Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

The next day, Jiang Shangxian woke up late as expected. If her mother hadn't called her loudly, she would have been late.

The scent of locust trees in Chang'an City is her favorite smell on her way to and from get off work every day. Every season has its own scent, which is difficult to describe, but when you think of that season, the smell will appear in your mind.

She hurried to Lexian Tower and was greeted by three excited disciples.

The three of them were working in the small kitchen, stretching their necks from time to time to see if their master had arrived. When they saw Jiang Shangxian yawning, they immediately ran out.

Jiang Shangxian was startled by the three of them, and his fuzzy mind suddenly cleared up: "What happened that makes you so panic?"

Could it be that common workplace behaviors like being late or leaving early will be reported and criticized immediately here?

She patted her chest and thought to herself that she was lucky because she didn't see Manager Wang at the counter just now.

Alas, it’s too early to be happy!

"Good, good, Master!"

It was Wang Wan who spoke, his chubby face flushed with excitement: "Last night, the shopkeeper put up the Fu Lu Shou lottery, and it was sold out in a flash!"

The apprentices in Lexianlou take turns on duty every night. It can be said that they are the first to arrive and the last to leave. It is very hard to learn a skill.

After Jiang Shangxian came, her three apprentices followed her and took turns to be on duty in the small kitchen. Although she would prepare the lamb chops with fermented bean curd and rub the lychees before leaving get off work, they still had to be fried and plated, so it was more tiring than before.

Li Meng, who was on duty last night, nodded and said very little: "Master left nine portions yesterday, but they were all sold out."

Zhou Ying's face wrinkled. What's wrong with this junior brother? He is so bad at talking. How can the fact that all the dishes are sold out really reflect how popular the master's dish is?

After all, he used to be a waiter, so he had some connections. He lived in the dormitory with the waiters in Lexian Building, so he was already aware of the situation.

"Master, last night, our nine portions of Fu Lu Shou were sold out in less than a cup of tea. Many customers didn't order any and were even making a fuss. The shopkeeper came out and told them that this dish is very complex and requires meticulous preparation. It uses exquisite ingredients and combines the spiritual energy of all ingredients. It also takes a long time to make. If there's even one mistake, all the work will be wasted. It's extremely rare. Nine portions a day is the limit."

Those who can come to Lexianlou to spend money are all well-off. What's the matter if others can enjoy fresh food while you can't?

Doesn't this make me look incompetent? Can a man say no?

Jiang Shangxian was satisfied. Manager Wang was indeed a brilliant man. Everything about his rhetoric was correct. After all, isn't Chinese language supposed to employ exaggerated rhetoric appropriately?

Wang Wan, who had connections at work, also knew a lot and added, "Many people have asked the shopkeeper who made this dish, hoping to invite the master back to be the chef. I'm afraid many people in Chang'an City know the master's name now."

Wang Wan asked this out of consideration for his uncle. Of course, a good chef should stay in his own place.

It was also Shopkeeper Wang’s fault for not telling him that Jiang Shangxian would not go to someone else’s house to seek fame.

Jiang Shangxian naturally knew what he was talking about, since the mission had been completed.

But the necessary formalities still had to be completed: "Thank you for your hard work, Shopkeeper Wang. I must make more new dishes to thank him properly."

After lunch in the afternoon, Jiang Shangxian was worried about Wu Sanniang, so he thought of going to see her. Unexpectedly, before he reached Jinfenmeng, he ran into people from the Jinwu Guard.

The leader was none other than Wang Mingqian. A group of people rode past quickly, surrounding Jin Fen Meng tightly. She was worried, but she knew that she couldn't go any further at this moment, so she turned around worriedly and went back to Lexian Tower.

Wang Wan, who was covering for her, didn't expect her to come back so soon. He asked in surprise, "Master, did you forget to take something?"

Jiang Shangxian forced a smile, then suddenly thought of something and beckoned Zhou Ying over: "Do you know Cui Shaoqing from the Dali Temple?"

"I know him." Zhou Ying nodded. "Shaoqing Cui used to be a regular here, but he hasn't been here much lately. Master, are you looking for Shaoqing Cui? He has his usual private room in our building. If he were to come, one of the attendants would come and tell him first."

Haha, the rich bourgeoisie.

Jiang Shangxian was so jealous that he was unrecognizable. Look at the life they are living.

"If he comes, tell me in advance."

It's so annoying. What's going on? I was already worried about Wu Sanniang's situation, and now I'm even more uneasy. I don't know what's going on with Jin Fenmeng either.

The Jinwu Guards have been dispatched, so there is a high probability that they are involved in a criminal case. However, such a large brothel must have someone backing it, right?

As long as Wu Sanniang doesn't get involved in anything illegal, she should be fine as a little dancer.

"Yes, Master." Zhou Ying was actually quite embarrassed. It wasn't because of anything else, but mainly because Cui Shaoqing usually came over after finishing his shift at night. When he came, the master had already finished get off work.

However, Zhou Ying did not mention that whenever Cui Shaoqing was coming, he would usually ask his servants to come and deliver a message in advance. At worst, when he came to deliver the message, he would talk to the master and ask the master to leave work later.

Although Jiang Shangxian just graduated in modern times, she also had an internship for three months. She felt that the ancient workplace culture was better than the modern one. After all, there was no need to make PPTs in ancient times, which was already a big improvement.

Unfortunately, work is work. She has only been working for a few days and she already feels like a working girl. Hey, why can't she travel through time and space and become a lady from a wealthy family?

She also enjoys the happiness of the bourgeoisie, lying in bed every day, getting up to eat, lying down after eating, and having someone to serve her no matter what she does, right?

She had been miserable in the hot little kitchen all day. This summer was really too hard to bear. No matter how she tried to find excuses to go to the front to secretly get some ice cream, she couldn't stay there all the time. Her whole body was soaked with sweat, and she felt like her armpits were smelling.

When she got off work, Jiang Shangxian deliberately walked through Pingkangfang, pretending to be passing by, and passed by Jinfenmeng's door. The door was closed and she didn't see anyone. She thought of going around to take a look, but she was caught just for this wandering.

"What for?!"

Jiang Shangxian was startled, patted her chest and turned around. Several armored Jinwu Guards were staring at her. She wanted to cry instantly. Isn't this too unlucky? She had only walked to the back door and taken a few glances.

"Shangguan, this lady from Jinfenmeng ordered food yesterday. I came to deliver the food. Seeing that the front door was closed, I wanted to take a look at the back." Jiang Shangxian reacted quickly. He picked up the wool he had fleeced at Lexianlou and found an excuse for himself.

The leader was none other than Wang Mingqian. Although he looked very imposing in his armor, he spoke in a somewhat polite tone: "Don't come here for the next few days."

"Yes, thank you, Shangguan." Jiang Shangxian quickly bowed and thanked him, then turned and left, not daring to stay for a moment.

After taking a few steps, he was stopped again: "What's that food in your hand?"

Jiang Shangxian turned around, and an absurd idea popped into his mind: "Roasted lamb."

No way! Are these people going to grab food on the street?

"bring here."

Another order! Another order! The bourgeoisie should be arrested and criticized!

People have to bow their heads under the eaves. Jiang Shangxian reluctantly moved his feet, lowered his head and offered the oil paper bag in his hands with both hands: "Shangguan, it's roasted lamb..."

His hand lightened, and the oil-paper bag was snatched away. Then a small string of money was thrown over: "I don't want you to come here in vain. Go back."

"Yes, thank you, sir."

Jiang Shangxian held the copper coins in his hand, not daring to count them. He turned around and walked away, walking faster and faster until he walked out of Pingkangfang. He slowed down and turned around to look, but the Jinwu Guards were nowhere to be seen. Then he spread out his palms to count the money.

After seeing this number, she really wanted to curse. What the hell is this? Only ten copper coins. It makes her so angry. It’s so stingy!

The bag she packed was made of lamb leg meat cut from a lamb mixed with lamb fat. A piece of lamb leg and a piece of lamb fat were skewered with red willow branches, not only were they perfectly cooked, but they were also roasted until they were oily and tasty, and the lamb fat was crispy and melted in the mouth. She also sprinkled precious chili powder on it.

(There were no peppers in the Tang Dynasty, but the author wanted them. If you ever travel through time, remember, there were no peppers.)

More importantly, there was a bunch of lamb liver! Woohoo! She was craving it so much that she planned to take it home, bake it again, and eat it with some Hu pancakes.

It was exchanged for ten copper coins!

Clenching my fist, so angry!

Jiang Shangxian walked home angrily. As soon as he entered the house, he was about to ask his mother for an almanac. He went out according to the almanac every day, but he found that there was an extra person at home.

"Niannu, your grandmother is here!"