I was divorced because I got pregnant during the lean years, so I went back to my parents’ home and

The waiter kept bowing and said, "I'm so sorry, sir. This has always been the rule at Taoranju."

Ji Xiaobei insisted: "Rules are made by people. How did your boss make the rules?"

……

The people behind Ji Xiaobei all dispersed automatically, leaving Ji Xiaobei and the waiter arguing alone.

The waiter was very good and kept explaining and apologizing.

Ji Xiaobei was too embarrassed to say anything more.

In the best private room on the third floor of Taoranju, two men were drinking tea.

"Old He, why did you call me back from Qingfeng County so urgently? What's the matter?"

Fu Jichang put one arm on the window, rubbed his brows and asked.

"Let me tell you a little gossip... You are so lucky!"

He Ye grabbed a peanut with his hand and threw it into his mouth.

"Don't keep me in suspense. What good fortune do I have? I'm overwhelmed with work, and my old lady at home is not in good health..."

Fu Jichang said weakly.

"Once your old lady knows this news, she will be so happy that her illness will be almost cured!"

He Ye Shen said mysteriously.

"Old He, are you done yet? I'm busy and I don't want to keep you company!"

Fu Jichang drank the tea in the cup, stood up and was about to leave.

His eyes passed the window and a familiar figure came into view.

He opened the window, stuck his head out, and asked, "Why is she here?"

"Who?" He Ye quickly leaned over.

Fu Jichang slammed the window shut.

He Ye: "Are you sick? Can you afford to pay for my head being taken off?"

"I really can't afford the compensation, respected Commander He!"

"Hey, hey, hey, where are you going? I haven't said anything to you yet." He Ye stood up and shouted at Fu Jichang's back.

"If you have official business, come to the government office to see me tomorrow. No need to discuss personal matters. You can't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth!"

"Hey, this time I can really spit out an elephant... Ugh!"

Fu Jichang had disappeared at the end of the corridor on the third floor and walked into a room.

Although He Ye was only the commander of a small garrison in the western suburbs of Anzhou, he was quite famous in Anzhou.

Just because his father is the Minister of War.

He has been practicing martial arts since he was young, and he always wanted to go to war to defend the territory.

But no matter how ambitious he was, people called him the son of the Minister of War.

He always lives under the halo of Minister He.

In order to prove his ability, he joined the army secretly without telling his family.

Starting as a small soldier, a few years later, he became Fu Jichang's lieutenant general.

After returning from the northern border, Fu Jichang was appointed by the emperor as the magistrate of Anzhou.

He Ye took the initiative to come to Anzhou Guard and served as a small commander.

When the Minister of War found out, he was almost furious to death.

The Shangshu wanted to wait for an opportunity to arrange a military commander position for him, but who would have thought that he would go to Anzhou Guard Station on his own initiative.

The transfer order had already come down, and he had a big fight with his son and almost severed their father-son relationship.

He Ye watched Fu Jichang's figure disappear, and stuck his head out in confusion, wanting to see who was down there.

The people queuing below had already left, so he didn't see anything.

He Ye pursed his lips: There are so many sedan chairs, carriages, and many young ladies as diners parked downstairs. Could it be that Mr. Fu has taken a fancy to those girls?

Thinking of this, He Ye smiled and shook his head.

Impossible. Fu Jichang has the ability to remain calm even when a woman sits on his lap. Which girl could catch his eye?

Mr. Fu, the magistrate, is handsome, elegant, single, and not interested in women.

The people of Anzhou all know about it.

If the news he heard - that the emperor wanted to grant a marriage was true.

He wanted to see how the abstinent and cold Judge Fu Tong would deal with it.

He Ye was gloating. If such a good thing happened to him, he would wake up laughing in his dreams.

Fu Jichang strode into the accounting office.

"Sir, why are you here?" A middle-aged man who looked like a shopkeeper stood up hurriedly.

"Shopkeeper Qin, come here!"

The middle-aged man respectfully followed Fu Jichang to the window.

……

Ji Xiaobei was about to leave angrily.

A waiter came over and said, "Sir, please excuse me for a moment!"

Ji Xiaobei: Just borrow one step at a time!

She followed the waiter to a secluded place.

Another waiter was already waiting, carrying a basket.

"Sir, this is Taoranju's roast duck. Someone asked me to give it to you!"

The waiter handed the basket to Ji Xiaobei and turned away.

Ji Xiaobei became even more suspicious. Just because he had a few words with the waiter, the restaurant would give him roast duck?

Is my face so big?

"Hey! Who gave it to me? Don't leave. Why did you give me this roast duck? Silver, I'll give you silver... Your roast duck doesn't cost money?"

The waiter seemed not to hear anything and quickly walked into Taoran Ju.

Ji Xiaobei lifted the cloth on the basket, and saw the greasy and crispy roast duck stacked up neatly on a celadon plate.

In the middle of the four porcelain plates is a complete duck skeleton.

There were also two plates of juicy green seasonal vegetables and two plates of crispy radishes.

Ji Xiaobei widened his eyes: How exquisite, it must taste good.

...Who is so kind?

What a lucky guy!

It smelled so good that she resisted the urge to reach out for it.

It smells so good.

But her hands did not listen to her command. After enduring for a long time, she finally took a piece and put it in her mouth.

Mm, it’s really delicious!

It's much more delicious than the roast duck in some roast duck shop in modern Beijing.

The ducks in ancient times were raised naturally!

She just ate as much as she wanted, since not many people in Anzhou City knew her anyway.

She ate as she walked, and soon finished the whole plate.

Fu Jichang stood tall and slender on the third floor with his hands behind his back, looking down at Ji Xiaobei with a smile on his face.

So impatient?

Can’t you go back and wash your hands before eating!

Fu Jichang grew up in the capital. His father was a scholar in the Hanlin Academy and a favorite of the emperor.

He had seen many girls in the capital, all of whom were pretty and charming.

But he just looked down on their ladylike appearance, which was pretentious and self-suppressing.

After returning from the Northern Frontier, he looked down upon them even more for crying out loud over the slightest things in such a peaceful and prosperous time.

In the backyard, he was frowning all day long, complaining to himself and wasting his youth.

Ji Xiaobei is bold and daring, with a straightforward and transparent personality. She never complains or laments, and there is no trace of worry in her life.

Fu Jichang felt happy every time he saw her!

The smile on Fu Jichang's lips grew even bigger.

"Shopkeeper Qin, have the waiter send another one down to stop the guest..."

Shopkeeper Qin was slightly stunned.

Those queuing at the door had all taken numbers, and after two were given away, the last two people had queued in vain.

However, the shopkeeper turned around neatly to greet the waiter.

After a while, Ji Xiaobei came back with big strides, a basket slung over one arm and a handful of silver in his hand.

Old Mrs. Fu’s mouth opened as big as an egg. After she realized what was happening, she just clapped her hands with joy.

"Xiaobei, did you buy two?"

"Well, no wonder so many people are queuing up, it's so delicious!" Ji Xiaobei handed two baskets to Mrs. Fu.

Along the way, Mrs. Fu put the two baskets on her left and right knees, looking left and right...