Tingyun's mouth.

Zhen Tingyun held back his laughter and ate the wonton he handed him in one bite, and he really felt that it was very delicious - although the small wonton didn't have much meat filling, the wonton skin was thin and tender, soaked in the aroma of the meat, and it was actually very delicious to eat. Easy entry.

The two gave each other a mouthful, and then they each bowed their heads and ate the wontons in front of them.

After using a bowl, Zhen Tingyun was already half full, so he simply pushed the two mutton biscuits that were quite heavy to Fu Changxi: "I remember you like eating mutton."

Fu Changxi nodded, remembering something, a slight smile appeared on his face: "The cows and sheep in the north are all fat, and there are whole sheep roasted on a skewer, the smell is especially fragrant, it is the real fragrance, I will take you with you later. Taste it."

Listening to Zhen Tingyun, he couldn't help but think of the fragrant roast whole lamb, couldn't help swallowing, and nodded subconsciously.

The two bowls of wontons on the table were steaming hot, and the white mist was thick.

Fu Changxi looked up, and he could still see that Zhen Ting's cloud face was like snow jade, there was still a blush from the hot soup on his tender cheeks, his cheeks were like dyed clouds, and the color was beautiful.

Even if Fu Changxi was trained by the court, he knew that it was rude to stare at the little girl's face like this, but he couldn't move his eyes for a while, and finally he could only clench his fists and coughed to hide his rudeness, and then continued: "Northern Xinjiang is still There are many delicious food, if you go there in the future, you will definitely like it very much..."

He didn't have much nostalgia for the throne or the capital, but he knew that a little girl like Zhen Tingyun might prefer the prosperity of Beijing, and he was afraid of the remote and cold northern Xinjiang. Therefore, he wanted to tell her a little bit, and slowly let her know something about the Northern Xinjiang...

Maybe there are still many years to wait, and after many years, he can take Zhen Tingyun to the northern border. However, in his heart, he also hoped that his little girl would know something about Beijiang, so that she would not panic.

Just as Fu Changxi was considering taking this opportunity to tell her more about Northern Xinjiang, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.

A man in black clothes walked hurriedly to the breakfast stall, and then stopped again, as if he wanted to say something to the guards of the palace first, and let the guards come up to report.

Without realizing it, Fu Changxi restrained the gentleness on his face, and called out to the other side, "Song Yuan? Come and talk..."

The man in Xuanyi, Song Yuan, paused slightly when he heard the sound, then raised his hand to straighten the placket of his clothes, then stepped forward to greet him, and called out softly, "His Royal Highness."

Fu Changxi waved his hand away from him, and let him sit down again, his face was light, and his tone was also light: "I'm just taking the princess out for a meal, and I don't need to be so polite when I go out."

After a pause, he smiled again: "But I've used it. Would you like someone to bring you a bowl of wontons too? I'm worried about a table and I'm afraid I won't be able to finish it..."

Song Yuan could hear the closeness of Fu Changxi's words to his future princess - this was not even married, so he called the princess directly, as if he had sworn ownership in advance. He was well aware of the regent's scheming and scheming, and could not help but be a little more cautious. Even if he sat down according to his words, he would not look sideways. He didn't even look at the future princess at all, but just glanced at the table.

Seeing that the two biscuits on the table were still steaming and had not moved, Song Yuan said cautiously: "Chen, no, I'll just eat a biscuits."

Fu Changxi gave him a blank look: This is the mutton stuffing that Zhen Tingyun ordered for him!

Song Yuan was very attentive: "It's still fritters, I think fritters are good."

After hesitating for a while, he tried to reach for the bowl of sweet tofu no one cares about, and asked, "Your Highness doesn't want to eat this?"

Fu Changxi and Zhen Tingyun maintained a unity on tofu nao - they both like to eat salty tofu nao.

Therefore, Fu Changxi generously pushed the sweet tofu brain over: "Eat it."

Although Song Yuan tried his best to keep his restraint, there were more people at the table, and Zhen Tingyun felt a little uncomfortable. After eating a bit, he said, "Are you guys okay? Should I go back first?"

Fu Changxi thought for a while, nodded slightly, then got up and said, "I'll ask someone to take you back."

After that, he pulled the handkerchief from his sleeve, handed it to Zhen Tingyun to wipe his mouth, and then stretched out his hand to straighten the front of her clothes. Then he walked up to take her out of the breakfast stall, helped her to get on the carriage, and said warmly: " Don't be in a hurry, I'll go to Zhen's house to pick you up to go to women's school later."

Zhen Tingyun pushed him unceremoniously: "You can do it yourself. I have something to do, you don't need to send it..."

Fu Changxi felt that she seemed to be a little angry again, but he couldn't understand what she was angry about, so he had to change the subject: "Then Song Yuan, you don't have to treat him as an outsider - he and your Mrs. Chu are also considered as an outsider. 'Old acquaintance'."

Zhen Tingyun: "!!!"

Zhen Tingyun suddenly heard this, and Xing'er's eyes widened.

Fu Changxi smiled but didn't mean to say more, put down the curtain of the car, and ordered someone to send Zhen Tingyun back to Zhen's house.

Zhen Tingyun was so angry that he lifted the curtain of the car, and Xing'er's round eyes stared at him, and said angrily, "You must have said it clearly!"

Fu Changxi's expression remained unchanged, and he calmly comforted the person: "You go back first... I will definitely pick you up at Zhen's house before it gets dark, and take you to the women's school. I will tell you this later."

Although Zhen Tingyun knew that he was trying to make people's appetites, it was hard to say anything at this time, so he could only snort, slammed the curtain of the car, and told people to hurry back to Zhen's house. As a result, before the carriage turned around, Zhen Tingyun seemed to remember something, and hurriedly lifted the curtain of the car, pouting, "Go and ask someone to pack two sets of wontons, and I will take them back to honor my grandmother."

Fu Changxi glanced at the guard.

The guard quickly got up and went to the early stall to pack wontons.

Fu Changxi stood and waited for a while, until the guards packed the wontons, and the carriage carried Zhen Tingyun and the wontons away together, then he walked back to the early stall, lifted the corner of his robe and sat back again. He looked at Song Yuan, who had already finished eating the bean curd and fried dough sticks, and then asked slowly, "What's the matter?"

Song Yuan actually waited for a long time, but the Prince Regent didn't open his mouth. He was also not easy to open his mouth, so he had to sit and eat fried dough sticks and bean curd as usual.

After finally waiting for the Prince Regent to turn around and ask, a thin layer of sweat had condensed on Song Yuan's forehead.

However, Song Yuan, after all, went through a family change, went through ups and downs, and experienced many years, even though his heart was already very anxious at this time, his face was still calm, he only lowered his voice, and whispered: "Last night, the minister will Send someone to escort the Queen Mother to Nangong."

"Hmm." Fu Changxi held the sesame cake in his hand and took a bite. It was inevitable that the mutton was inferior to the authentic taste of the northern border, but he still turned his head slightly and listened to Song Yuan's words, his expression as usual.

Song Yuan was in a state of impatience, and only managed to maintain his composure: "The Empress Dowager left the palace last night, and the emperor was quite frightened. This morning, he had a fever. The minister really did not dare to make his own decisions, so he had to report to the prince."