Luo Mingguang was not very comfortable, so he only took a few sips of white porridge and replied, "I will use it first today and make it for Brother Yun tomorrow morning."

"Okay!" Mu Yun then lowered his head to drink porridge with satisfaction.

The other guards on the table were also a little uneasy. They ate the food they cooked all the way. Why did they feel that the taste was so bad when they ate in the inn? They didn’t think it was when they came?

"Miss Luo, our food seems to be bottoming out. Should we buy more?" A guard asked casually, pulling the vegetables on the plate.

The other person immediately continued, "Do you still need to ask? Just buy it after you finish eating! Right, head?"

The next sentence "head" is asked about Fan Ju.

Fan Ju nodded to him with approval: "If it rains tomorrow, you can't rush to go, take advantage of this time to buy some vegetables to cook first. There is no need to buy more. It has passed Guangrao Mansion, so purchasing should be very convenient."

Luo Mingguang: You also know that buying is convenient! It is also very convenient to stay in a restaurant along the way. Do you still need to buy and cook?

Of course everyone knows it, but they just deliberately ignore this issue. Who wouldn’t be happy to have a comfortable and delicious meal when you go out?

They were having dinner, and another customer went to the store to stay. He was a slightly fat old man, wearing a thin silk with blue patterns on his body, a round face, and a worldly smile. He looked like a merchant, with two older Changsui beside him.

It is normal now, but it is dark early on rainy days, and it is already dark outside the window.

It was raining heavily, and the guests were soaked that they had just been fished out of the river. Although it was summer, it was inevitable that moisture would invade the body and get sick after being outdoors for a long time.

The shopkeeper is a kind-hearted person. He is the only inn in this small town. Although there is no place to arrange for them to stay, he promised to let the master and servant sit in the lobby to shelter from the rain.

There were many seats in the lobby, so the master and servant found a seat to sit over. The shopkeeper ordered the waiter to send a veil to the three of them so that they could wipe the water from their heads and faces.

Luo Mingguang drank some porridge and went upstairs to rest. Zhao Yan and Mu Yun also used it randomly and gave up to fill their stomachs.

I fell asleep in the first half of the night with lightning and thunder, and the rain turned lighter in the second half of the night, and it dripped on the window frame, disturbing people all night.

Luo Mingguang slept well. He woke up early in the morning and felt refreshed. He listened to the cold rain knocking on the window outside, but he felt calm.

At this time, the sky was dim and people were still sleeping soundly. The corridor was quiet, so she walked downstairs on the wooden stairs.

Halfway through, I heard the shopkeeper in the lobby's deliberate voice that was afraid of disturbing the guest: "... I twisted the chicken's head and couldn't bleed, couldn't see the light, and couldn't let it crow. The rooster was strong and could not die for a moment, and could not scream, so I could only make a muffled sound of 'cuckoo', which is called a cock-watching... "

There were about a dozen guests sitting around the lobby, with a pile of burning embers from the firewood in the middle, which was made to bake clothes last night.

Among them is the merchant who stayed last night with two long-time followers.

There is another man and a woman who snuggled up to each other, which should be a couple. The woman leaned against a half-old man, as if she was very tired, but she was reluctant to miss the ancients. She supported her eyelids and her head hung on the woman's arms.

There is another scholar with fair face, starry eyes, and a gentle and restrained spirit. Although he is wearing an old dress, everyone with eyesight knows that it is made of dark cloud patterns in the south. One piece is worth hundreds of gold.

He wore a Confucian scarf on his head and a shirt, and he was obviously already famous. He was surrounded by a servant of seventeen or eighteen years old, and next to him was a bookcase with a waterproof oil cloth on it.

The last one was a middle-aged man, wearing a short brown upper body, a dusty face, and the edges of the thousand-layer cloth shoes on his feet were worn out, so it was because he had been running around all year round.

Suddenly there were so many more people. I guess they couldn't find the place to stay here last night and took a rest.

There was also a waiter who kept wiping the table with a rag, but he was very attentive. It was probably because the shopkeeper had heard too many times that he couldn't get interested.

Although Luo Ming's bare steps were light, it still disturbed them from chatting.

The shopkeeper paused, got up to greet him, and asked, "Miss is getting up so early! I wonder if the two young masters have gotten up? Is breakfast here? Or someone to deliver it to the room?"

"No!" She fucked her soft voice, "Can you use it for the shopkeeper's kitchen?"

Because she planned to make breakfast for the two young masters, she dressed very neatly. She had a frosty slanted collar and narrow sleeves on her upper body. She wore a green Hunan skirt underneath, and a thin green silk ribbon tied around her waist. She didn't know how to comb her hair, but only divided her long hair into two halves. She tied it with a plain hairband in front, picked a strand to braid it into thin braids, circled around her hair, and then fixed it with a bone bar.

The face is as white as jade, with delicate eyebrows and eyes. The 14-5-year-old girl has a soft figure as boneless. She has an indescribable and unique charm. She is so slight and dizzy that she has a new moon and a new flower. She is particularly eye-catching.

But his voice was soft and glutinous, like sugar and honey, which made people want to listen to a few more sentences.

The shopkeeper's voice was soft and softer: "Miss wants to cook by himself? The chef is cooking for all the guests. There is also a small kitchen that is usually used by the little one at home. It has rice, noodles, vegetables and vegetables. Just use it!" After the shopkeeper said that, he called the waiter who was cleaning the table to come over to take her to the kitchen.

Luo Mingguang nodded and thanked him, turned around and went back with the waiter.

When her figure disappeared from the back door, the shopkeeper turned around and saw that the scholar's eyes were still staring at the back door.

He shook his head. The young boy was Mu Shaoai's age, let alone such a beautiful girl. He was an enthusiastic person and couldn't help but say, "That girl came with her two brothers. The entourage alone brought about twenty people, each riding a tall horse. It's not easy to be aware of the identity."

The scholar nodded with a smile, and had a thought in his mind: So what?

Seeing the shopkeeper's eyes with a little bit of raising some points, he suddenly realized that this was reminding him that the girl was born and not a poor scholar like him could reach the top.

He couldn't help laughing. He had seen the beauty before. He cried and shouted that he wanted to marry him. He could even line up from the door of his house to the city gate. Where could he meet a beautiful girl and couldn't take his eyes off?

He just felt that the girl's appearance and behavior were a bit inconsistent. If she was said to have a humble background, she had no cowardice at all. If she was said to have a tall background, she would not seem to feel condescending in her bones.

Just looking at the temperament and charm, it is as beautiful as the worldly fireworks, but it is completely like a mortal in the world. Such a contradiction makes people unable to help but guess, which makes the shopkeeper misunderstand.

If you misunderstand, you will misunderstand! The more you describe this kind of thing, you will nod and thank him.

The half-aged child heard the conversation between him and asked, "Is it that he communicated with the Yin soldiers?"

There is a rain corridor connected to the kitchen at the back door, otherwise it will become a problem to deliver food to the front once it rains.
Chapter completed!