Di Wang Gong Lue (The Emperor's Strategy)

Chapter 45

[Chapter 45 - Out of the Tour] Why are you staying with each other?

"I knew you would look at the Dutch lanterns. I should have lived opposite the previous one." Duan Baiyue said, "The horizon is more open."

"It’s not a small doll to watch the Lantern Festival. It must be squeezed to the front to see it clearly.” Chu Yuan smiled and looked at him. "You said it yourself. The head in the palace is too stuffy and it is breathable."

Here is the busiest street in Wangcheng. Even if you cover the window halfway, you can still hear the noise of the bottom. The steaming sugar cake is fried in the pot, and the fragrance will be on the second floor. They are all sweet.

"Eat?" Duan Baiyue asked.

Chu Yuan nodded: "Yeah."

"Wait for me." Duan Baiyue got out of the door.

Duan Yao said in the next door: "I want to eat too." How can it smell musk?

"Be obedient, bear." Nanmo evil continued to kneel on the wall, and stretched out a hand to pat his head. "When the Master takes you downstairs to eat hot."

Chu Yuan stood by the window, watching the white moon across the street all the way, squeezing together with a group of small dolls to buy sugar cakes. After buying, he went into the snack shop next door. When he finally came back, he did not forget to bring a few packs of cattle. Miscellaneous smell.

“Taste it.” Duan Baiyue said, “Every day I can see that the lo mei of this family is lined up. It should be very good.”

"The owner of this shop used to be the royal chef in the palace." Chu Yuan did not use chopsticks and pinched a piece of beef liver to eat. "After one accidentally broke his leg, he resigned the head of the palace and went. The Jiangnan family lived for three years, but they also remembered the son-in-law of Wangcheng’s son. They just came back a few years ago and couldn’t help but open the octagonal lo mei hall.”

"Remember so clear?" Duan Baiyue accident.

"Taste it." Chu Yuan said, "You should like it."

Duan Baiyue took a piece of burdock and threw it into his mouth and nodded: "It's really good."

"Just good?" Chu Yuan looked at him.

“Hmmm?” Duan Baiyue thought for a moment: “But I would like to say a few more words? Crisp is not bad, fat and thin, moderate color, and the entrance is instant.”

Duan Yao and Nan Mo Xie swallowed in the next door, slightly hungry.

Chu Yuan shook his head and said: "When you were eight years old, you entered the palace and said that you like to eat this. You also said that you will send a cook from the southwestern province to study in the future."

Duan Baiyue: "..."

"I know you forgot." Chu Yuan said leisurely, "Peace is not allowed to eat today."

"A dozen years ago, a plate of lo mei, forget it is not sinful?" Duan Baiyue moved his chair and sat beside him. "Hey, I can't forget something important."

"For example?" Chu Yuan asked.

"For example, one day I will return to the southwest together." Duan Baiyue said, "You can promise me at the time."