How can someone travel through time and space and become a beggar?

Cuihua thought that since Mr. Zhao had said he wouldn't be coming, there would naturally be no Zhao family carriage at the door. She looked around the door, but sure enough, she didn't see it. Just as she was about to go back, Sixteen called her back.

"What's wrong?" Cuihua asked.

"The servant from the Zhao family brought a food box, saying it was for the young lady." Sixteen carried out a large food box from the gatehouse.

It was really big, and really heavy. Cuihua almost dropped the lunch box. Her eyes widened. "What could be so heavy? Could it be soup?"

"I don't know. I haven't seen it." Sixteen shook her head. She was only responsible for passing messages and delivering things.

"Qingsong sent it?" Xia Chu hadn't actually thought there was anything there, she had just casually asked Cuihua to go and take a look. Who would have thought there was something there? Inside the food box were two meat dishes, one vegetable dish, and a soup, all her favorites. There was also a plate of dim sum and a few snacks, enough for her to eat for several days. She casually picked up a piece of water chestnut pastry, her eyes lit up. She didn't know where this water chestnut pastry was bought from, but it was much better than the ones she bought at the dim sum shop, even better than the ones made by the Jia family's chef.

In the following days, although Zhao Huazhang was away, Qingsong came over every day at noon. There was no lunch, but fresh snacks were delivered every day, all of which were Xia Chu's favorites.

"What's going on today?" Xia Chu looked at Cuihua expectantly, but found that she had nothing in her hands. She couldn't help but feel disappointed. "Nothing today?"

Cuihua pursed her lips and smiled, "Not today, but Master Zhao came in person."

If the guests are here but the snacks are not, then it’s better not to come. Xia Chu was amused by the words “ungrateful” and “not knowing what’s good for you” in her mind, “Let’s go, I’ll take you to eat something delicious.”

"Miss, are you willing to take me with you today?" Cuihua teased boldly.

"Bold girl! Be careful of my tickling hands!" Xia Chu raised his hand half embarrassed and half shy, pretending to tickle Cuihua.

Cuihua was very ticklish, and when she saw this action, she couldn't help but shrink her body. She ran out while laughing, "Miss, if you don't go now, people will be waiting anxiously."

The two of them came to the door laughing and joking. Cuihua immediately became obedient again, lowering her eyes and following Xia Chu quietly.

"Little girl, you have this unique skill of changing your face? When did you learn it?" Xia Chu joked in a low voice. Cuihua was only in her teens, but she always looked mature. She would occasionally tease her on purpose.

Cuihua had been with her for a long time and knew her temperament. She just glanced at her, wrinkled her nose, and then they both turned their heads away and laughed secretly.

Zhao Huazhang was still waiting in the carriage, not because he was too lazy to get off, but because he was a man after all, and it was not appropriate for him to wait ostentatiously at the door.

Qingsong pulled out the small stairs from the mezzanine of the carriage, and waited for the master and servant to go up before folding it up and getting in the carriage, waiting for instructions.

Seeing Cuihua following, Zhao Huazhang paused for a moment without looking at her. He then asked Xia Chu gently, "I see you like the food of the Hu people. There's a restaurant run by the Hu people. Would you like to try it?"

"Great." Xia Chu sat opposite Zhao Huazhang, with Cuihua next to him.

Qingsong had heard it too. He had searched all over for this restaurant, and it was said to have a unique flavor. He shook the reins, and the horse slowly started walking.

Zhao Huazhang explained what Qingsong had learned, "This restaurant mainly serves mutton, which they send us from their place. It's different from local mutton, it's more tender and has less of a fishy smell."

He wasn't particular about food; it didn't matter what he ate. He had never paid attention to where the food was delicious. But Xia Chu was different. Xia Tian said that when Xia Chu had nothing to do, he loved to think about all kinds of food, and there were endless ways to cook it.

His eldest brother said he wanted to cater to his tastes, so Zhao Huazhang had recently asked Qingsong to find out what delicacies Lin'an had. He took Xia Chu to try each one, and Xia Chu was always delighted. Zhao Huazhang became even more enthusiastic, and after eating the delicious ones, he would bring them back for his grandmother to try. This made the old lady look at him more strangely and ask him in a roundabout way.

The restaurant is called Quanyangyan. The aroma of meat hits your nose as you enter the door. The house is very lively and most of the people there are Hu people.

Xia Chu had never known there were so many Hu people in Lin'an. They were loud and cheerful, and everyone had a smile on their face. They were not particular about details, grabbing bones with their hands, eating meat, drinking wine, and talking and laughing loudly.

Zhao Huazhang had never been to this place before and had no idea it was so noisy. He immediately turned around and looked at Qingsong, who regretted not having come to see it in person and smiled ingratiatingly.

I'm afraid today's reward money is gone.

"Change restaurants?"

"What shall we eat?"

Zhao Huazhang and Xia Chu spoke at the same time. They looked at each other, Xia Chu suddenly realized, and Zhao Huazhang was relieved.

"It's too noisy in here, don't you like it?"

"You can eat whatever you want."

They spoke at the same time again, and both of them couldn't help but laugh at the same time.

This time, Xia Chu didn't say anything. Zhao Huazhang spoke up, "I was worried you wouldn't be used to it. Since you don't mind, just eat." As for noise, there was probably no place louder than when the men in the barracks were drinking. Zhao Huazhang didn't mind it; he was used to it long ago. He was just worried that Xia Chu, a delicate girl, wouldn't be able to adapt.

"Good afternoon, guests. Are you four? Come and sit here." The guest was greeted by a woman with a bright smile, long braids, and Hu clothing. Her Mandarin accent was a bit strange, but understandable.

Knowing that people from the Central Plains prefer quiet and peaceful surroundings, the woman led them to a private room on the second floor. She poured each of them a cup of milk tea and introduced them, "We specialize in mutton here. We have roasted whole lamb, scented lamb shanks, braised lamb, roasted lamb chops, hand-held meat, boiled lamb, mutton offal soup, sun cakes, Hada cakes..."

Perhaps because Mandarin was a bit difficult for her to understand and she was worried that they might not understand, she spoke very slowly.

Zhao Huazhang looked at Xia Chu and motioned for her to order food.

Xia Chu was the type with big eyes and a small stomach. She wanted to try everything, but she definitely couldn't finish it all. After a moment's hesitation, she ordered lamb chops, hand-pulled pork, mutton offal soup, and Hada pancakes. She had also wanted to try the kumis, but after considering her alcohol tolerance, she gave up.

The dishes were served, and Xia Chu asked Cuihua and Qingsong to sit down. They both waved their hands and retreated to the door.

Xia Chu didn't force them. Just because she didn't care didn't mean Zhao Huazhang didn't care either. And forcing them to sit down would have made it awkward and uncomfortable to eat.

Seeing this, Zhao Huazhang asked Qingsong to take Cuihua out, and he went outside to set up another table.

Qingsong thanked the young master with a smile and took Cuihua out to order food.

I had never eaten Hada bread before and thought it was something like naan. It looked a bit like a shortbread, but tasted different. It was very crispy and you hardly had to chew it.

The sheep of the Hu people are probably of a different breed, so the smell of mutton is very light. After cooking, the smell is completely gone, leaving only the aroma of meat.