This restaurant has good business and many guests coming and going, so it does have some strength.

The meat of Beijing-style shredded pork with sauce is very tender and has a rich flavor after being coated with sauce. The four-happiness meatballs are briefly fried over high heat, and are golden in color, round and plump, and the meatballs are also tender and juicy.

The special fried fish fillet is crispy, charred on the outside and tender on the inside. After careful deboning, it is boneless and thornless, and has a sweet, salty and fresh taste.

There were also white fungus stew, horse lotus meat, stir-fried vegetables, and a plate of pork elbow in rock sugar in the middle, which looked very tempting...

Lou Jingyu picked up a few pieces of fish fillets with his chopsticks and put them into Ying Shiyi's bowl.

Although Eleven is not picky about food and can even eat rice bran, Lou Jingyu still observed from the number of times he stretched out his chopsticks that Eleven still likes to eat river food.

Having lived together for such a long time, Lou Jingyu was quite familiar with his taste. When he saw the winter melon honey drink on the table, he asked someone to add a portion of hawthorn juice.

Ying Shiyi can't eat anything that is too sweet, whether it's food or drinks, sweet and sour is best.

Drinking some hawthorn juice can also help to relieve the greasiness of the food.

Ying Shiyi looked at Lou Jingyu, who was so thoughtful. His heart was immersed in soft clouds because of the favor he received openly. He smiled at him shyly with the corners of his mouth curved.

Lou Jingyu tilted his head and looked at him lovingly, telling him to eat more and not to be restrained.

Ying nodded in agreement at eleven o'clock.

Duan Chunhui, who was standing next to him, looked at the dishes on the table and felt that his trip to the capital was well worthwhile.

Lian Jue smiled and said, "If you like it, I'll cook for you when we get back. I grew up in the capital, so I can cook some Beijing dishes."

Duan Chunhui couldn't believe what he said, "You are a rich young man, how can you cook? Don't scare me."

He was afraid of getting an upset stomach...

After that, he looked at Lou Jingyu again, his face full of expectation: "Master, why don't you invite a chef from Beijing back to the sect."

Lou Jingyu had a cold face and didn't want to pay attention to him.

Although the Chiyang Sect is a martial arts sect, due to its considerable financial resources, they are very particular about food, clothing, housing and transportation.

The dishes cooked in the kitchen are all delicious and in no way inferior to those in Beijing, except that each place has its own characteristics.

If we hire a cook for every place, the kitchen would probably not be able to accommodate everyone.

Duan Chunhui saw that he ignored her and curled his lips with some reluctance.

After thinking for a while, he said, "Eleven must like it too."

Lou Jingyu finally relaxed a little and turned to ask Ying Shiyi: "Do you like it? If you like it, let's hire a chef and go back so that we can eat these dishes at home in the future."

Ying Shiyi was eating fish fillets and was startled when he heard this.

He didn't have a yes or no, but he always put Lou Jingyu's preferences first. After swallowing it, he said, "If the master likes it, then please. I'm fine with anything."

Lou Jingyu shook his head and laughed. He knew that Eleven was always considerate and put his principles and preferences first, even if he asked.

However, he saw that Eleventh liked to eat, and it was not a big deal to hire a cook, so he naturally had to hire one. It would be good to let his Eleventh eat two more bowls of rice on weekdays, so he asked the servants to do it.

Duan Chunhui kept shaking his head.

"Alas, what Eleven said is still true. Our childhood sweetheart relationship has really faded."

She even pretended to wipe away her non-existent tears.

Lou Jingyu glared at him.

Duan Chunhui didn't dare to say anything more. After all, the chef had invited him, so he quickly decided to quit and lowered his head to eat.

Everyone at the dinner table chatted about family matters and the atmosphere was quite harmonious. The meal took nearly an hour to finish.

After the meal, everyone split into two groups.

Duan Chunhui and Lian Jue were taken by Zhao Buchi to the Prince of Qin's mansion to treat patients.

Lou Jingyu took Eleven to wander around the capital. He had already asked someone to reserve a seat in a teahouse for today, and planned to take Eleven to listen to stories.

It was neither the New Year nor a festival, and most people were either busy with farming or preparing for winter, so there were not many people in the teahouse, which was exactly what Lou Jingyu wanted.

The two of them sat in a private room on the second floor, which had the best seat in the teahouse, right opposite the stage.

The storyteller sat on the stage. He had a white beard and was sitting on a chair. In front of him was a table with a clapper and a pot of tea on it.

There were several erhu masters around, and it was quite interesting to talk about it together.

Now a story about the underworld is being told on the stage. The plot is full of ups and downs, and it is really fascinating.

But people in the martial arts world are normal people with flesh and blood. They are not so magical. It is indeed a bit exaggerated.

Lou Jingyu listened, shook his head and laughed, took a sip of tea, and leaned over to discuss with Ying Shiyi.

Ying Shiyi smiled faintly, responded from time to time, peeled the nuts for him, put them on a white porcelain plate and pushed them to him.

This was the first time he and his master listened to a story in a teahouse.

No matter what the story on the stage was, he felt very satisfied and down-to-earth sitting so closely with his master.

At the end, the storyteller made a patter and the story ended, leaving a lingering aftertaste and drawing rounds of applause and cheers.

The audience threw a lot of silver, coins, rings and accessories onto the stage.

Ying Shiyi didn't know there would be such a segment at the end. He was a little surprised. He just felt that the thing that the capital city had the most was dignitaries and nobles, and they were indeed not short of money.

Lou Jingyu smiled, their Chiyang Sect was not short of money.

He took out a handful of golden melon seeds and gave them to Eleven. He helped him stand up from his seat, walked forward a few steps, stood in front of the railing, and asked him to try throwing them over.

Ying Shiyi took a few. He had good aim. Although he was on the second floor, he threw the bullets right onto the storyteller's table, eliminating the need for anyone to pick them up.

The people on the stage saw the gold and went looking for someone in that direction.

This move also attracted a lot of people's attention, and everyone followed his gaze to the second floor.

But Ying Shiyi had already retreated, and Lou Jingyu put his arm around his waist and took him away.

The people on the first floor saw nothing, but Song Yishi, who was in the elegant room on the second floor, caught a glimpse of a familiar face.

His eyes suddenly widened.

Isn’t that the shadow guard we met in Dajue Temple?

Why are you coming to the capital now?

This teahouse is quite famous in the capital. Because he had offended Lou Jingyu in Dajue Temple before, his father ordered him not to leave the city after finding out. So he could only spend his days eating and drinking in these restaurants and teahouses.

I didn’t expect to meet Ying Shiyi, and I suddenly became energetic.

I saw that Ying Shiyi was still handsome and fair-skinned, with a heroic look between his brows. He looked much better than when they met in Dajue Temple. His clear eyes were bright and clean, and he slightly turned sideways to look at the person next to him.

Her black hair was half tied up in a ponytail and held up with a silver crown. She wore a black dress with tight sleeves. A small piece of red lining appeared at the collar and hem. The combination of red and black was very eye-catching.

Just like when he was in the main hall of Dajue Temple, it once again attracted Song Yishi's attention.

He saw Ying Shiyi holding Lou Jingyu's hand, and the two of them smiled at each other with eyes so tender and affectionate, and some subtle changes occurred in his heart.

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