Zhao Defang's road to the virtuous king

"Guest officer, how many of you are going to Yongcheng along the official road?"

"Well, we will enter Yongcheng tomorrow, and then go to the black soil hillock to have a look."

The next day at Mao, Defang and the others got up, and the group set off without breakfast. Ling'er lifted the curtain and said, "Father, hurry up, I want to go to the city to eat fried horns and sugar cakes."

"Ling'er, you'll be there soon. Once we enter the city, let's find those small shops. We'll have breakfast in the city." Defang turned her head and said, "But remember, you can't call your father any more on this journey." I'm king, I want to call you daddy."

"Yes, father!" Ling'er shouted with a smile, "Dad! I'm hungry!"

"Father heard it, Jiajun, look, you can't let the baby girl go hungry, or your ears will be called deaf, hehehe"

Eight people from Defang entered Yongcheng. After inquiring, they learned that three famous shops lined up from north to south, and you can eat all of them if you walk straight there. The horse walked forward. Although the streets of Yongcheng are not as wide as the capital city, they are very lively in the early morning. Small shops are opened early. When she heard the smell of frying horns, Ling'er opened the curtain and said, "Father, have you smelled it? Ling'er's stomach is growling."

"Father heard it, hehehe, Chongming, you go there first, you have to play a few games, Ling'er can't wait, hahaha"

"Yes, master." Chongming handed the reins of the horse to Shang En, ran over by himself, and came to the small shop, where the six small tables were full of people, Chongming said, "Shop, are there any empty tables?"

"Guest officer, you have also seen that there are no empty tables, why don't you wait?"

"Shopkeeper, there are eight of us in a group, we need at least two tables."

The shopkeeper looked back, "Guest officer, don't talk about two tables at this time, even one table will not be vacated for a while, or I will fry the dime for you first, and you will wait for the table." [Dumplings: Also known as prison pills, flat food, dumpling bait, powder horn, etc.In the Three Kingdoms, it was called Crescent Wonton; in the Southern and Northern Dynasties, it was called Wonton; in Tang Dynasty, it was called Yanyue Wonton; in Song Dynasty, it was called Jiaozi or Jiaoer (the etymology of the word dumpling today); in Yuan Dynasty, it was called Bianshi; in Qing Dynasty, it was called dumpling. 】

Chongming thought for a while, "I can only do this first, shopkeeper, how many fried horns are there on a plate?"

"A plate of eight."

"Then it will take eight dishes."

"Okay, I'll make it for you when I finish frying the three dishes for those two."

"Shopkeeper, hurry up, my master, wife and little master haven't had breakfast in the morning."

"Guest officer, don't be in a hurry. I only have a frying pan and a steamer. I can only cook two dishes at a time, but it's too late. Just wait."

Chongming was in a hurry, so he had to wait. After a while, Defang and the others dismounted from the car and came over. Jia Jun said, "Chongming, is there any free table?"

"No, it's full, and we have to wait a while to fry the corner."

Defang looked inside, "There is really no room, the eight of us can't get together anyway."

"Master" Baili said, "How about this, you, your wife, and the young master can use it in the carriage, and we can just stand up and eat."

Jia Jun nodded, "Master, what Baili said is that we just need to stand."

Defang looked at Concubine Di, "Madam, how is it?"

"That's how it is," Concubine Di said, "I have to wrong Jiajun and you guys."

"Ma'am, it's too serious." Jia Jun handed over 000