Chapter 170: Chapter 170: If you don't want to borrow, get out...

Chapter 170: Chapter 170: If you don't want to borrow, get out...In the kitchen, several cooks were busy, washing and cutting vegetables, lighting fires and cooking. They chatted while doing things.

"We will live in the inner city in the future." The cook who was cutting vegetables smiled.

The yearning of the people in Beijing for the inner city is just like Xu Lingyin's yearning for food. Those who live in the outer city are not necessarily at the bottom of society, but those who live in the inner city are definitely from wealthy families.

Whether it is people's livelihood or public security, the inner city is far better than the outer city. There is almost no such thing as slums in the inner city. Young ladies don't have to worry about going out shopping.

When you see a secluded alley, you can also walk in boldly. Of course, this kind of thing is not worth promoting.

"Da Lang is really promising. I heard from my wife that the house costs five thousand taels." The cook who was washing vegetables said.

"Five thousand taels? That's about the same as our house." The cook who was lighting the fire said.

"What do you know?" The kitchen maid who was washing vegetables spat, "I heard from my wife that the house cost at least 7,000 taels, and it's more magnificent than ours."

As for why he only spent 5,000 taels, it was of course because Dalang was capable. He was a night watchman, and it must be easy for him to buy a house at a low price.

"My wife told us that she would take us to live in the inner city in a few days. I tell you, the inner city is very prosperous."

Many low-level people living in the outer city rarely have the opportunity to go to the inner city. If they don't ride a horse or a carriage, it takes one or two hours to get from the outer city to the inner city by legs. They set off in the afternoon and arrived in the inner city at sunset.

The servants in the mansion are very much looking forward to moving to the inner city. They have been working hard these days. They are afraid of being fired. Except for Lu'e, who has sold herself to Xu's mansion since she was a child and Xu Dalang can sleep with her at will, the other servants signed a living contract.

"I found something." The cook who was cutting vegetables suddenly interrupted. When the two cooks looked over, she whispered:

"Madam likes to show off Dalang more and more. She always mentions him, but she never looks good when Dalang comes back."

"Ahem"

Suddenly, a cough came from outside the door, interrupting the cooks' chatter.

"Why is Dalang here?" The cooks asked in surprise.

The kitchen is a greasy and dirty place, which is not where the masters should come.

You old women are really dramatic. I'm surprised that aunts can show off. Xu Qian'an held the bowl in his hand, nodded, and said:

"I made an exclusive recipe and came to help you cook."

Xu Qian'an swept around. The kitchen was not dirty, but it was not clean. After all, under the years of oil smoke, the walls and stoves were stained with a layer of grease that could not be wiped off.

However, as long as the pots and pans were washed frequently, there would be no problem. "What is this?" The cooks cast their eyes on the bowl in his hand, a sticky mass.

"Good stuff, don't look at it randomly, this is a unique recipe." Xu Qian'an turned sideways to prevent the cooks from showing his treasure.

The cooks didn't care and continued to work. Dalang stayed as long as he wanted. He was the master, and they were servants. There was no reason for servants to manage the master. Besides, every time the lady quarreled with him, she rolled her eyes in anger.

In addition to the master, probably only Erlang, who had a good mouth, could quarrel with Dalang.

Xu Qian'an stood by and watched. The first pot of dish was stir-fried pork with winter bamboo shoots. While the cook was stir-frying, he scooped a small spoonful of "chicken essence" into it.

Then he picked up a chopstick, tasted it, and nodded slightly.

The umami taste was improved a lot, but it was still not comparable to real chicken essence. Guanylic acid and monosodium glutamate complement each other. If you want to achieve the taste of the previous life, you still have to develop MSG. Xu Qian'an was quite satisfied.

Seeing this, the cook took chopsticks, picked up a piece of bamboo shoots, and tasted it carefully.

Her eyes widened instantly and she forgot about cooking.

This taste was familiar and unfamiliar to her. It tasted like chicken, but chicken was definitely not so fresh. A small spoonful actually made the freshness of the bamboo shoots rise several levels, which was something that the soup could not do.

Xu Qian'an glanced at her, snatched the spoon and cooked to avoid burning it. "It seems delicious?" The other two cooks were a little moved and looked at her.

"It's so delicious. I've never eaten such a tasty dish before," the cook said excitedly.

In the front hall, Xu Lingyue came over at mealtime, looked around, and said in a tender voice, "Where's my elder brother?"

Usually at this time, my elder brother would have been sitting at the table waiting for dinner, teasing Xu Lingyin and shaking her in his armpits.

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"Today is a day off, maybe he went to the Jiaofangsi." Xu Pingzhi said, wiping his sword with his head down.

"Dad is just talking nonsense, my elder brother doesn't even go to the brothel." Xu Lingyue puffed her cheeks, looking unhappy.

Yes, I used to think so. Your elder brother who doesn't go to the brothel is now a figure that the courtesans of the Jiaofangsi are vying for.

Xu Pingzhi sighed in his heart and said, "He is now in the Qi training stage, and he no longer needs to protect himself. It is not human nature to go to the Jiaofangsi. Which man does not

go?"

Suddenly feeling a murderous aura on the side, Xu Pingzhi did not raise his head, continued to wipe his sword, and changed his words: "Your father and I have never been there. Ning Yanxu has been there, but it was because of social events. There was nothing we could do. "Speaking of which, the men in our Xu family don't like to go to places of fireworks." Xu Lingyue believed what her father said, thinking about the proud second brother and the honest eldest brother, they were indeed not the kind of men who lingered in places of

fireworks.

"Hmm", she sat at the table with peace of mind.

"Mom, I want to go to Guiyue Tower." Xu Lingyin crawled out from under the table, scaring

her aunt.

Aunt didn't like to pay attention to her. Uncle Xu taught his daughter earnestly: "Lingyin, you

can't go to Guiyue Tower often, it costs money."

"My eldest brother took me there yesterday. "Xu Lingyin was not convinced.

"Then go find your eldest brother." Xu Pingzhi waved his hand, unwilling to educate his daughter. This daughter was too stupid, and the teachers of Yunlu Academy could not teach her.

Aunt sighed: "It is said that the chef of Guiyue Tower came from the palace, and his skills are unique in the capital. It would be great if our family could hire such a chef."

"It smells so good," Xu Lingyin said suddenly, twitching her nose and looking out the door.

It was a second later that Xu Pingzhi, who was at the peak of the Qi Refining Realm, smelled the rich and fresh flavor.

After a while, the cooks came in with food, accompanied by Xu Qi'an, but even Xu Lingyue, who liked her eldest brother the most, did not pay attention to him, and her eyes were firmly

glued to the dishes.

The shiny winter bamboo shoots and pork, vinegar cabbage, yam soup, leek scrambled eggs, lotus root stewed pork ribs, red oil wild rice stems, and Xu Qi'an's fried pork trotters.

"Today's dishes smell so good. "Xu Pingzhi said in surprise.

He waved his hand and brought a piece of crunchy pork knuckle with a gray sauce on it. Sniffing the saliva-making flavor, Xu Pingzhi couldn't wait to put it in his mouth and chew it.

"It's so delicious?" He said in shock.

"The master is too exaggerated. "Aunt curled her lips, and when the cook put the dishes on

the plate, she picked up a chopstick of bamboo shoots, chewed a few times, and instantly opened her beautiful eyes.

The dish was still the same dish, nothing special, but the freshness exploded the taste buds

and brought a taste shock.

In the past, when cooking, at most one spoonful of broth was poured, and the broth was divided into different grades. In fact, it was not as delicious as imagined, because the broth of this era did not have MSG and other condiments, and the taste was limited. Including drinking chicken soup or eating mushrooms, simply eating mushrooms will make people feel fresh, and Xu Qian'an used two baskets of purified essence, which had an extremely strong impact on the taste buds.

Aunt looked at the cooks in surprise, with a light flashing in her eyes: "Today's dishes are very different from the past. How did you do it?"

Xu Lingyue and Xu Pingzhi also put down their chopsticks and waited for the cook's answer

with great interest.

Only Xu Lingyin didn't care. She only cared about how many delicious dishes could go into her

stomach.

"It's Dalang's secret recipe," the kitchen hurriedly waved his hands.

The family immediately looked at Xu Qiyan, and Xu Pingzhi was surprised and said, "Where

did you get the recipe?"

Xu Lingyue and her aunt looked at him curiously.

Xu Qiyan picked up his chopsticks quickly and explained, "I just think the food at home is

bland, and the food at Guiyue Building is too expensive, so I tinkered with some things

myself, and it looks good."

Second Uncle Xu nodded slightly, turned his head and looked at the table, his eyes widened:

"Xu Lingyin!"

Xu Lingyin climbed onto the table and moved the dishes to her side.

"All mine. "She said crisply with a frown on her face.

Xu Qi'an arrived at the Yamen at 11:00 a.m. and did nothing until noon. He was busy dealing

with the gongs and silver gongs that had returned from prison.

They had heard from their colleagues yesterday about the fall of the Minister of Works and

the case that determined their fate.

If it weren't for Xu Qi'an's role, the fate of many of them might have changed.

After finally dealing with them, Xu Qi'an tied up the gongs and hung up his sword. His duty in

the afternoon was to patrol the streets.

"Ning Yan, you haven't been to the Jiaofangsi for a while." The taciturn Zhu Guangxiao

suddenly said.

Because I now have an illusion that it's not me who is whoring the courtesans, but they are

whoring me. Xu Qi'an said helplessly: "I feel that I'm about to reach the peak of the Qi training realm, and I plan to try to impact the spirit training realm. "

Zhu Guangxiao and Song Tingfeng, who were at the peak of Qi training, stared at him blankly.

They were both at the peak of Qi training, which was not difficult. As long as they practiced breathing day after day, it was only a matter of time before they reached the peak.

The difficult part was accumulating merits in exchange for visualization pictures. But Xu Qiyan had only been a night watchman for two months, and he was already at the peak of Qi training. What kind of qualifications was this?

"Then you must accumulate merits well." Song Tingfeng said sourly, and added depressedly:

"But with your savings from the Sangpo case to now, it feels enough." Mobile terminal::

"Yeah." Xu Qiyan changed the subject lightly: "I plan to accumulate for two weeks before going to the Jiaofangsi."

The Jiaofangsi was always the best topic for them to liven up the atmosphere. Song Tingfeng winked: "Then Miss Fuxiang is guilty."

She won't suffer, she will just overflow, just like the right side. Xu Qi'an glanced to the right.

As they walked and talked, they came to the gate of the yamen. The three people's eyes were attracted by a tall and burly monk in a green monk's robe.

His monk's robe was a little worn, and there was a thick Buddhist bead hanging around his

neck. There were two rows of scars on his bald head, and his expression was bitter and full of

hatred.

It was Monk Hengyuan.

Seeing Xu Qi'an coming out, Hengyuan's eyes lit up, and he strode forward, clasping his

hands together: "Master Xu."

If you don't lend it to me, get out of here. Xu Qi'an interrupted him and said helplessly: "Master Hengyuan, I have official business to attend to, so let's make it short. This official only has a monthly salary of five taels of silver, and I am short of money. "

As he spoke, he looked down and saw that Hengyuan's cloth shoes were already torn, with two

toes sticking out.

It turned out that Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao, who were looking for Ning Yan to

borrow money, stared at Hengyuan with unfriendly expressions.

Seeing Xu Qiyan's straightforward refusal, Hengyuan was silent for a long time, bowed and

said: "I know."

Seeing the back of the big monk leaving, Xu Qiyan thought of his father who ran a long way to send him food at school when he was in middle school. After being complained by him with a look of disgust for not sending food in time, it was also this lonely back that left.

"Hey wait," Xu Qiyan stopped him and exhaled: "How much money do you want to borrow

this time? Let me make it clear first, I won't lend too much. I really don't have much money

recently. "