After the three yuan and the third, the ministers angered the ceremony and the music collapsed

Jiang Zhao put a piece of vegetable into his mouth, chewed it carefully, and then swallowed it.

"Nurse Ding's cooking is really getting better and better. The cooks in Jingshuilou can't compare to you."

Mother Ding said with some embarrassment.

"Miss just knows how to make people happy. These are some home-cooked dishes. I can't compare to the cook in Jingshuilou."

Even though she said that, she was still very happy in her heart.

After all, Jiang Zhao praised himself so much, how could he not be happy?

After eating, Jiang Zhao, Sun Simubai, and Wei Xiangjiuqi packed up and prepared to go outside to play.

On the last day of the holiday, don't waste your money.

A few people plan to find a teahouse to tell stories every day.

Came to a relatively large teahouse in the city of Kyoto.

A few people walked in, probably because of the early morning, so it seemed a little deserted.

But this does not prevent the storyteller, who is spitting all over the stage, from speaking impassionedly.

Jiang Zhao and the others deliberately chose a seat in the front row to sit down.

As soon as they sat down, a man in blue clothes came outside the door, followed by Wei Chengyun, who was pale and beardless.

The only one who can make Wei Chengyun follow him every step of the way is the current emperor.

But Jiang Zhao and the others were sitting with their backs to the gate, so they didn't see the two of them.

The emperor lightly shook the fan in his hand, pointed at the backs of those people and said.

"Our people look quite familiar, especially the little one sitting in the middle."

Wei Chengyun looked in the direction he pointed.

"Lang Jun, those people should be Jiang Xiuzhuan and her friends."

The emperor suddenly became interested. He didn't expect to sneak out today to listen to the book, but he would also meet Jiang Zhao.

It seems that she and I really have a good understanding.

Putting away the fan in his hand, he strode towards the place where Jiang Zhao was sitting.

He stood in front of her and looked at her with a smile.

Jiang Zhao, who was concentrating on listening to the book, frowned when he saw a tall figure standing in front of him.

Who is this person?So unqualified.

Didn't you see how high she was listening?

He even deliberately stood in front of her and beat up the storyteller.

She frowned, and wanted to ask the man to move aside.

As soon as he looked up, he saw that it was the emperor!

She quickly got up and saluted.

"Lang Jun, why did you come out today?"

The emperor was not polite at all, and sat directly in her place.

"The shop at home will open tomorrow. I have nothing to do today, so I will go out for a stroll. Otherwise, I will be busy after it opens."

"Let's do it, stop standing and listen to the book together."

He turned his back on the customer.

Jiang Zhao could only nod his head.

Her seat was taken by the emperor, so Si Mubai and the others moved to the side to make room for Jiang Zhao.

In this way, Jiang Zhao sat next to Simubai, and the emperor sat next to Wei Xiang.

Although Wei Xiang had nothing on the surface, he didn't like the emperor taking Jiang Zhao's position in his heart.

The storyteller on the stage was talking about cultivators.

Jiang Zhao listened attentively, she has always been very interested in the so-called immortal.

"As for cultivators, the higher their realm strength, the stronger the power of heaven and earth they control. They even have the ability to turn rivers and seas and move stars."

"The cultivators of the immortal way, they eat the clouds and drink the air, and practice themselves, so they can't get involved in the karma of the world."

"On that day, Situ Ye, No. 1 in the Immortal World, fought against demons..."

Hearing this, Si Mubai couldn't help frowning.

Instead, Jiang Zhao exclaimed.

"Are immortal cultivators really so powerful?"

"Can you still move mountains and fill seas and overturn rivers and seas?"

"It's almost all fabricated by the storyteller. It's true to eat Xia and drink Qi, but the so-called karma of not being able to touch the world is a fabrication."

"As far as I know, warriors cultivate their physical bodies, immortals cultivate their souls, and Confucianism and Taoism cultivate talents. Every immortal cultivator needs to go down the mountain to experience calamities when they reach a certain age."

"Only after the calamity, their cultivation will be complete."

"Also, Immortal No.1 is not Situ Ye, but a woman."

Jiang Zhao asked in surprise.

"Brother Mu Bai, how do you know so much?"

The emperor also leaned over curiously.

"That's right, it's hard for ordinary people to know the news about cultivating immortals, but you are very precious to those immortals."

As an emperor, he didn't know many things, but in the end he knew everything.

"I just saw it when I flipped through the book by chance."

Si Mubai said lightly.

Then he changed the subject again: "Look, Mr. Storyteller is talking about the most exciting moment."

Jiang Zhao turned his attention to the stage again.

The emperor saw that Jiang Zhao continued to listen to the book, so he didn't ask any more questions, but occasionally looked at Si Mubai with scrutiny, not knowing what was going on in his heart.

At this time, Xiaoer served them an extra cup of tea.

Jiang Zhao happened to be thirsty, so he picked it up and took a sip.

Just let her spit out all the tea in one gulp.

"Bah, bah, why is this stuff so bad?"

The emperor also picked it up and took a sip.

"Isn't this just tea? How can it be unpalatable?"

Si Mubai and the others also picked it up and took a sip.

"It's just normal tea, what's the worst drink?"

This teahouse is famous in Kyoto, and many people come here to drink it. How could the tea mentioned here be unpalatable?

Jiang Zhao opened the lid of the tea and saw that there were green onions, ginger, garlic, and even oil inside.

It still looks like sheep oil.

It made her a little unacceptable. The tea even tasted salty when she drank it, probably because of salt.

Where is this tea?

It is clearly cooking porridge, or porridge with a particularly strong taste, and the taste of tea leaves is almost undrinkable.

Jiang Zhao is really incapable of accepting this tea.

"Just this tea can be drunk by humans? It's simply dark cuisine."

"Then what kind of tea does Jiang Qing drink on weekdays?"

The emperor couldn't help asking curiously.

Jiang Zhao doesn't even like this tea, so how good is the tea she usually drinks.

"Lang Jun, after I make the tea set for making tea, I will definitely give you a set, so that you can taste what real tea is."

Jiang Zhao said.

Speaking of tea, she is no stranger to it.

When she was in college in the previous life, she joined the tea art club, and she knew the ordering of tea in the Song Dynasty like the back of the palm of her hand

In the end, Jiang Zhao was really thirsty, so she asked Xiaoer to serve him a cup of water. She couldn't accept the tea made from oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar tea.

After listening to the book, Jiang Zhao and the others simply went to Jingshuilou for dinner.

The emperor was as rich and powerful as ever, and with a wave of his hand, he ordered all the signature dishes of Jingshuilou.

There was a table full of dishes, and if it wasn't for the fact that they couldn't put it down, the people from Jingshui Building would probably continue to serve it.

After all, it was rare to meet such a rich and powerful fat sheep, so he had to slaughter it properly.

Jiang Zhao didn't care, since she didn't want her to pay anyway, so he and Jiuqi were full of greasy food.