She married a dying prince and she won three babies.

When Rajiv and Ajay saw what Yu Yuanzheng took out, they knew that their goods would have to be exchanged for gold and silver.

This is easy, even simpler than asking for gems.

How the transaction will be done needs further discussion, but they don’t speak the same language right now.

Only through gestures.

But just now on the street, Yu Yuanzheng saw some Arabs.

As to whether it is not certain.

After all, in her eyes, this is an imaginary world.

She wrote a few Arabic numerals on a piece of paper to see if the other person knew them.

When Rajiv saw those numbers, he shouted with joy.

Yu Yuanzheng knew he knew her at first sight.

Just know the numbers.

Yu Yuanzheng took a piece of silk cloth and put it on the table, then wrote the word 5 on the paper, and then took out five silver coins weighing one or two taels from his arms and put them on the cloth.

It means one piece of cloth costs five taels of silver.

Rajiv and Ajay understood and nodded.

Such exquisite cloth can be exchanged for five pieces of silver.

Very good deal.

Yu Yuanzheng pointed to the exquisite vase that had been placed on the table.

I wrote 50.

The two of them also understood why it cost 50 pieces of silver.

As for the tea leaves, Yu Yuanzheng also asked Qingfeng to take out a pound of them.

The price of tea is a bit difficult.

Different varieties, different prices.

She had no choice but to write 10~200 and gesture with her hands.

The pinky finger is 10, and the thumbs up is 200.

The two nodded and understood that there were good and bad ones. The bad ones cost 10 silver coins, and the good ones cost 200 silver coins.

Several people started communicating with each other through gestures and guessing.

Finally, Rajiv invited them to dine at his house.

At this time, Rajiv's wife appeared with a child about ten years old.

Yu Yuanzheng saw a woman with a dark complexion.

She took out a box of rouge, opened it, put a little on the back of her hand with her finger, and showed it to Mrs. Rajiv.

Mrs. Rajiv looked much paler.

She took it with a smile and let a female slave use it on her in front of everyone.

With the rouge covering my face, I look much whiter.

Seeing that she liked it so much, Yu Yuanzheng offered her eyebrow pencil and took the initiative to draw her eyebrows.

It immediately became much more beautiful.

Rajiv exclaimed it was amazing.

When Rajiv led them to the restaurant, Yu Yuanzheng noticed that there were neither chopsticks nor knives and forks on the low, long table, only a few exquisite copper kettles and copper plates.

Her heart sank as she suddenly realized what she was about to face.

If this is really the ancient India as she understood it, then something funny might happen next.

"Please take a seat, distinguished guests." Rajiv made an inviting gesture.

Shangguan Ziqi walked to the dining table first, but was stunned when he saw the floor mat in front of his seat.

"Shall we sit on the ground?"

He asked Yu Yuanzheng in a low voice, his brows already furrowed.

Yu Yuanzheng nodded gently and lowered her voice: "The customs here are like local customs."

As soon as she finished saying this, Rajiv and others had already sat cross-legged on the ground.

Yu Yuanzheng shrugged her shoulders and took the lead by kneeling gracefully on the mat, with her wide skirt spread out like a blooming lotus.

She immediately gathered up her skirt.

Qingfeng and Mingyue looked at each other, and finally followed their master to sit down.

Shangguan Ziqi hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly sat down cross-legged, but he was obviously uncomfortable and kept adjusting his posture.

The other guards and the four Chunhua sisters also sat down.

In a moment, the whole table was filled.

The servants began to serve the food, and plates of colorful curries, fragrant naan, rice and various sauces filled the long table.

Mrs. Rajiv demonstrated with a smile, taking some rice from the communal plate with her right hand and placing it on her own copper plate, then pouring the curry over it and stirring it with her deft fingers.

"Oh my God!" Qingfeng couldn't help but exclaimed, and immediately covered his mouth.

Mingyue widened her eyes and looked strange.

The other guards also looked at Mrs. Rajiv in surprise.

Shangguan Ziqi's expression was as if he had seen something incredible, and his lips were pursed into a straight line.

Yu Yuanzheng noticed the guards' reactions and smiled secretly with her hands covering her mouth.

She cleared her throat and said, “Everyone, here, eating with your hands is a traditional custom. They believe that this way they can better feel the temperature and texture of the food and will not burn their mouths.

At the same time, they believe that food is the most sacred thing and must be treated like a god, so it must be eaten with the hands, and only with the right hand. "

"With your hands? Directly with your hands?" Shangguan Ziqi's voice rose an octave. This was unbelievable.

"This, this is simply disgraceful."

Rajiv seemed to notice the guest's discomfort and looked at Yu Yuanzheng in confusion.

Yu Yuanzheng quickly smiled, grabbed a small ball of rice with her right hand, mixed it with curry like him, and put it into her mouth.

The warmth of the rice and the richness of the curry flowing through your fingertips is indeed a novel experience.

"It tastes great." Yu Yuanzheng praised sincerely, gave a thumbs-up, and then turned to her companions, "Give it a try, just treat it as an adventure."

Qingfeng and Mingyue exchanged a fearless look, stretched out their hands hesitantly, and retracted them halfway.

"What are you afraid of? Just treat it as grilling wild game in the wild. Aren't you eating it with your hands?" Yu Yuanzheng said with a smile when he saw the two people's actions.

Yuanshan and Jinshui stretched out their hands as if they were ready to die, grabbed a handful of rice and put it into the copper plate in front of them, and mixed it like the host did.

Seeing this, Yu Yuanzheng nodded repeatedly.

Not bad, flexible.

Shangguan Ziqi stood there frozen, his face uncertain.

"Husband," Yu Yuanzheng lowered her voice, "think about our silk and porcelain business. A little difference in eating habits is nothing."

This sentence seemed to work.

Shangguan Ziqi took a deep breath and finally stretched out his slender right hand, which had always held a sword, and touched the rice cautiously, as if he was touching something dangerous.

Rajiv's youngest son couldn't help but giggle at the scene.

He grabbed a piece of naan, dipped it in the curry, stuffed it into his mouth with deliberate exaggeration, and then winked at the chess player.

Yu Yuanzheng couldn't help laughing: "It seems that we are being laughed at by the kids."

Shangguan Ziqi blushed and finally made up his mind to grab a handful of rice.

However, his movements were too stiff, and most of the rice slipped through his fingers and spilled onto the front of his clothes.

Mrs. Rajiv quickly signaled the maid to bring a wet towel, her eyes full of kind smiles.

There were even more problems on Qingfeng's side.

He imitated the locals and grabbed the rice with his fingertips, but accidentally got too much curry on his fingertips. It was so spicy that he stuck out his tongue and almost cried.

Mingyue wanted to help him, but in a panic she knocked over the kettle, spilling the water all over the floor.

For a moment, an awkward atmosphere spread across the table.

Yu Yuanzheng had no choice but to smile and bow to the host.

"Slow down, like this." Yu Yuanzheng demonstrated patiently, gently pinching a small ball of rice with her thumb, index finger, and middle finger. "You don't need too much, just a little bit at a time."

Shangguan Ziqi tried again, this time successfully putting a small ball of curry rice into his mouth. His eyes suddenly widened: "This...this taste..."

"Is it delicious?" Yu Yuanzheng asked with a smile.