My whole family eavesdropped on my thoughts, and I won money on the road to exile.

"Then tonight is really boring, Zhou Fu'an, can you play flower cards?"

"On the way to escort, officials are not allowed to drink wine, gamble, or..."

Zhou Fuan's words were interrupted by Chu Mingyang,

"You are blind. Zhao Yu and the Forbidden Army have been driven away by me. Who else here dares to interfere with our affairs."

Chu Mingyang rolled his eyes at Zhou Fuan,

"I won't drink the flower wine anymore. You can play with me for a while before leaving."

"I can't. How about, Siwu Chu, let Xiao Yazhang accompany you?"

Zhou Fu'an looked at Chu Mingyang's displeased face and said,

"Otherwise, I'll find a few government servants who know how to play, and I'll have some fun with you, Siwu Chu. I have to go see the prisoner, and I'll be on duty tonight. Have fun, Siwu Chu."

"Okay. Zhou Fu'an, you have to learn to play in the future. Tell me, you are a grown man and you don't even know a single card idea. Isn't your life in vain?"

Well, I'm a grown man, and living without knowing how to play cards is meaningless. Zhou Fuan cursed in his heart. If we look at Chu Mingyang's definition of life, how many men in the Qi Dynasty would have lived in vain.

"I'll go to the kitchen and cook for the young master."

Xiao Zhangya opened the cloth on a wicker basket, took out the ingredients, and walked out.

"I want two pots, one for steaming and one for frying."

As soon as he entered the small kitchen, Xiao Zhang Ya spoke to Qian Xiao Sheng.

Qian Xiaocheng glanced at Aunt Su and Hua Fan who were cooking on the other stove with some embarrassment.

The inn only had two kitchens, a large one and a large one. The large kitchen cooked meals for all the prisoners, including several large pots of vegetable soup and several large pots of black steamed buns. Granny Qian took several female prisoners to cook.

The prisoners' food was easy to cook, so Granny Qian took a few female prisoners to cook the meals for the officials first. The officials did not have any good food, mainly northern stewed vegetables and white steamed buns. Thirty or forty officials sent a pot of stew and a pot of white steamed buns. It's done in a moment, and then you don't even have to clean the pot, just make the prisoner's vegetable soup, so that the prisoner's vegetable soup can contain a little more oil and water.

The small kitchen has two iron pots, one large and one small. It is the small kitchen of the Qian family. There are all the ingredients and oil, salt, sauce and vinegar that ordinary people can use to live here. Qian's family not only uses it for their own family, but also rents it from wealthy prisoners.

There are actually very few people in the Su family who know how to cook. Except for Grandma Su who was born in the countryside and can cook some farm-style meals, she can even draw a fan and stir-fry a few ordinary side dishes. The remaining people are either masters or men. They don't even know how to boil water in a pot, let alone how to cook.

"Master, I will let them leave right now."

Qian Xiaocheng was only embarrassed for a moment, and immediately asked Nanny Su and Hua Fan to leave first. It doesn't matter how much money he makes. What's important is that he can't offend the official, especially this personal official who came with Chu Siwu.

The seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister came from the right prime minister's palace. Even the county magistrate below had to give him a little face, let alone a low-level postman.

"My lord, let me help you light the fire and chop the vegetables. We just boiled some rice porridge in the pot and put a few dough pancakes on it. It will be cooked in a while. When we take it out, it will be half-cooked. That officer Master, look-"

Hua Fan just hesitated for a moment, then immediately stepped forward and smiled at Xiao Ya.

Although the little lady can conjure up a lot of good food, they are prisoners after all, and they are being stared at by countless pairs of eyes at this time, so they cannot be too conspicuous.

Considering that there are things sent by King Yan, plus things sent by the Song family, it would be suspicious if they don't take them out to cook some food.

Song Jinhe asked Nanny Su to light a fire, draw a fan and paste some white flour pancakes on it, and then cook a bowl of white rice porridge. Then add some pickles. There are many patients, children, and elderly people at home, so eating warms the stomach.

Unexpectedly, it was only half done, and he was about to use the pot.

This puts Hua Fan and Aunt Su in a dilemma.

"Don't make me say it a second time, I'm sorry." Xiaoya Zhang's words were cold and did not match his appearance and age at all. The gentle girl's appearance in front of Chu Mingyang just now turned into a cold and emotionless needle in an instant.

"Scoop out and empty the pot for Mr. Zhang. You two, hurry up and brush the pot a few more times."

When Qian Xiaocheng saw this situation, he quickly shouted to the two of them that they were just two prisoners, but they dared to bargain with the official. They were really lucky.

Of course, Qian Xiaocheng also knew how pitiful these prisoners were. He had just left the capital. The prisoners were from good families and still had two coins in their hands. As they walked further, in the end, all the money and belongings they had had to be taken away by the officials. At that time, let alone eating a few mouthfuls of white noodles and drinking a few mouthfuls of rice soup, that is all a luxury. If we can survive without starving to death in the exile, our ancestors will burn high incense.

Therefore, Qian Xiaocheng never kills all the prisoners who come to stay at the inn. In his opinion, there are many prisoners here, and it may be the last hot and full meal he will have in the rest of his life.

Why should a living person compete with a dying person for a meal?

Alas, this Chu Siwu is really from a wealthy family and does not know the sufferings of the world.

"Okay, let's clean the pot now."

Grandma Su and Hua Fan looked at each other, immediately turned off the heat, uncovered the half-cooked pancake, and then quickly scooped the rice soup into a ceramic jar.

Grandma Su asked to go out, Hua Fan and hurriedly went to clean the pot. I'm afraid that my little teeth will be disgusted by Grandma Su because she is too old to brush them clean. Then we'll look for trouble.

I brushed the painting fan several times to make the pot shine, then I cleaned my hands and left.

When leaving the kitchen door, Hua Fan turned around and saw Qian Xiaocheng sitting in front of the pot and lighting the fire.

In the warm firelight, the little girl stood in front of the chopping board and bent over to chop vegetables. Her face was fair and warm, and her chopping movements were as orderly as a beauty showing off her flowers. The whole person exuded a kind of warmth and aura of human fireworks.

He looked nothing like the same person as the ice needle just now.

Hua Fan was stunned for a moment, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart.

She felt like she had seen this feeling somewhere before, but for a moment, she couldn't remember it.

Hua Fan returned to the room and was about to eat. Except for Butler Su who was watching the donkey cart, everyone else was in the room. As soon as Hua Fan entered the house, he closed the door tightly.

"The pancake is half-cooked, the rice soup is boiled, but the popcorn rice is not boiled and is a bit hard. Fortunately, the soup is still hot."

Aunt Su opened the jar and muttered dissatisfiedly.

"You two are doing the right thing. You must always remember our current identities. We are prisoners. Don't conflict with anyone."

Mrs. Su confirmed that what the two of them did just now was correct.

"But if someone wants to bully us, we are not afraid of them."

Ye Ranqing, who was sitting on the bed and resting, was no longer so pale. Since she had to lie down to protect her pregnancy, Mrs. Su arranged for her to sleep on the edge of the big bed closest to the north wall. This will keep people from touching her as much as possible.

Six single beds were put together into two large beds, and the two beds were joined together, leaning against the south wall. Su Zhen slept in the north, and Su Chengyi and Su San slept outside. The remaining five were put together, and all the women and children slept together. It became a big shop.

"If I weren't worried about causing trouble for the masters, I would just wait a while. After the official duties are done, I will go to the small kitchen to do it again."

Aunt Su was a little bit worried.

【let me. 】

Su Mibao remembered in her heart that the little official who was the personal attendant around Chu Mingyang would definitely teach him a lesson if she had the chance.