There was a large bowl of mutton soup with chili oil floating in it. There was no meat or bones, only a few thick slices of white radish and a few chopped green onions, but the aroma penetrated straight into the nose.

The strong man couldn't help but murmured: "There really isn't any meat residue at all."

The waiter smiled confidently: "Sir, it's only three cents. Look at these two big buns, that's enough money."

The strong man looked at the steamed buns next to the sea bowl and was surprised: "It's really not small."

Usually one penny can buy a steamed bun, but it is much smaller than in this shop. The waiter did not boast, these two steamed buns alone are worth three penny, and the mutton bone soup is a free gift.

What else is there to choose from the free stuff?

The strong man grabbed a steamed bun and took a big bite, then took a sip of mutton bone soup.

The soup made from only mutton bones is much clearer than the mutton soup made with both bones and meat. This is also due to cost control, but it is still delicious, especially with the fragrant chili oil, which makes it spicy and fragrant in one sip.

It felt warm from the throat to the stomach.

This kind of spicy food combined with big steamed buns is a perfect match.

The strong man slapped the table, startling the people who came in.

"It's so delicious!" he exclaimed excitedly and ate hard.

The people who came in slowed down and shouted one after another: "Waiter, here's a bowl of mutton bone soup."

"okay!"

In the blink of an eye, the lobby was almost full.

For ordinary people who work hard to make a living, being able to eat well is the most important thing. If they can eat well and still eat well, it will be a life of gods.

Affordable and delicious, it is the most attractive to them.

In an inconspicuous corner, Lin Hao and Qi Shuo sat opposite each other.

“Would you like the lamb bone soup spicy or not?”

Lin Hao thought for a while: "It's spicy. It's cold and spicy to keep warm."

Qi Shuo said to the waiter: "Two bowls of spicy soup and a plate of plain mutton."

In addition to the cheapest steamed buns with mutton bone soup, the store also has plain mutton, braised mutton, mutton dumplings and other dishes to meet the needs of different customers. However, these dishes are expensive and I haven't heard anyone order them yet.

Soon the mutton soup was served. Lin Hao took a sip and sighed: "Isn't this going to be a loss?"

Unexpectedly, Prince Jing not only knew many delicious restaurants, but the restaurant he opened was also so delicious.

"It's not very profitable. Small profits but quick turnover can also give people a full meal after a hard day's work."

Lin Hao glanced at the people who were either engrossed in eating or chatting while eating. They all had smiles on their faces, smiles from the bottom of their hearts.

A day of hard work and sadness can be relieved by a good meal.

"The mutton is also delicious." Lin Hao praised it generously.

"Do you want to eat garlic?" Qi Shuo pushed a small plate of green garlic cloves over.

Lin Hao struggled hard and shook his head: "Don't eat it."

Garlic can relieve greasiness, but it also has a strong taste, so you should be careful in front of Prince Jing.

Taking a look at the handsome and gentle young man, Lin Hao silently added: It doesn't matter who the other person is, you should be careful when eating raw garlic outside.

"Your Majesty, please eat." She pushed the small plate over.

The white porcelain is delicate, and it fits the girl's more delicate fingertips. The green garlic cloves inside make it feel particularly delicious.

Qi Shuo also hesitated and refused cruelly: "I won't eat it either."

The two glanced regretfully at the delicious pickled garlic with their peripheral vision, a little unwillingly.

"By the way, my mother likes to eat pickled garlic, so I will take a small jar with her before leaving." Lin Hao said seriously.

Qi Shuo smiled and said: "My second brother also likes to eat, so I will bring a jar too."

After drinking the mutton soup, the two of them walked down the street each carrying a jar of pickled garlic.

People come and go on the street, most of them wearing contented and peaceful smiles. The first month is a rare leisure time for hardworking people in the year. When the weather gets warmer, the busy farming season will come.

Because of this, the street has a leisurely and lazy atmosphere, just like Lin Hao who is well fed and drunk at this time.

Qi Shuo changed the topic and broke the idleness.

"Miss Lin Er, do you still remember the time when you came back from outside and we happened to meet each other, I said someone was following you?"

Lin Hao nodded: "Remember."

After drinking the delicious mutton soup and holding the delicious pickled garlic, why did he suddenly mention this?

Could it be that Prince Jing is eyeing the teacher?

This made Lin Hao nervous.

The teacher had saved her life. Although she was working for Emperor Pingle, she didn't want her teacher's life to be in danger.

Regardless of selfishness or the standpoint of her family and country, she dislikes Emperor Pingle. Yu Gong, Emperor Pingle blindly gave in back then, and even now the city is still in the hands of the Qi people. If he really wants to take back the throne, it will not be a good thing for the Great Zhou Dynasty.

.Yu Zi, in her previous life, she died in the pursuit of Emperor Pingle, and her teacher also died in the hands of Emperor Pingle.

She, a girl in a boudoir, could know about national affairs only because of her teacher.

The teacher later changed his mind about helping Emperor Ping Le regain the throne, which led to his death.

"Do you still have memories of the supposedly haunted house we abandoned?"

"Of course I have an impression." Lin Hao began to have strange feelings again.

What do we mean by the house we gave up?

Qi Shuo lowered his voice: "At that time, I found traces of human activity in the house. I was curious, so I sent someone to keep an eye on it. Sure enough, I found that occasionally someone would sneak into the house quietly. Just yesterday, the people who went to the house were actually followed.

Someone who has passed you."

Lin Hao was surprised.

Prince Jing is talking about Du Qing?

In other words, the house that was rumored to be haunted was probably the place where Emperor Pingle's people met to discuss matters.

"How did the prince deal with it later?" Lin Hao was surprised and asked with a calm expression on his face.

"Nothing has been done about it." Qi Shuo smiled, his eyes falling on Lin Hao's face, "Except that the person has followed you, I don't know anything else. Let's take a look first."

"That's it." Lin Hao changed to a portable pickled garlic jar, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Knowing that Prince Jing personally killed the fortune teller Fang Chengji, she discovered that Prince Jing was not as simple and harmless as he seemed.

He is a smart and low-key person. If he said something unintentionally, he might expose the teacher.

Qi Shuo paused and stepped closer to meet the girl's surprised eyes.

"Does Miss Lin Er know the person who is following you?"

Lin Hao was startled and subconsciously took half a step back. His wrist was grabbed by a hand with distinct joints.

"Be careful not to fall."

Lin Hao lowered his head, seeing a piece of gravel at his feet, and then raised his eyes to look at the people around him.

Qi Shuo had already let go of his hand and said in a casual tone: "Miss Lin Er is not someone who neglects her own safety. If she hadn't judged the person following you, she would have been interested in his situation."

Lin Hao tilted his head and smiled: "Your Majesty is really observant."

Qi Shuo was silent, not knowing whether Miss Lin Er's words were a compliment or a sarcasm.
Chapter completed!