Chapter 238 Unspoken

The beggar stayed in the post hall of the county for a few days. During this period, Dongfang often came to talk to her when he was not busy. In fact, there is not much to say. Zuo just looks at it affectionately, or hugs quietly, and enjoys this quiet and long time at ease.

Seven or eight days later, next to the original pancake shop, a compound courtyard with eight rooms was built, with a vermilion plaque hanging on the door, which was the inscription of Dongfang Ye: "linger in the pancake shop".

linger, bento became the temporary name of a beggar in this city.

On the opening day, the beggar looked at the new house with bright windows and was so happy that he finally settled in a new home. She said happily to Dongfang, "It seems that the changes in life are not all bad things. This new facade looks much more comfortable and elegant than the house that was expelled.

Master Dongfang said, "It's good if you say it's good. It's just a little far away from the Taishou Mansion."

The beggar shook his head and said, "Not far away! A little farther away, the contact will not be too close, but can effectively avoid people's words. After a while, I will hire three or two sharp and kung fu mini-sergeants. If there is any emergency, let them ride a horse to report to you immediately.

"It's okay." Master Dongfang said with a smile.

The lingering pancakes with the personal support of Dongfang Ye are more attractive than before. There are a lot of people buying them more than ten miles away, resulting in a shortage of supply, and it is normal to queue up for a few hours.

When the beggar lay down every night, he felt backache and leg pain. Half a month later, he hired two people to do chores, a man and a woman, one responsible for coarseness and weight and the other for fineness. In this way, beggars can rest while making money.

Master Dongfang sends his entourage to buy pancakes every day. The beggar is afraid that he will eat it alone and lacks nutrition for a long time, so he pays special attention to Dongfangye's pancakes. It is full of eggs, fresh milk, green vegetables, lean meat, fruits and other raw materials. It is delicious and balanced, and tastes different. He also sends some pumpkins, sweet potatoes, mung beans and yams every day. Wait for the porridge.

Once, Dongfang Ye said, "You, you want to make me a fat man, but I can't refuse the delicious food. With such a rich filling pancake, I can actually eat four or five in a row and bring a small pot of porridge. In the past, eating half a cake and drinking a few mouthfuls of porridge would have been more.

The beggar was distressed to hear this and said with a smile, "How can an ordinary chef compare with my craftsmanship? Besides, don't you know the truth of beauty? Because I made it, it's the supreme delicacy.

Master Dongfang laughed and said, "I also wonder if you have released opium poppy addictive things to me. That's the truth."

At this time, the two are more like the most simple couple in the world. The husband is busy with official business, and the wife is in charge of the housework. The only difference is that their words and deeds are tacit and intimate, but in private, they can't be shown clearly.

Master Dongfang always smiles and said, "The villagers who buy pancakes, if you see these pancakes you specially made for me, they will think that my treatment is special."

"You take care of everything every day. In addition to eating some pancakes, how simple is your life? Do you have to fall down to recuperate?" The beggar said, "What I made for you is medicinal pancakes. Eating them for a long time can improve your physique! I don't want to see a good official who is skinny and in poor spirits all day long.

Master Dongfang said, "I'm afraid I can't quit. If you don't cook for me in the future, I will become picky about food and have nothing to eat.

The beggar patted his chest and smiled, "It's on me! Don't you understand what I mean by long days?

Master Dongfang was moved and said in a low voice: "There are thirteen pancakes every day, and he will not hesitate to be a county man."

The beggar was very happy to hear this and smiled, "Don't praise me." Your influence is so great that an unintentional word can be widely circulated. If this poem reaches the ears of some people, I'm afraid it will cause regional effects. In the future, literati will want to come to the county to become an official and taste the pure world-famous lingling pancakes.

"That won't work. Don't you have to open a chain store?" Dongfang said, "Sometimes, I really don't want you to be famous, but if you work like a line, you can't be famous."

The beggar asked, "Are you afraid that like Liu Sanlang, a poem will cause chaos? So are you worried that I will attract the attention of the court because the pancakes are too well made?

Master Dongfang nodded: "It's not that if the pancake is well done, it can attract attention, but it will attract the attention of some ** people."

The beggar's eyes were angry and joked carelessly, "At worst, the name of this pancake came to the palace, and an order came down to pay tribute every day, so they would work hard and waste money, just like lychee, to transport pancakes! The county is so far away, ten miles away from the post station. Every day, the horses are much more tired!"

Master Dongfang suppressed his smile and said a little worriedly, "It's not Tegong that I'm afraid of, but calling you into the palace as a royal cook!"

When she woke up the beggar, she suddenly realized, "You are right. I have to guard against it!" Then he said depressedly, "How can I... get involved with the palace so easily?"

"Mu Xiu Yu Lin. Your enthusiasm enables you to achieve great achievements in any field. The light can't be covered, and the palace is a place that advocates light. Master Dongfang sighed.

The beggar was a little stunned: "Why do you speak so emotionally and philosophically? The palace is a place that advocates light and also a place that kills light. Many chefs can't make those good dishes that dignitaries love to eat when they arrive at the palace, because those people are surrounded by delicacies all day long, and their taste has deteriorated! For example, my pancake is widely loved in places and can be regarded as a feature. It is not as good as being buried in the palace!"

Master Dongfang listened with a smile and couldn't help noding, "You said a more incisive image."

The beggar said, "So we should keep a lower profile. Although you eat well, don't say it. If you have taste in your heart, you won't say anything!" Or when there is no one, I will praise it in front of me, and I will be very satisfied.

Master Dongfang said, "It's still you. It seems that I have to continue to practice my restrained ability in the future. Silence is gold.

The beggar smiled and said, "You are already golden enough, and then you will become graphite!"

Master Dongfang said "um" and suddenly asked, "What is graphite?" Can ink still be made of stone? It's really unheard of!"

The beggar laughed and said, "Do you believe what I said?"

Master Dongfang nodded: "You are so strange that you can't do anything."

"You are... blind worship!" The beggar said happily and vainly, "Just as I blindly worshiped you! I even feel that the air you exhale, the stool you sit on, and the words you have used are the best in the world!"

Master Dongfang whispered to her, "There is a good wife at home, and she is skillful. The rocking chair sits opposite each other, which is better than the treasure in the box.

The beggar's face was heartbeat and he was embarrassed to push him and said, "I didn't expect your poetry to be better than me."

Master Dongfang quickly waved his hand and said modestly, "How can I compare with you? But my oil poetry is indeed much faster than before. It's all your credit."

The beggar coughed a few times and said positively, "I have also made great progress in making regular poetry."

Master Dongfang said affectionately, "Old husband and wife, mutual benefit, infiltration and influence are all knowledge."

The beggar blushed and said to him, "You said, it really feels like we are old."

Master Dongfang said, "How happy it would be if he could be like this all the time!" Sometimes I suddenly look back. I really feel that we are like the first acquaintance yesterday, but I vaguely feel that we have been 100 years old.

"The mysterious and unscrupulous have become refined!" The beggar laughed at him.

Master Dongfang looked at her delicate appearance, hugged her and stroked her, and said softly, "It's good to become refined. Or... can you give birth to a litter of goblins for me?"

The beggar's heart beat vigorously for a long time, his face was like a streamer, and his face was buried on his shoulder: "It's not good."

Master Dongfang bit her earlobe and said, "I can't stand too many clutches. I want to form a family with you here. It's up to you whether it's public or not. I want to enjoy the fairy days with you.

The beggar was silent for a long time and said, "I'm really afraid of those people in the capital. In any case, we can't live together openly. Even if I was pregnant with a child, I was self-contained and said that the child's father was working in a rich man far away and rarely took a leave. Every night when he came back, he left overnight. As long as you know it."

Master Dongfang said sadly, "Then you have to bear a lot of pressure. It's too wronged."

The beggar looked down at his toes: "What's the problem with raising a child? I have never been afraid of pressure and secular vision. I just won't say who the child's real father is.

"I wronged you." Master Dongfang was full of emotion and couldn't control his suppressed emotions for a long time. He began to kiss the beggar, gradually downstream along his eyebrows, cheeks, neck and collarbone.