Hearing that there were meatballs, not only the little fat boy, but even the two steady guards couldn't help but smile.

He even stood up, took the basin from Qian Chunhua's hand, and poured all the spare ribs into the spicy hot pot.

Qian Chunhua smiled. He was indeed a foodie and knew which pot to eat from.

Half an hour later, the three of them were burping and didn't want to move at all.

Qian's mother had already taken her three children home to wash up and rest early. Only Qian Xingshan stayed in the room to accompany his sister.

Qian Chunhua didn't expect that these three people were such big eaters.

Not only did they eat up two pounds of spare ribs, two pounds of meatballs and the leftovers, they also ate two pounds of noodles.

Seeing this, Qian Chunhua was afraid that their stomachs would burst.

I just boiled some hawthorn water for them and asked them to drink it in small sips to help digestion.

The little fat man looked very satisfied and said, "Why don't you open a shop in the county? The antique soup you make is really delicious."

The two guards also nodded.

Qian Chunhua smiled and said, "Fatty, oh...little kid. We don't make antique soup. This shop only sells tea and some simple food, mainly noodles, steamed buns, and dumplings."

"Why?" The little fat boy didn't understand.

Qian Chunhua explained to him helplessly, "The world is not peaceful nowadays. Running a shop consumes a lot of food every day. Even if you have money outside, you can't buy food."

This is the truth. The fat boy also knows that there are daily purchase limits on grain in the county.

If the store is opened, there will be nowhere to buy the meat and vegetables needed for daily life.

What a pity! The fat boy looked at the spicy hotpot in front of him and really wanted to pack it up and take it home.

Qian Chunhua thought this child was really funny. He looked to be only about thirteen years old, but his words and actions were very casual. It was unknown who had raised such a naive child.

"Master, we should go back." It was already dark, and it would be dark to get home now.

The two guards were a little anxious. Things were not peaceful now and the master and the mistress would not allow the young master to leave the house. Yet he sneaked out today and didn't come back so late. I'm afraid the master and the others must be very worried.

The little fat boy doesn't care about so many things. He is already tired of being kept at home every day.

"Little Fatty, it's time for us to close." Qian Chunhua couldn't help it when she saw that the little fat boy was still not happy.

Now the little fat boy had no choice but to stand up and prepare to leave.

One of the guards came forward and prepared to settle the bill. "Madam, settle the bill."

Qian Chunhua's mind was working rapidly. Two catties of spare ribs cost one hundred cents, two catties of pork cost ten cents, and the other dishes were not valuable, so they cost ten cents.

Noodles are forty cents, or two hundred cents at most. I won’t estimate the price of the hot pot base, but if you add it all together, it would be two hundred cents at most.

The original price is 400 coins, so it's not too much to charge them one or two taels of silver, Qian Chunhua thought to himself.

"One...one tael of silver." Qian Chunhua said tentatively.

"What, one or two taels?" The fat man exclaimed before the guard could speak.

"Expensive... Is it expensive?" Qian Xingshan also felt it was expensive.

The little fat boy shook his head like a rattle, "No, it's just too cheap."

Hearing this, the two guards were speechless and looked at their young master, how could he speak like that.

What the fat boy said was the truth. If you eat in Beijing, an ordinary antique soup would cost at least 100 taels of silver, and it’s not as delicious as this one.