Next to Yingchuan Academy, I don't know when, a restaurant was built.

Of course, you can see this signboard called Yanzhao flavor all over the country.

Needless to say, the backstage owners of all these restaurants are the Zhending Zhao family.

Once in Luoyang, there were a few gentlemen who wanted to eat and drink for nothing in Yanzhao flavor.

The result was a big surprise, those guys who showed off their might in the capital on weekdays went straight in and came out sideways, including the children of eunuchs.

Afterwards, even the eunuchs who could not be immortal were silent, as if nothing had happened.

It is naturally impossible for Yingchuan to appear these bullshit things, most of them are students who read sage books, and even the villagers are also contaminated with a lot of bookish atmosphere, and they are gentle and elegant.

There are already many guests in the hall, and the tables and chairs that appeared in this world a few years ago are more beautiful than other places, and even some wealthy families are sighing when they see the decoration of the hotel.

"Brother Qi, I didn't expect you to eat here too?" A man who looked like a scribe had just entered the hotel when he saw an acquaintance.

This surnamed Qi is a student of Yingchuan Academy, but he has some connections in his family, but he has not officially entered the school, and in later generations, he is an auditor.

There are many people like him, with different purposes.

In general, it is all to expand his fame, even if it is a janitor, it will make people look up a few times when he says it, let alone reading in it?

"It turned out to be Brother Wen!" Brother Qi turned his head sideways and saw someone coming, and quickly stood up: "Why don't you go together?" ”

"That's a good idea!" Brother Wen is the same as the other party, everyone is an acquaintance, and they are also frequent visitors here.

He had just returned from a trip to Qingqing, and he was a little thirsty, so he sat down and drank two or three cups of hot tea.

"It's not the first time I've drunk tea, and someone in my family brought back tea cakes from Shu." Brother Wen raised the teacup again and drank half of it: "It's just that the taste of this fragrance is missing." ”

"yes!" Brother Qi also sighed: "If you want to say that tea trees grow in the south, there are not many people who drink tea in Chang'an and Luoyang, Yan Zhao knows that it is not Jiangnan when he looks at the name." ”

Indeed, the poems and words about tea that have been handed down are all Sima Xiangru, Wang Bao, and Yang Xiong from Bashu, and no one else has written them.

He didn't say the second half of the sentence, because he found Zilong and they were walking inside.

People gather by like, and the students of Yingchuan Academy, the disciples in the room and the auditors are clearly distinguished.

However, in these two groups, the high-ranking families and the poor students are another line.

Only Zhao Yun is a wonderful, he dances with long sleeves among various groups, and he is at ease.

"Brother Zilong, are you also dining here?" Brother Wen is an enthusiastic person, and when he saw them entering, he was the first to greet them.

"Brother Kuocang, Brother Liren!" Zhao Yun was talking to Xun Yu about something, and he bowed his hand when he heard the words.

Wen Liang Wen Kuocang is a native of Qi County, Taiyuan County, and he is not worthy of Zilong's attention.

However, he has a clan brother Wen Hui who is a very capable person, and he was originally an official in history, although he did not come here to study.

The one surnamed Qi, who looks like the son of a rich family in Donghai County, usually has his eyes above the top, and he just happens to remember the words, and he forgets what his name is.

"Brother Youruo, Brother Wenruo, we haven't started yet, why don't we go together?" Brother Qi greeted the Xun family.

Xun Chen Xunyou, if everyone met on the way to eat, they would definitely not shirk when they heard that they came to Yanzhao to eat.

The cuisine here is diverse, bringing together famous snacks from all over the country. The main thing is the practice of various pasta, which the average person has never heard of in his life.

Everyone is still a student, a friendship with classmates, maybe everyone knows that Zhao Yun often entertains guests with a purpose, mainly because this kid is too good, and there are a lot of people every time.

Before Xun Chen could speak, Chen Qun snorted coldly, and he had to wave his hand awkwardly: "Haha, another day!" ”

"Zilong, I really want to split your head to see how it grows." To hide his emotions, he looked at the lines of poetry in the hall seemingly intently.

"At noon on hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil. Who knows that Chinese food is hard work. Guo Jia couldn't help but read aloud.

He raised his head and asked curiously, "Brother Zilong, how old were you when you wrote this poem?" ”

"Three or four years old," Zhao Yun, the copyist of the text, did not blush: "Seeing my younger brothers and sisters wasting food, I think of the people working in the fields. ”

"It's a good feeling," Chen Qun was not without jealousy: "Every poem you wrote when you were a child has been circulated, and I still haven't passed it down." ”

"Zilong, your handwriting has improved again," looking at the rubbing's poems, Xun Yu sighed: "My father often uses you to educate me." ”

"There's no comparison!" Xun Chen smiled bitterly: "I'm also learning Yunti, but it's a pity that I met Zilong too late, otherwise I would have achieved something by practicing earlier." ”

The group didn't stop much in the hall and went straight to the box on the second floor.

"What?" The people in the hall had already fried the pot: "The poem was made by that Xiaolang when he was a child just now, and the words were also written by him?" ”

Most of the shopkeepers are locals, but they know better than everyone in the accounts of the shopkeeper and the back kitchen.

"That's not it," a little er quickly served the food: "This guest officer, your fried tofu." ”

He wiped his sweat with the towel on his shoulder, pretending to be mysterious and said in a voice that everyone around him could hear: "That son is Zhao Yun and Zhao Zilong!" ”

"Zhao Family Qilin'er?!" One diner exclaimed, "I knew I should have asked for a word just now." ”

"It's hard to buy!" Xiao Er smiled, heard the shopkeeper calling him, and hurriedly responded: "It's coming!" ”

Wen Liang and Brother Qi looked at each other, and he sighed slightly: "My clan brother is currently learning cloud body!" ”

The surnamed Qi didn't speak, his brows furrowed slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

In the construction of the last years of the Eastern Han Dynasty, civil structures accounted for the majority.

Slightly decent people are all carved beams and painted pillars, and they are extremely bent and bent.

The flavor of Yanzhao is different, they are all houses made of stone, and all three floors, only Luoyang is a five-story building, which is a landmark building in various places, including the capital.

If you make an appointment to meet, everyone may not know the flavor of Yan Zhao, but everyone knows the tallest and whitest building you said.

After all, the cost of eating here is not a decimal.

In this era, the food was scarce, and most of it seemed to be crudely made, and it was generally a little salt sprinkled in stews.

Since two thousand years later, Zhao Zilong has eaten dozens or hundreds of things even if he is an otaku.

Although some dishes cannot be made because of the lack of ingredients such as chili peppers, they are not comparable to people in the late Eastern Han Dynasty.

Therefore, as soon as Yanzhao flavor opened, it was sought after by people, although the price was expensive, it was still in the market.

The Xun family, including Chen Qun, is rich and powerful, everyone is still in school, and the juniors usually don't have spare money to spend in such a luxurious place.

People now come to Yanzhao to eat, and they are talking about face.

The price of goods is not expensive now, and the cost of a meal here is at least this amount.

Poor scholars like Xu Shu, Xi Zhicai, and Guo Jia did not have the ability to spend here when they were students.

Zhao Yun knows the truth of raising his benefactor with one meal, and he invites others to eat only a handful of times.

Eat with people from poor families and try to avoid people from wealthy families.

Especially these poor people, like Zhao Zilong in the previous life, have an inferiority complex but show pride.

So at the time of the invitation, at least about two or three together.

The waves are sweeping the sand, and now he feels that there may be an intersection between the few people in front of him.

Today's situation is special, and it is also the first time in three years that Zhao Yun has brought everyone together.

As for Guo Jia, a little brat, this is the first time he has come to such a place.

"Yun Gongzi, is it business as usual?" An innocent-looking waitress asked softly.

"Yes!" Zhao Yun nodded slightly, and didn't greet everyone to order, anyway, these rookies were not familiar with the dishes: "Come to a jar of sorghum bar." ”

"An altar?" Xu Shu and Xi Zhi are good drinkers, and they can't help but be surprised when they haven't spoken.

"This is not an ordinary wine," Zhao Yun said with a smile: "It is estimated that Wen Ruo, Youruo, and Changwen will not drink for a long time, and they will get drunk with a small glass." ”

He didn't know how to distill liquor, and he tried it with his family masters for a year or two to get it, and it was about thirty or forty degrees, which was far stronger than the mash-like liquor on the market.

"Brother, you don't usually talk like this!" Before anyone else could speak, Guo Jia reminded in a whisper.

The implication is that he thinks he's bragging.

Although the Zhao family has no background, sea salt and some other epoch-making products have long been rich in the world.

Sake brewing requires grain, and in this era, the production was low, and the price of grain rose due to the fact that the production of wine was low.

Besides, scarcity is expensive, and Zilong is also the first time in three years to invite guests to drink sorghum wine.

Besides, guests with average Yan Zhao flavor don't know that there is this wine, unless a wealthy family like the Xun family and the Chen family will recommend it.

"Children are not allowed to drink!" Zhao Yun stopped the waiter: "Bring him a glass of juice." ”

Well, it's also a new product, and this season it's apricot and plum juice.

The two brothers of the Xun family and Chen Qun were surprised, but they knew Zhao Yun's character, and they never spoke full.

Xu Shu and Xi Zhicai glanced at each other and didn't say anything.

Only Guo Jia was muttering, and he couldn't hear what he was saying, probably because he didn't let him drink and sulk.

The first to come up was salt-baked peanuts, and the preference for salt in this era is very surprising.

According to the survey, this very simple dish is very popular in Yanzhao flavor, and other restaurants may follow suit, but they are reluctant to put salt.

Everyone was chewing with chopsticks, and Guo Jia took advantage of everyone's inattention and quietly grabbed several with his hands.

"Let's have another plate!" Zhao Yun opened the wine jar, and the aroma of wine refreshed people's hearts, and everyone was shocked when they heard it.

He smiled to himself, took everyone's teacups, and poured most of each of them.

Guo Jia's face was full of unhappiness, and he drank the juice in one gulp.

"Ahh He cried out.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Yungang handed over the cups one by one and was about to raise a glass.

"Sweet!" Guo Jia smashed his lips: "It's so sweet!" ”

"Xiaoshi, the juice is enough for him!" Zhao Yun commanded.

The maid's name is Xiao Shi, and she was taken in by the fleeing crowd on the way to Yingchuan.

Seeing the curious eyes of the others, Zhao Yun sighed: "One more glass of juice!" ”

How can it not be sweet? Distilled liquor can be wholeed, and white sugar naturally came out in advance using the principle of distillation.

Of course, there is no publicity, after all, the profit of the restaurant is too large, much greater than the profit of selling white sugar.

Besides, the Zhao family has limited manpower, and with the spread of Yan Zhao's flavor, the talent is simply a little exhausted.

The source of white sugar is naturally sent by the family in Jiaozhou every year, and then there are special people who come and go between Jiaozhou and Zhending almost every month.

"Come on, brothers," Zhao Yun raised his glass and added: "And Brother Guo Jia, I will gather with you today, and I will leave the day after tomorrow." ”

"You're leaving?!" The two brothers of the Xun family and Chen Qun couldn't help but exclaim, Guo Jia was even more open-mouthed, and he had just met this brother.

Zhao Yun nodded with a smile.