Chapter 230 Goulan Washe

After frying, dip some sugar and take a bite. It is crispy on the outside and smooth on the inside.

Many people who saw it swallowed their mouths and asked the shopkeepers to order a copy.

The shopkeeper can't help but feel embarrassed.

They don't do this, and it's Xiao Langjun's secret recipe, how can they do it?

Yun Dai smiled and said: "You all saw it just now, if you like it, feel free to use it. Just don't blame me for being rude just now."

"No, no, how could it be, Mr. Xiao Lang is too polite."

The shopkeeper and his wife are very grateful to her.

These days, it is not easy to start a small food business. Whose family has a little secret recipe, not hiding it. How can I give it away so generously.

Yun Dai really didn't care, she held a few strings of meatballs in her left hand and fried bananas in her right, eating them happily.

Zhao Yuanjing has been watching quietly.

"With such a small amount of food, I am so happy. Is there a shortage of food and clothing in the palace?"

"It's not the same." Yun Dai smiled, "You don't need to be wary when interacting with people outside, and you don't need to be afraid of getting into trouble if you say something wrong. Relax, feel good, and eat naturally to be happy."

She gave him a bunch of meatballs: "Try it? Don't always carry it, no one outside knows you."

In terms of fame, among the common people, Zhao Yuanjing is really not as good as Jin Lan.

The main reason is that he doesn't go out of the palace very much.

Zhao Yuanjing didn't want to eat these, but looking at her hand, he still took them.

The two walked around, ate, and walked, and there were more people.

As soon as Zhao Yuanjing turned around, Yun Dai disappeared.

He broke into a layer of sweat suddenly.

Xu Hu hurried over and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, Master, just now I saw Xiaozhu Yun was dragged in there."

He raised his hand and pointed to a tile house in front of him.

It turned out that they had unknowingly walked to the Wazi Goulan.

There are many restaurants and shops around, and it is a lively time.

Zhao Yuanjing hurriedly followed, and sure enough, he saw Yun Dai, who was lured by a young lady, and sat down at a table.

"Why are you running around alone?" Zhao Yuanjing frowned and followed, "What's so interesting here, come out with me."

Yun Dai patted the place next to her, and said with a smile: "He said there is a puppet show here, I haven't seen it, I'll come in and have a look. Second Master, you also sit down and have a drink of tea."

Seeing that she was in high spirits, Zhao Yuanjing didn't want to disappoint her, so she sat down.

Soon someone brought tea and melon seeds.

Yun Dai smiled and said, "I thought Goulan was that kind of place, so there are so many fun places."

She just asked, there are acrobatics, storytelling, and shadow shows here. Of course, there are also women playing the piano and dancing, which is a great place to spend time.

Zhao Yuanjing was expressionless.

He will not say that he has never been here.

He admitted that it was really fun here.

But what is the meaning of this woman staring at the storyteller on the stage with great interest?

What else does that man have besides a mouth full of lotuses? She looks so ugly, she can also look at it and laugh haha.

Zhao Yuanjing got impatient and stood up to leave.

"Second Master, are you leaving?" Yun Dai looked up at him.

Her small fleshy face was full of smiles and radiant.

Obviously happy to hear that.

"Too boring, too noisy. Master go out for a walk." He walked away.

Although Yun Dai was reluctant to give up, she still left the melon seeds and followed.

Xu Hu hurried over to pay the bill.

Walking to the door, suddenly a few people rushed out from the sideways, and there were still people shouting robbery behind.

They panicked and rushed towards Yun Dai.

He still had a knife in his hand.

"Yun Dai! Be careful!" Zhao Yuanjing's pupils narrowed slightly, before he could drive away the robbers, he hugged Yun Dai directly, turned around, and protected her in his arms.

There was a tear.

The knife cut a long line on Zhao Yuanjing's arm.