"Your powers of observation are quite keen!"

Ning Fu looked at Liu Qingxin in surprise.

With just one face-to-face meeting, Liu Qingxin was able to notice these details, almost like a detective.

Liu Qingxin's expression was very solemn, and she immediately warned again:

"The other party has a lot of background, so you, the officer, must be careful and don't offend the other party!"

"Don't worry, I have my own sense of discretion!"

After Ning Fu finished speaking, he walked into the kitchen.

Although no customers have come to the door these days, all kinds of ingredients are prepared.

If there are no guests, just eat it by yourself. It’s cold and you don’t have to worry about it spoiling anyway.

Ning Fu quickly prepared four special stir-fry dishes.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to deliver the food, Ning Fu also quietly observed it, and sure enough he found that the old man was wearing official boots and that there were two people guarding the door.

"Stir-fried vegetables! No wonder you sell them so expensively!"

The old man couldn't help but be surprised when he looked at the dishes Ning Fu brought.

Although Ning Fu's dishes were different from Fan Lou's, the old man was well-informed and recognized them at a glance.

"It is indeed cooking, please use it slowly!"

Ning Fu turned around and headed back to the kitchen.

"Brother, stay!"

The old man suddenly spoke.

Ning Fu had no choice but to stop, he knew that this old man would not let him leave easily.

"What else does my husband have to do?"

The old man looked at Ning Fu with great interest, and then said: "The land of our Song Dynasty is only 70 million hectares, and you said that the world's land is 2.2 billion hectares, doesn't it mean that we are a big country?"

Does Song’s territory only account for one-thirtieth of the world?”

"That's true, but most of the land in the world is overseas barbaric land, not worth mentioning!"

"Then where did the theory of the sun and the moon you just mentioned come from?"

"Just read it in any miscellaneous books!"

"Where is the book? Can I borrow it to read?"

"sold."

"What a coincidence?"

The old man looked suspicious.

"My father fell ill and passed away some time ago. In order to hold the funeral, I had to pawn some of my belongings."

Ning Fu didn't lie this time. All the books in his family were indeed sold.

"This is too rude of me!"

The old man also looked apologetic when he heard this.

"It's okay, I'll treat you to a meal!"

Ning Fu pointed at the dishes on the table again.

The old man also understood that this was Ning Fu reminding himself that he came into the store to eat, not to check the population.

The old man was not angry. He reached out and picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork and put it in his mouth to taste.

"good!"

The old man exclaimed in admiration, this sweet and sour dish was really to his liking.

But then the old man said to himself in confusion: "When I left Beijing, cooking was only available in Fanlou, and it was expensive. In just a few years, has cooking been introduced to ordinary people?"

Ning Fu was moved when he heard the old man's words.

When Zhao Xu came to power, he gradually recalled New Party members who had been demoted many years ago to the capital.

This old man has an extraordinary status. He left Beijing a few years ago and now returns to the capital. Could it be said that this old man is a member of the New Party?
Chapter completed!