At dawn, just as the sun rose, Yin woke Qingyan up. She sat up groggily, wrapped in the covers, her almond-shaped eyes still half-closed, soft snores coming from her mouth. She had been too excited to get up and hadn't fallen into a deep sleep until almost 3:45 AM. Even now, less than two hours had passed, and her biological clock was completely disrupted.
"Master, should we let Sulan come in to serve the Fujin?" Su Peisheng saw Yin come out by himself and looked back, but Qingyan was not there.
Yin shook his head. He would let Qingyan familiarize herself with the place in the carriage later. The place where they were to set up camp was still an hour and a half away from the county town.
"Give me the clothes you prepared!" Yin wouldn't let too many people see Xiao Guai without her hair and makeup done.
When Qingyan regained consciousness, she found herself in a moving carriage. Her little face scrunched up in annoyance. Yin had ambushed her again. How annoying!
"Fourth Prince, I'm hungry!" Qingyan turned her head and found Yin looking at the memorial in his hand not far away. Even though he was an ordinary student, there were still a lot of official business waiting for Yin's approval. This prince, who was not good at handling official business, had to spend the rest of his time in the carriage approving memorials, except for the first day.
Yin put down the memorial in his hand, walked to her side, reached out and pinched her little nose. When he lifted her onto the carriage, he wrapped her in her cloak. Kangxi and Consort Tong both caught a glimpse of that red figure and couldn't help but smile at each other.
"You didn't even wake me up, and now you've made a fool of yourself again!" Qingyan glared angrily at Yin, thinking how utterly unfair he was.
snort!
Qingyan used her chubby little paws to slap down the hand that was making a fuss on her nose, her little mouth puffing out as she was still angry.
"Let's drink the honey water first. When we get to the county town, I'll take you to eat beef noodles. Haven't you been wanting to eat them all this time?" Yin looked at Xiao Guai. This time, he would make up for the regrets of returning victorious. Originally, Kangxi had decided to stay at the post stations on the way back for two or three days, but due to the urging of the Empress Dowager, he had to travel longer.
real?!
Her eyes lit up; she was finally going to get what she wanted. Using her purse as a cover, she took out a small notebook from her storage space, which recorded the location of each inn and the local restaurants.
Yuelai Inns were scattered throughout every corner of the Qing Dynasty, and each innkeeper would send a food map to the capital as soon as possible, all of which were required by the Qing Dynasty.
At this moment, Yin discovered that Qingyan had really done a lot of preparation for this, even noting down the names and specific addresses of the shops.
“These are all choices made by the locals, we must eat them!” Qingyan tugged at Yin’s sleeve, shaking it back and forth, hoping he would agree.
"My word doesn't count; you have to ask Father Emperor!" Yin didn't believe that Kangxi would let the two of them act alone. Even if Kangxi trusted him, Consort Tong would definitely not agree to the decision.
Qingyan lowered her head listlessly. If Feiyanggu could have come along, she would definitely have been thinking of her father instead of clinging to Yin.
"Fourth Prince, let's go eat this once, okay?" Qingyan understood that these folk foods hadn't been sampled, and it was already quite good that Yin and she could use them even vaguely. Kangxi, as an emperor, certainly wouldn't use these, to prevent some people from causing trouble in private.
Yin looked at the little guy's pleading eyes and softened. It was just some food, so it shouldn't be a big deal. These shops had been operating locally for over a hundred years. Yin had been here during a disaster relief effort in her previous life, and the list in her hand was already very detailed.
"This is a one-time exception, and it won't happen again!" Yin gently pinched her little nose and carefully fed Qingyan honey water.
Yay!
Qingyan cheered with joy. She had finally gotten to eat the food she had been longing for. In modern times, Lanzhou beef noodles are available everywhere, but now it's different. In Jingcheng, there isn't even a single shop selling these dishes.
"If you like it, you can have the chefs you brought learn it. When you return to the capital, you can have them make it whenever you want!" Yin put down his cup and turned to Ding Yan of the Qing Dynasty.
"No need. This is a family heirloom. If we let others learn it, it will hinder their ability to open a shop," Qingyan said, directly rejecting the idea.
Upon arriving in the county town, Yin placed Qingyan inside the house, keeping a close eye on the little guy's safety.
"Father, let's go eat beef noodles." Yin looked at Kangxi.
The four of them were dressed as Manchu nobles. This place was very close to the hunting grounds for the autumn hunt. Emperor Kangxi had ordered the autumn hunt to begin, and many merchants had gathered here, hoping to earn more money.
Yesterday, the imperial procession arrived here, prompting many to speculate whether they could get in touch with a powerful figure.
"Okay, you lead the way." Kangxi was relieved. Xiao Guai must have done his homework. Fei Yanggu had said a lot that the last time they returned from their victory, the little guy was in a hurry and didn't get to taste the delicacies.
Yin smiled slightly and walked ahead with Xiao Guai. She noticed that the people in the county town were all dressed very cleanly, and the vendors selling goods had smiles on their faces, but their expressions were full of bitterness, and they didn't seem to be living a very comfortable life.
"Fourth, these people aren't happy!" Qingyan muttered softly.
He glanced at Xiao Guai and noticed that the vendors were mostly dressed in heavy clothes, and some of their faces were covered in sweat. He frowned at this; it seemed the local magistrate was forcing everyone to dress more appropriately.
Kangxi, who was behind the two, had already noticed these events. He didn't say anything, intending to observe how the two scoundrels would react.
"Don't say anything for now!" Yin comforted Xiao Guai. The prefect here was a distant nephew of Suo'etu, and was very likely to collect money for Suo'etu.
The group sat down at the beef noodle stall. Qingyan noticed something was wrong. No matter how few people were there, there should always be one or two people at the food stall. But today, there wasn't a single one.
The stall owners, an old man and an old woman, finally smiled when they saw that Kangxi and his entourage had filled all the seats, and that everyone's clothes were not cheap.
"Sir, what would you and your wife like?" Qingyan didn't miss the change in the old lady's face. She tugged at Yin's sleeve, preparing to let Yin order.
"Little darling, you decide!" Kangxi knew that his fourth son was also a bit of a know-it-all, so he simply let the little guy take charge.
Qingyan ordered a bowl of signature beef noodles for everyone. Consort Tong and her maids used small bowls, while Emperor Kangxi and others used large bowls. Each table also ordered an extra serving of potato noodles and a serving of braised beef.
Despite its simplicity, Emperor Kangxi and others found it to taste better than what the imperial chefs made.
“Auntie, there are many of us, let me help you!” Qingyan glanced at Sulan, who quickly got up and walked to the stall owner’s side.
"No, no, young lady, this won't do!" the old man quickly refused. Ever since the prefect learned that the imperial procession was coming, business on their street had become much slower. (To be continued. If you like this work, please vote for it on Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please go to m.qidian.com to read.)
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