In the next few days, Xiahou An lived in Cai Yong's mansion.

As long as Cai Yong doesn't chase him with a broom, he will never leave.

Of course, Xiahou An has not been idle these days. He took Xu Chu with him during the day and walked around Chang'an City at night, and hid in the house to draw a floor plan of Chang'an City.

When the time was almost done, Xiahou An finally decided to go out and contact the informant.

Upon hearing this news, Cao Ang burst into tears, almost holding Xiahou An and crying bitterly: You are a heartless person, you finally remember the serious business!

On a sunny morning, Xiahou An and the other two walked out of the mansion and set out towards the west city of Chang'an City.

According to Boss Cao's description, the leader was named Qin Shao and he worked as a butcher in the western city of Chang'an. As long as he found him and took out Cao Cao's letter, Qin Shao would naturally regard him as his new commander after reading it.

The markets in Chang'an City are divided into two cities: east and west. The items in the east are mostly luxury goods, which are places for upper-class people to enjoy; the western market is a hub for trade exchanges between middle and lower classes.

Although Chang'an City was under the rule of the Demon King Dong at this time, Xidu, as a century-old brand, has always had a short flow of people.

On the streets of Xishi, there are endless streams of pedestrians and vendors. The various products placed on the ground and placed at the door of the shop are dazzling.

The shouts and hawking sounds also come one after another.

In the market, there are only two pork sellers.

Xiahou An had already inquired about it two days ago.

So when I came here this time, I was familiar with the road.

When he arrived at Qin's butcher shop, the shop owner Qin Shao was standing in front of the chopping board where the meat was hung, shouting loudly for business.

Recently, the currency has depreciated severely, and fewer and fewer people come to the market to buy pork.

The powerful people don’t like to eat, but the poor people can’t afford it.

Moreover, pork prices are also one day, and only rising but not falling, making business even more difficult.

Now, it’s almost noon and Qin Shao’s pork shop has not opened yet.

The other one sells pork, although the business is not good, but they have a backend, and they can't sell it to the government. Although the price is a bit cheaper, fortunately they can get the money back.

You are not afraid of losing money when doing business, but you are afraid of comparing others. Comparing others will make you angry.

"Oh~"

Qin Shao sighed, feeling depressed.

If this continues, you have to change your career. Although the boss behind the scenes Cao's family is not short of money, you have been losing money and others will sooner or later have some doubts.

At this time, three ordinary-dressed teenagers stood in front of the chopping board, and one of the Rangers' eyes were full of fiery energy.

"Three young men, do you want to buy meat?"

Although Qin Shao didn't quite believe that the three people in front of him had the ability to buy pork, as the store owner, he still showed his attitude towards customers.

At this time, the pigs are officially called "六".

Xiahou An looked at the man with strong waists and looked like a reckless man. He didn't know what Boss Cao had liked him, so he pretended to be arrogant and called him: "Bullshit, give me ten kilograms of meat and cut it into sauce, don't see any fat on it."

"Good!"

After coming to business, Qin Shao was in a good mood. After answering, he first took off a piece of hanging hind legs and threw it on the chopping board. Then he picked up two pig slaughter knives, waved them up and down, chopped them, chopped them, chopped them, chopped them, chopped them, chopped them, chopped them, chopped them, chopped them, chopped them, chopped them, chopped them, chopped them, chopped them, chopped them, chopped them, chopped

In just one cup of tea, cut ten kilograms of lean meat.

"Young Master Chenghui, four thousand coins."

Qin Shao put down his butcher knife, wiped the grease on his hands with an apron, wrapped the lean meat, and handed it over with a smile.

Xiahou An didn't answer and smiled, "Don't worry, let's have another ten kilograms of fat, cut them into sauce and don't see any thinness on it."

Qin Shao was stunned for a moment, and said a little unhappy: "Young Master is here to spend my time?"

I can't stand it anymore. I haven't said ten kilograms of cartilage yet... Xiahou An looked at Qin Shao and teased: "It seems that your sword is not very good, is this knife sold?"

When he heard the last sentence, a hint of surprise flashed in Qin Shao's eyes, but he quickly replied, thinking that it might have been a mistake.

So he asked in a deep voice: "What should I do if I buy a knife?"

"Of course, it's killing chickens and dogs."

Xiahou'an's connection is very natural.

It's you!

Qin Shao's eyes were surprised. Although he didn't want to believe it, he had to believe it at this moment that this young boy was the secret line sent by Cao Cao.

"I'll take away the essence first. After you cut the remaining ten kilograms of fat, you will deliver it to Cai's mansion tomorrow. You can check the bill together at that time. Do you know?"

Xiahou An brought up the packaged lean meat and left a contact information without any trace.

Today I just say hello first so that Qin Shao can be mentally prepared.

The market has many people and is full of eyes. If you walk too close, you will easily reveal your feet.

Qin Shao nodded and said, "I know."

After leaving the butcher shop, Xiahou An went to buy two kilograms of flour.

Cao Ang expressed his confusion.

Xiahou An shook the lean meat on his hands and laughed: Give you some different tastes tonight!

Back at Cai Yong's mansion, Xiahou An occupied the kitchen in the mansion.

Under the guidance of Xiahou An, Xu Chu kept kneading the dough with his hands. Anyway, he had the strength.

Cao Ang squatted reluctantly by the earthen stove and boiled water.

The saint said that a gentleman stayed away from the kitchen, and Cao Ang only wanted to be a general who killed the enemy, rather than a fire-burning chef.

After kneading the dough, Xiahou An first crushed it into thin skin with a rolling pin, and then wrapped it into the meat filling one by one.

Recently, Mr. Cai has a poor appetite, so Xiahou An wants to cook in person and give him some fresh appetizers.

After all, I kindly took in my own heart. I have never said I had been banished once for so many days.

The most important thing for a person to live in this world is gratitude.

Soon, news came that Cai Yong returned to his house.

The water in the jar has boiled, and Xiahou An put the wrapped wontons into the pot.

In the bowl, he prepared the ingredients.

The wontons cannot be cooked for a long time in water, otherwise they will lose their flavor.

Seeing that the temperature was almost done, Xiahou An scooped it up with a spoon and put it into a bowl.

Xu Chu next to him swallowed his saliva, and Cao Ang also cast a faint look.

"If you want to eat, you can take a spoon and I will send it to the old man first."

Xiahou An picked up the cooked wontons and walked towards the lobby.

A faint fragrance overflowed, making people's index fingers tremble.

"Boji, do you smell it? It smells so good!"

In the living room, someone sniffed his nose and looked around curiously.

At this time, Xiahou An also happened to come to the living room, and took the wontons on the plate and said as if offering treasures: "Old man, come and try the wontons I made for you..."

The voice came to an abrupt end.

Because there was another person present in the lobby.

Compared with the thin old man Cai, this person is as big as a wild boar, but he is wearing a very noble uniform. He is surrounded by a huge brocade belt. There is a white jade the size of a fist in the middle of the brocade belt. His face is curled upside down. Even though he is full of smiles, he cannot hide the fierceness and irritability in his eyes.

No!

Xiahou An swallowed his throat.

Dong...Do King Dong?
Chapter completed!