The cannon fodder fake prince at the beginning, I won by hugging thighs

Wu Sangui was so angry that he drank a few more glasses of wine: "I brought it for the young master. I left it by the gate last night! You guys, are you still brothers?"

Seeing him angry and throwing a tantrum, everyone was laughing, and Lu Ze didn't want to go back to the Prince's Mansion.

On the way back, Lu Jiao drank two jars of wine and ate some food along the way.

The carriages were randomly picked on the road, and if you hadn't paid for a whole day's charter, the driver would have wanted to kick you out.

Who cares what his relationship with the Prince’s Mansion is!

Lu Ze watched Lu Jiao getting in and out of the car, and finally he simply opened the curtains and asked the waiter to take her directly to the car.

He immediately regretted why he had eaten such a full lunch!

I don’t have enough space for all these snacks now!

Lu Ze's regretful look almost choked Lu Jiao.

In order to comfort him, Lu Jiao stopped in front of Zhiweizhai.

The sweet smell coming from the shop almost made Lu Ze jump off the carriage.

"Wait in the car and don't show up."

Zhiweizhai is a time-honored brand in Dongcheng District, and many of its cakes are unique in Beijing.

Therefore, many maids and servants from wealthy families would come to buy cakes.

It would be troublesome if we ran into someone who had met Lu Ze before.

It was Lu Shan who lost his temper and shouted out before.

Otherwise, if he really brought this news back to the Guo Mansion, it would be very troublesome.

The Guo family even doubted whether there were more survivors of the fire.

Lu Ze's eyes sparkled as he looked through the gap in the car curtain at the pastry shop, muttering, "Brother, don't forget, I want to eat silk candy, pea yellow, and lotus cake..."

Lu Jiao wrote down the long string of words he muttered before jumping off the carriage.

As soon as I entered the door, a waiter came to greet me with a smile.

"My dear guest, is this your first time visiting our shop? Would you like me to introduce you to something?"

Lu Jiao glanced at the cakes on the counter. Everything Lu Ze wanted to eat was among them, so she pointed as she spoke.

"Give me half a pound of each of those six."

The scene was quiet for a moment, then immediately became lively again.

The smile on Xiao Er's face was about to overflow.

This is big business!

You know, most wealthy families have their own pastry chefs.

The cooks who can cook basically won’t come out to buy food.

When the servants came to buy, they would usually only buy one or two items, and they would often bargain, and only be willing to pay if they had to give some of the items away for free.

But in the capital city, a falling tile could hit a seventh-rank official.

No one can be offended easily.

But this young guest was different. He asked for six things as soon as he opened his mouth.

If you recommend some more, will you buy more?

The waiter, hoping to make a fortune, began to inquire.

"Young sir, are you going to treat guests or give someone a gift? If so, we have ready-made gift boxes.

If you are entertaining guests, in addition to the cakes you picked, there are also lotus leaf cakes, almond cakes, snowflake cakes, and milk rolls. Not only are the presentation beautiful, but the taste is also very good.

Would you like to try it?"

When Lu Jiao smelled the sweet and greasy smell, he felt a little full and naturally shook his head to refuse.

I don’t understand why a boy like Lu Ze likes desserts so much.

She frowned, but finally said, "Pack one pound of the four things you mentioned later for me."

"Okay! Thank you. Fourteen taels and six cents of silver!"

Lu Jiao paid the money and sat aside, waiting for the waiter to weigh and pack the goods.

A servant nearby came over and started chatting in a familiar manner: "Whose servant are you? I haven't seen you before."

"Before asking about others, shouldn't you introduce yourself first?"

Lu Jiao's tone was indifferent, and the servant was not annoyed. He said with a hint of apology: "I am a servant of the Cheng family, the Junior Secretary of the Honglu Temple. My name is Qingchuan."

Honglu Temple? Isn't that the one in charge of foreign affairs?

Lu Jiao immediately perked up: "My name is Lu Jiao, and my master is the prince of Huainan County Palace."

"Your prince likes sweets so much?"

"That's not the case. A small portion of it is what my brother wants to eat, and the vast majority is bought on behalf of the people in the mansion."

Qingchuan's eyes lit up: "Your family has such a generous monthly allowance, are you willing to spend money to buy cakes?"

“There are many guards in the palace, and each of them can make up this much.

This cake is only sweet, but it can't fill your stomach. In my opinion, it's not as economical as meat pie. "

Qingchuan had an expression as if he had finally met a bosom friend: "That's right! I'll take you to a meat pie stand later. The meat pie there is amazing!"

But thinking about how Lu Jiao bought so many snacks at once, she must have to hurry back.

He quickly changed the subject: "Next time! Is your mansion strictly controlled? Can I come out at will?"

"Others definitely can't do that. I'm still young and can't do much, so the prince should be extra lenient with me."

"Your family's son is so nice!"

"Is your master not well?"

Qingchuan looked around and said in a low voice, "The master is naturally good, but those managers are not easy to deal with!

I am the master's servant, and they dare not deduct my monthly salary. I heard that many menial workers have their salaries deducted!"

"Doesn't your master care?"

"Hey! I can tell at a glance that your prince hasn't married yet.

Such household affairs are always decided by the ladies in the backyard, the master doesn't care about them!"

Lu Jiao's expression of "learned a lesson" made Qingchuan very proud.

At this time, another waiter brought a wrapped paper bag: "This is the sour jujube cake you bought."

Qingchuan came close to Lu Jiao and said, "Our master likes this. I'm going to go back first! I'll come and play with you when I'm free!"

"It's a deal! By the way, if you come to see me, remember to go to the back door of the Prince's Mansion."

"Can't forget."

After Qingchuan left, someone else came over to talk to him, but the tone of their attempt to pry into his messages was too obvious, so Lu Jiao ignored them.

They briefly introduced their respective families and left it alone.

Soon the pastries that Lu Jiao bought were delivered, and there was a small bag placed on top.

The waiter patted the top paper bag and said, "This is a gift from our shopkeeper. These are the flavors you didn't buy.

Take it back and try it, and give us some suggestions.”

Look how beautifully this is said.

Lu Jiao naturally would not spoil the fun, so he agreed readily and left with the cakes.

Now that Lu Ze had this big bag of cakes, he no longer envied Lu Jiao for eating other things. It was as if he felt full just by smelling the cakes.

Lu Jiao pointed at the paper bag and said, "I'll share it with Kaiyang and the others when I get home."

“Ah——” Boss Lu Ze was reluctant.

Lu Jiao smiled and rubbed his head: "It's more than four pounds! How long will it take you to finish it all by yourself? Don't let it go bad!

I'll buy it for you later if you want to eat it."

"Brother, your money won't be spent, right?

In the past, Guo Hong often showed off in front of me how delicious his pastries were.

Now I can eat it, and I can eat it until I am full.”

"Silly, dim sum is just a snack. How can you eat snacks as a meal?"

"But Guo Hong often eats too much.

Oh - I understand, no wonder he is as fat as a ball! Haha!"

Speaking of being fat as a ball, Lu Jiao thought of the fat guy in the Zhennan Palace.

I don’t know if he listened to my reminder last time.