Addressing is a very important thing in the Tang Dynasty.
Different people and different occasions have different addresses.
For example, when addressing other people's servants, you should use a slightly more respectful address, preferably "Duan Fangong" or "General Duan".
Here, "Langjun" is emphasized, which means there is a special situation.
People who can get to the position of a close servant of their own Langjun must have no problem with their brains. Since it is not normal, it will be no problem to follow the words of these big shots. He also called out to Langjun: "My eldest son is dining at Chunjiang Tower. He heard that there is a new food called hot pot in the East Market, so he sent me to buy one."
Li Jing nodded and teased Cheng Yaojin: "A Chou, Zhixuan is just like you, he is craving for hot pot."
Cheng Yaojin's face turned redder when he heard this. He held the dice and danced with joy: "What do you mean by greedy? It's not human nature to appreciate delicious food!"
"Don't talk nonsense, didn't you eat it too?"
Yuchi Jingde added: "We didn't cook sheep or slaughter cattle."
Cheng Yaojin was stunned.
The parrot added: "Greedy monkey, greedy monkey!"
"What are you yelling, you green-haired chicken!" Cheng Yaojin glared at him.
The parrot tilted its head and put into practice what it had learned this morning, and the words popped out of its mouth with a cluck.
Cheng Yaojin took a deep breath.
This parrot is so shameless.
He called it a green-feathered chicken, which was an insult to it. Now that it has started to cluck, does his insult still have any meaning?
Duan Zhixuan's servant lowered his head, with cold sweat oozing from his forehead.
It was the first time he saw a duke who could curse at a parrot so vigorously.
Li Jing looked at the servant and said softly, "If Zhixuan is willing, let him finish his meal and come over to have a chat. I haven't seen him for a long time."
The servant agreed.
Xu Mo glanced at him, put the cards in his hand in order, and raised his head: "Xiren, give him a bag of base material, fifty cents."
Fifty?
The servant raised his head and took a look at the piece Xiren picked up. It was only the size of her small palm. If it were normal, he would have to say a price.
His own eldest son doesn't care about this little money.
But if he can buy it at a low price, it can show his ability.
But... the three dukes are here.
He didn't dare to say the price.
He took out the money, bought it, and hurried back to Chunjiang Tower with the thing wrapped in it.
Compared with the hot pot, the news that the three dukes gathered here is more important.
In Chunjiang Tower.
Duan Zhixuan looked at his servant in surprise: "You mean Zhijie, Pharmacist and others are all in that shop, and they are hiding their identities?"
The servant nodded.
Duan Zhixuan smiled slightly: "It's interesting. It seems that I haven't been back to Chang'an for a long time, and so many interesting things have happened."
After the Turkic war last year, he guarded the West Sea Road until he was recalled to Chang'an by His Majesty not long ago.
However...
he was not in a hurry to go to that store.
The important thing now is to eat. The mutton and vegetables are all prepared in Chunjiang Tower. If he doesn't eat now, it would be a waste.
Besides, the aroma of the hot pot in Chunjiang Tower is getting stronger and stronger, and he is getting more and more greedy.
He was thankful that Cheng Yaojin and his friends didn't come over to eat and drink for free.
In this restaurant, there were many people like Duan Zhixuan who were attracted by the aroma of hot pot and bought a bag of hot pot.
Yesterday, not counting Cheng Yaojin and his friends, only thirty bags were sold, but today, almost that many were sold at noon.
After lunch, the number of people coming to buy hot pot increased instead of decreased. Looking at the red lips of those customers and the beads of sweat on their foreheads and cheeks, you can tell that they have just eaten hot pot in the restaurant, gave it a five-star rating in their hearts, and are now eager to buy it back.
Xu Mo looked at it and sighed.
He was a little surprised by this situation.
"I didn't expect that they would like hot pot so much." Xu Mo shook his head and watched Cheng Yaojin play a six-tube card. Including this card, he had played three six-tube cards in five cards.
Li Jing shook his head and smiled, looking at Xu Mo: "The store owner underestimated the food he created."
"With so many spices and such a wonderful taste, even the imperial cuisine can hardly compare with this kind of food. It is natural that it is popular."
There was no deception in his words.
The imperial cuisine is naturally very exquisite.
But... exquisite does not mean delicious.
Even the emperor only used more spices than ordinary people, but due to the limitations of the times, there were only a few spices in total. Although stir-frying has existed since the Southern and Northern Dynasties,... all kinds of seasonings have not been developed yet, so we can only stir-fry some vegetarian dishes.
Oh...
in this era, let alone MSG, there is no skill of making soup, so it can't even be considered stir-frying.
Bitter salt, no MSG, no soy sauce, incomplete spices, even fish sashimi has become a top-notch delicacy - not a so-called delicacy in terms of style, but a real delicacy in terms of taste. You can imagine how scarce food was in this era.
Guests came one after another.
They bought some spicy strips, toothbrushes, toothpaste, and bread, but no matter what else they bought, they always had to bring one or two packs of hot pot base.
The base on the shelf was getting less and less.
Cheng Yaojin played the last six-tube card: "Shopkeeper, your hot pot base is about to be sold out, why don't you restock it?"
"No more today." Xu Mo said concisely, picked up the six-tube card, "Hu, Hu Jue Zhang, Qing Yi Se, Ah Chou, you lose again..."
He didn't even finish his words.
Cheng Yaojin stood up and ran to the counter where the hot pot base was placed. But after sitting for a long time, his legs were really numb, his left foot tripped over his right foot, and he fell flat on his face. He slid forward, his prostate braked, and with a thud, he crashed hard under the counter. Everyone in the room was startled.
Cheng Yaojin didn't even cry out in pain. He grabbed the edge of the counter and half climbed up. Before he could stand completely, he swept the remaining eight bags of hot pot base into his arms.
"What are you doing..." Xu Mo was a little complicated.
Cheng Yaojin chuckled: "Grabbing the base, there are only these last eight bags left."
"Why don't you go see a doctor?" Xu Mo greeted with concern.
Cheng Yaojin glared: "There's nothing wrong with my brain! I'm very smart, of course I should take more of the good things."
Xu Mo was stunned for a moment and shook his head: "I'm not scolding you, but... I really suggest you go and have a look."
As he spoke, Cheng Yaojin also felt a warm current falling from his forehead.
He stretched out his hand and wiped it.
His hands were covered with blood.
The earth-shaking collision just now broke his head.
"Oh, it's a small matter." Cheng Yaojin waved his hand and ordered the servant next to him, "Go and ask a doctor to come over, I'll wait for him here."