After traveling through the book, I am busy as a dog. Shaoqing, can you do it?

The two of them left Shaoqing's mansion together.

Lan Zhu followed Shen Qingqian and asked, "What would you like to eat, Miss?"

This puts her in a difficult position.

From ancient times to the present, what to eat seems to have always been an eternal classic topic.

Shen Qingqian has always had difficulty making choices when it comes to food.

It was okay when I was in the hospital. I had work meals and I could always fill my stomach by just walking around the cafeteria.

But when I'm on vacation at home, if I don't turn over the same or something three or five times before mealtime, I won't be able to choose even a little bit to eat.

Who would have thought that in ancient times, the question of what to eat would revolve around this issue for a long time.

"Let's take a walk first."

Shen Qingqian suggested that maybe if they turned around, they would see it.

"Or, go to the kitchen and taste it."

"Where is that?"

This is the name. Shen Qingqian has been writing this book for so long, but he never knew that there was such a place in the capital.

People are like this, curiosity always drives the body to move towards the destination.

"It's almost here. The chef's specialty is the Eighteen Stews." Lan Zhu introduced, "This Eighteen Stews is a delicacy carefully prepared from eighteen kinds of dishes.

Everyone can make a stew, but being able to combine vegetarian and meat dishes to the point where everyone praises it shows that the cook is quite skilled.”

Oh? Is it that awesome?

Shen Qingqian's expectations are unprecedented.

After all, she really wanted to know what was so special about this thing that was independent of her creation?

It’s like opening a blind box. You’ll never know whether it’s a surprise or a disappointment unless you open it.

But obviously this time, it was not a surprise.

When Shen Qingqian stepped into the kitchen, she saw the so-called signature eighteen stews on the guest table.

It’s maocai.

It turned out to be maocai!

Oh my god... no wonder it's been included in the list of Beijing delicacies!

It seems that this internet-famous food is popular in every city regardless of ancient or modern times!

"Miss, the first room is full. You two may go upstairs to eat. This way, please."

Soon, a waiter came over and led Shen Qingqian and the others to the hall on the second floor.

All the tables in the hall were full, with only one table left in the corner.

Shen Qingqian looked at these people concentrating on eating and swallowed her saliva. Is it so delicious?

"Your business is really good."

Shen Qingqian praised sincerely.

When the waiter heard this, he raised his neck proudly.

"That's right, sir. This is your first time in the capital, so it's a honor for you to come to my shop."

"Oh? Besides the signature 18 stews, what else is your specialty?"

"Sir, you are joking. Our chef is a top-notch chef and only serves this one delicacy."

Awesome... It's true that an expert can decide everything with just a spatula.

It seems that this Eighteen Stews is worthy of its reputation!

"No spicy, slightly spicy, medium spicy, spicy, what flavor do you want, miss?"

Shen Qingqian raised an eyebrow, "It's a little spicy."

"Okay. Where's the lady?"

Lan Zhu waved her hand and said, "I don't need it."

"Okay, ladies, please wait a moment."

After the waiter left, Shen Qingqian asked Lan Zhu, "Are there any dietary restrictions?"

Lan Zhu smiled and nodded, "This is always a must for delicious food."

"Then what do you want to eat? I'll go eat with you later."

"Miss, you are too polite. Lanzhu had already eaten when she left the house."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sudden sound of something being smashed downstairs scared Song Sanqian!

Some people had already left their seats and were leaning on the edge of the building, looking down.

But most of the diners remained calm and continued to eat as if nothing had happened.

A woman's screaming could be clearly heard across the lobby onto the second floor.

"You black-hearted people, pay for my son's life!"

Then the faint cry of a child was heard, "It hurts... Mom... Ergou, it hurts..."

"The kid must have had a stomachache, and his mother is blackmailing this store."

"That's right. It's because the business in this store is so good."

"..."

"..."

The few people who were watching the fun were talking about it in a buzz.

Most of those who remained calm in the face of danger seemed to be accustomed to this.

They all waved their hands to indicate that it was boring. Just eat, eat. Even if the sky falls, how could it be more important than eating?

Shen Qingqian didn't quite understand, "What's going on?"

Lan Zhu said, "They are blackmailing me. I think it's that mother and son again."

"what's the situation?"

Shen Qingqian was extremely curious.

"The woman downstairs said that her eldest son died from eating in this store, and she wanted compensation from the store no matter what. Every time she came, the shopkeeper would give her money. Over time, this woman developed a bad temper, and she would act like this every now and then."

"Then this store owner is really kind. This is clearly a scam, why didn't he report it to the police?"

The man at the next table who was closest to him suddenly interrupted, "She did report it, but it's no use. This bitch even felt that she didn't want to leave because she had food and drink in prison."

"..."

Someone at another table also chimed in, "The prefect can do nothing about this. He can only be jailed for a few days. She's a woman with a child to support, so she can't be beaten. After all, her eldest son did die here."

"But who can stand such a commotion all the time? If I were the owner of this shop, I would beat her out with a big stick!"

"..."

Shen Qingqian looked at the people who were talking, then looked at Lan Zhu, and suddenly remembered something.

"Tell me honestly, did your master make me come here on purpose?"

Lan Zhu's eyes trembled visibly.

Shen Qingqian rolled her eyes and said, Diwu Xun, you are such a scheming dog!

"Come on, go down and have a look."

Shen Qingqian didn't plan to sit down either.

She just heard the child's struggling, and it didn't sound like he was pretending.

The woman rolled around in a rage and sat in the middle of the hall, continuing to mourn for her dead son in a mournful tone.

"You are such a black-hearted businessman, please have pity on my underage son..."

The youngest son curled up on the ground in agony, grabbing the corner of the woman's coarse linen clothes with his dirty black hands, begging weakly:

"Mom...it hurts..."

"You black-hearted dog, you have been blinded by the black charcoal. My eldest son died like this! Even the eighteen levels of hell are not enough to pay for your life, you black-hearted dog! Give me back my son's life..."

"pain……"

Shen Qingqian couldn't bear it any longer.

She quickly ran to the child, but her emaciated body couldn't even stand up straight because of the pain!

The beads of sweat as big as beans on the dusty face completely soaked the body with a foul smell that floated several meters away!

The strong smell made Shen Qingqian frown, but she still reached out and pressed the child's abdomen, which was tightly covered.

"pain……"

The child's pale lips only had time to utter this one word!

The woman threw herself at Shen Qingqian without caring about her own life!

"Get lost, what do you want to do to my son?"

Shen Qingqian was pulled by her powerful force and almost fell on her butt!

Fortunately, Lan Zhu was quick enough to steady her waist!

Shen Qingqian was extremely angry!

"What kind of mother are you! Can't you see he's sick?"

The woman's drooping eyelids became squints.

"Mind your own business! Let this bastard come out and pay for my son's life!"

"Stupid woman! I tell you, half an hour!

No, a stick of incense!

If you don't save him within one stick of incense!

I promise you can't even protect this son!"