Yan Song was slightly stunned at the plate of salt and boiled bamboo shoots: "I gave it for free?"

"Yes, Lord Yan." The guy replied with a smile.

Yan Song hesitated for a moment, but still shook his head gently: "Eating two dishes by one is too wasteful, it's not right!"

"It's better to thank you shopkeepers for your wishes."

The smile on the guy's face stopped, and then he replied cleverly: "Sir Yan, I'll put this plate of salt and bamboo shoots on the plate of fennel beans. Isn't this a dish?"

"This is a deception, and I don't want to do it."

Yan Song waved his hand firmly: "A pot of thin wine and a plate of fennel beans are enough. I have received this kindness and thank you for your store."

The guy had no choice but to take the old man who couldn't get in. He had no choice but to walk towards the counter with the plate of salt and boiled bamboo shoots.

Yan Song poured the light and thin wine from the wine pot into the cup and savored it carefully, as if he was savoring some good wine.

Then I picked up an anise bean and put it in my mouth and chewed it carefully. It was crispy, soft and fresh, with a strong fragrance, and a cooked but not rotten, and soft but not rotten.

Yan Song nodded slowly: "The cinnamon that Xinghelou came from Lingnan has a strong oily and strong aroma, so he can cook such good fennel beans."

His Changsu Yan Yi was wearing a blue cloth short shirt. After watching the sedan chair stop, he also came to Yan Song.

"If the master likes it, I will go back and let the house cook more."

"No need." Yan Song waved his hand: "The things cooked at home will not have this flavor."

He broke a piece of steamed bun, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly, and then picked up an anise bean and put it in his mouth.

Chang Sui Yan Yi laughed awkwardly and waited behind her.

Yan Song was eating slowly and chewed every bite slowly, as if he wanted to taste the taste.

After a while, he ate half a thick bun and half of the fennel beans on the plate.

Many diners around secretly glanced at Yan Song while eating.

This old man is a regular visitor to Xinghelou. Many people say that he is a high-ranking official in the court, and even the shopkeepers of the restaurant are respectful to him.

But many diners don't believe it.

Not to mention the high-ranking officials, even the chief clerk in the yamen wears brocade clothes when they go down. How could a real high-ranking official wear coarse cloth clothes with patches?

It is obviously wrong to eat only one plate of fennel beans for a meal!

Those high-ranking officials and men are eating delicacies upstairs!

Wearing torn clothes and eating even worse than us, is he who is still a high-ranking official?

Who are you fooling about??

But whether you believe it or not, every time Yan Song comes over, people's eyes inevitably gather on him, and they look carefully, as if they want to see something clue.

There were too many rumors, and some people gradually believed the rumor and believed that the old man was a high-ranking official.

And he is the largest honest official in the capital.

If you dress like this and eat like this, what if you are not a clean official?

Therefore, every time Lord Yan came to have a meal, many people watched from the side. Sometimes, people saw that he had eaten too little, so they brought the food on their table to him.

Just like now.

A middle-aged man wearing a coarse cloth, with a rough face and thick knuckles came over with a plate of untouched scallion-stained pig ears and placed them on Yan Song's table.

"Sir, you...you are a good official."

The man held the hem of his clothes in his hands, and he was a little restrained: "I have never seen an official like you since I was a child. You...you have eaten too little. I gave you this dish..."

The man who was not speaking smoothly put down the dishes and turned around and left.

Yan Song raised his eyebrows and raised his lips, as if he was about to smile, but in the end he stopped, raised his face and turned around to look at Changsui Yan Yi standing behind him.

"Yes, Master."

Yan Yi had a little helplessness in his eyes, but he nodded respectfully, picked up the plate of cold pig ears and chased the man.

"This brother, this brother, our master cannot accept your food, so you should take it back!"

"This..." The man's voice was a little uneasy: "I haven't moved this dish, and it's not dirty..."

"It's not something that has not been moved."

Yan Yi was helpless, but he still increased the volume a little and explained solemnly: "Brother, please forgive me. Our master never accepts other people's things in the yamen. Now he can't make an exception if he comes out for dinner."

The attention of the crowd around him was attracted.

The man was a little nervous: "Yes...but I don't ask you master to do things, just deliver dishes..."

"It's even worse if you don't ask for things..."

Yan Yi hurriedly covered her mouth halfway and corrected: "No matter what, our master will never charge the people one ounce per meter! Brother, we have appreciated your kindness. You should take this dish back!"

"This...this..." The man couldn't resist, so he had to blush and then brought the pig's ears back to his table.

When the people around him saw this scene, they all felt awe.

Don’t charge the people one meter! What a good honest official!

If all the officials in the world can be like this old man Yan, then this Daqian will be peaceful!

After dealing with the man, Yan Yi returned to Yan Song and wiped the sweat from her forehead, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The surroundings kept coming, and the diners lowered their voices and praised Mr. Yan's integrity and simplicity.

Yan Song poured out a glass of thin wine and savored it carefully, as if he was a polite official who didn't care about his reputation.

Yan Yili stood behind him and curled his lips speechlessly.

What can this pot of broken wine be mixed with half of the water?

He didn't understand why his master tasted so beautiful and fragrant, just like Yan Yi didn't understand. Every time this happened, his master would come to Xinghelou for more times.

‘Wait, this person was not the nursery arranged by Xing and the shopkeeper, right?’ Chang Sui Yan Yi suddenly woke up and looked towards the counter.

The shopkeeper smiled and greeted every diner enthusiastically.

‘How is that possible?’

Yan Yi shook her head again, dispelling her ridiculous thoughts.

‘The master only costs fifteen cents a meal. How could a restaurant owner arrange a child care for him?’

At the table, Yan Song picked up an anise bean and put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully. He then used chopsticks to move the remaining anise beans on the plate and counted quietly.

Two, four, six…nine…

I was happy today and I was eating a little soon.

Yan Song woke up in shock, put down his chopsticks with some pain, picked up his glass and took a sip.

At this moment, a group of people in brocade clothes and robes walked down the stairs with big belly and laughter.

"Haha, I didn't expect to be so excited with the adults today."

"Old Master He was given a shoulder carriage by His Majesty today, so we were extremely happy. Speaking of which, we were also able to taste a delicious sausage at this time..."

These people's words were noisy, but Lord Yan's ears stood up and he extracted key information from it.
Chapter completed!