Was it because I didn't express myself clearly enough last night?
In just a short while, the long table had been disassembled and moved onto the carriage by the little ones, leaving a small square table behind.
"Young Lady Hong, your young master is truly remarkable. He managed to make such delicious noodles in the wilderness. I wonder, from which master chef did he learn his culinary skills?" Lan Zechen remained where he was.
He was praising her sincerely and felt that his decision to follow her was the right one.
Whether I can get the good stuff or not is another matter, but I certainly got to eat this delicious food.
This dish, which is both numbing and spicy, is something he genuinely doesn't know is a specialty of any region.
"Oh, well, can I say that no one taught him? I just found some recipes in bookstores along the way, and he figured it out himself."
At first, the dishes he tried to make weren't this delicious, but now, it's clear he's getting more and more skilled. Hong Xiaoduo said with a smile, then sat down, and Tianxuan also came over with a bowl of freshly cooked noodles.
The medium-sized blue and white porcelain bowl is mostly half full, topped with an enticing topping: bright red chili oil that smells like it's been seasoned with aged vinegar, and a small dish of spicy and sour radish strips.
"You eat this too?" Lan Zechen was quite surprised to see what Tianxuan had placed next to the noodle bowl.
While eating noodles, he noticed that several boys and their master were eating this thing—garlic.
According to records, this stuff came from foreign lands. It's spicy and is used by cooks in restaurants and eateries. However, he had heard of people eating it raw, but he had never seen it with his own eyes.
I saw several of them this morning. That kid named Tianquan even told him that if you don't eat garlic with your noodles, the flavor will be halved!
But can anyone tell him how this girl could eat something with such a strong smell raw?
"Yes, this stuff is great. It has many benefits, such as clearing the five internal organs, opening the orifices, dispelling cold and dampness, warding off evil, reducing boils and swellings, and resolving indigestion."
"Of course, I eat it simply because I like it," Hong Xiaoduo said, stirring the noodles in her bowl with her chopsticks.
"Hey? Why is your noodles a little different from what we eat?" Lan Zechen blurted out.
Upon hearing his words, Hong Xiaoduo was taken aback at first, then laughed and said, "Is it because the sauce in my bowl is more plentiful than yours?" That was the first thing that came to her mind; it was possible.
Lan Zechen quickly shook his head and said, "No, no, the noodles we just ate were thick, but your noodles are flat and wide."
Oh, I see. Hong Xiaoduo understood. "That child knows I prefer this kind of food. By the way, Pavilion Master Lan, what about the matter I asked you to investigate last night?"
"Don't worry about that matter, Miss Hong. Since I agreed, I will definitely take it seriously. Besides, you see, I haven't even given you the result yet, and I've already been eating and drinking here for free."
"I sent a carrier pigeon last night, and I believe I'll get a response soon," Lan Zechen immediately told him.
Of course, he wouldn't tell you what the carrier pigeon carried, or the information about the seven little ones and the three adults.
Although his subordinates had already obtained the basic registration information of the group from the inn where they were staying, including their names and places of origin.
But he wanted to know more.
"Carrier pigeon?" Upon hearing this, Hong Xiaoduo shook her head with a self-deprecating laugh. Right, how could she have forgotten about that? She had actually been thinking of having one of his men send a fast horse to handle this?
“Yes, if you want them, I’ll have someone pick out two good ones for you later. They’re well-trained and can deliver messages faster than human horses,” Lan Zechen immediately said.
Just for the fact that we can have freshly made noodles and cute fried eggs in this desolate place early in the morning, I should make friends with this young lady and her group.
Actually, he also realized that the key person was this girl; she was the leader of this group, and once he got her on his side, everything would be fine.
"Okay, then I'll thank you in advance, Pavilion Master. Also, please call me Xiaoduo from now on." Hong Xiaoduo didn't stand on ceremony with the other party and started eating her noodles after saying that.
Homing pigeons are indeed a good thing. Just because we don't need them now doesn't mean we won't need them in the future. They don't take up much space and eat very little.
Regardless of the other party's motives for flattering her, Hong Xiaoduo still trusted her own judgment in judging people.
"Alright, Xiaoduo, eat slowly." Lan Zechen belatedly realized that he had disturbed the other person's noodles, and after saying that, he strolled away to watch the little ones load the car.
Strolling over to Little Gray, and seeing that the hay it was eating was actually of the highest quality, Lan Zechen casually remarked, "It's not like we're short of money. Why would we use a donkey for a long trip? And why feed it such good hay?"
Little Grey, who was enjoying his meal, slowly raised his head, his hooves kicking and stomping on the ground.
"Hey, Little Grey, there's still some left. Why aren't you eating? We're leaving soon, and if you don't eat it, your big brother will come and take it away." Yao Guang walked over and looked at the cloth bag in front of Little Grey.
Upon hearing this, Little Grey quickly lowered its head and continued eating.
“You guys are being too wasteful. Even if you have money, you shouldn’t squander it like this. It’s just a donkey. You can just cut some weeds from the roadside to feed it. There’s no need to feed it such good fodder,” Lan Zechen said to Yaoguang.
"Uncle Pavilion Master, that's not how it works. Whether it's a donkey or a fine steed, it's part of our family. My mother said that if we're poor, it will only eat bad fodder if it follows us. But if we're well off, we can't be the only ones eating well."
"Besides, it works so hard for us to travel, so of course we should feed it the best fodder." As she said this, Yao Guang moved closer to Lan Zechen and gestured for him to bend down a little with her small hand.
Then she whispered in his ear, "Uncle Pavilion Master, our Little Grey is very smart. You'd better not say anything bad about it in front of it, because it can understand."
"Pfft," Lan Zechen couldn't help but laugh out loud after hearing this, saying, "It's just a donkey, how smart can it be? Little girl, you may not know, but if you blindfold them and make them pull the millstone, they will just stupidly keep going around in circles."
Little Grey stopped eating its fodder again, looked at Lan Zechen, and stomped its front hooves on the ground again.
"Uncle Pavilion Master, please don't say that. Look, it's angry." Yao Guang quickly advised. After advising it, she turned around and reached out to stroke Xiao Hui's head, whispering to it, "Don't be angry, don't be angry."
"It's not angry because it understands, Uncle thinks it's just been spoiled by you all and doesn't know how to cherish the hay. Okay, okay, Uncle was wrong, I won't say anything more about it."
"It's time to get ready to leave. Uncle, go back to your carriage first." Lan Zechen said to Yaoguang with a smile, and then walked towards his carriage. As he walked, he felt a chill on his back.
"Children are so innocent and naive," he muttered to himself as he boarded his carriage. At that moment, he had no idea that his casual remark would cause him so much trouble…
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