Chapter 17: The Poor County Magistrate
"Dad, do you really want to try it?"
Tang Shujing glanced sideways at the stinky tofu that had just come out of the pot, covered her nose with her long sleeves, and a trace of disgust flashed across her beautiful black pearl-like eyes. She grabbed Tang Ju's arm, intending to stop him.
father?
Su Xian looked up and found that the girl was actually the daughter of County Magistrate Tang!
Looking closely, the woman was about sixteen or seventeen years old, tall, with long legs, an oval face, bangs at her eyebrows, and she was wearing a cross-collared, narrow-sleeved white top that wrapped her tightly.
But the chest seems flat, only a small size of A.
The belt outlines her slender waist, and she wears a white embroidered skirt with lake green piping on the hem. She looks heroic yet girlish.
Before Tang Ju could reply, Tang Shujing gritted her teeth and said, "How about your daughter try it for you?"
"No, no." Captain Lin came running over and said with a smile, "Don't bother Mr. Ming and the second young lady. Just let me do it. I'm not afraid."
Tang Shujing nodded with satisfaction, thinking that this little brother was not recruited in vain.
When Tang Ju saw Captain Lin, his face changed immediately and he scolded, "Captain Lin, why are you still here? Aren't you supposed to be busy?"
Captain Lin’s smile froze and he said, “Yes, yes…” before backing away and disappearing into the crowd.
"Is it fried?" Tang Ju turned his head to look at Zhang Cuihua, swallowing secretly.
Just now on the city wall, after he became , his olfactory cells seemed to have mutated.
It stinks, but it smells delicious .
He couldn't wait.
"It's fried. Please enjoy, Mr. Ming." Zhang Cuihua handed over the bowl and chopsticks.
"Dad...don't eat!" Tang Shujing turned pale and hurried to stop him.
But Tang Ju still took the bowl and chopsticks in his hands.
He picked up a piece and put it to Tang Shujing's mouth, saying with a smile: "Then you can try it first."
"It stinks, I don't want it, this thing can't be eaten!" Tang Shujing turned her head away and pretended to vomit, forgetting what she had just said.
Su Xian raised his eyebrows when he heard this.
He remembered this sentence!
"Haha!" Tang Ju learned it by himself, picked up the stinky tofu and brought it close to his nose and took a deep sniff...
"Ming Fu!" The county magistrate and others were shocked. In their opinion, Tang Ju's behavior was a bit weird.
“…”
Shopkeeper Luo and other neighbors took a step back together, shaking their heads and sighing.
Zhang Cuihua held her breath and her heart was in her throat.
Inside the house, at the kitchen door, Liu Huixiang stuck her head out to pay attention to the situation outside. Her rosy little mouth was slightly open, revealing her pearly teeth. She folded her hands and pressed them against her majestic and heaving heart, holding her breath and concentrating.
Finally, in full view of everyone, Tang Ju put a whole piece of stinky tofu into his mouth.
The whole street was quiet.
Everyone opened their eyes wide, like sculptures, only Tang Ju's chewing mouth moved.
Oh yeah, and that goatee under his chin.
"Dad, how...how do you feel?"
Tang Shujing's beautiful black pearl eyes widened as she scanned Tang Ju's face up and down, ready to carry him straight to the clinic if he was poisoned.
She even took the time to glare at Su Xian, which meant, "I'll settle the score with you later..."
Su Xian was full of confidence. When he saw her glaring at him, he glared back at her.
Everyone was also staring at Tang Ju, but there was no expression on his face.
Liu Huixiang and Zhang Cuihua continued to hold their breath.
The county magistrate, yamen runners, and clerks all had different expressions.
Shopkeeper Luo and his neighbors took another step back, thinking, "It's over, it's over, Mr. Ming is really poisoned..."
"Dad, please say something!"
Tang Shujing was a little anxious.
However, Tang Ju was only focused on eating. After finishing his meal, he picked up another piece and put it into his mouth, chewing it carefully.
Only after he had finished eating the entire portion of stinky tofu did he praise loudly, "Delicious, delicious, it really has a unique and amazing taste!"
call!
Su Xian, Liu Huixiang, and Zhang Cuihua all breathed a sigh of relief.
Done!
Tang Shujing, the county magistrate and others looked stunned and puzzled.
As for Shopkeeper Luo and other neighbors, they almost fell down!
Did you hear that right?
The Ming family actually praised stinky tofu as "delicious"?
And it also has “unique and amazing taste”?
But...it really stinks!
Is this thing really edible?
But on second thought, the county magistrate is a high-ranking figure to them, so there is no need for him to lie!
So in other words, stinky tofu is really delicious!
…
Su Xian saw Tang Ju smacking his lips after finishing his meal, knowing that he was still not satisfied, so she tactfully instructed Zhang Cuihua, "Sister Zhang, fry another portion. The stinky tofu has a unique flavor. Please have it tasted again, Mr. Ming."
"Okay." Zhang Cuihua started immediately.
"No need!" Tang Ju stretched out his hand to stop him, his face straightened, and he said, "As the head official of Leshou County, I should set an example and not use my position to oppress others! If you want to try one portion, you can only try one portion."
The county magistrate was stunned for a moment, then immediately flattered him: "Mingfu is kind and righteous, and I should follow your example!"
"Mingfu is kind and righteous!"
"Mingfu is a great and good official..."
“… …”
Clerks, yamen runners, and the general public all echoed the sentiment.
Tang Ju felt a little embarrassed. He had always been wise and worthy of the title of "benevolent and righteous".
But this time it was because... I had no money in my pocket.
Hiss!
Hiss!
Zhang Cuihua ignored Tang Ju's obstruction and poured a plate of fresh stinky tofu into the oil pan and started frying it. She also said, "Stinky tofu is really delicious. Mr. Ming may want to try more."
Tang Ju's mouth twitched as he smelled the fragrance...and smell of the hot oil. He swallowed his saliva unwillingly. He really didn't eat enough just now.
But my pockets are clean, what should I do?
He was surrounded by his subordinates and the people he governed. If they knew that he, as the chief official of a county, did not even have the money to buy a bowl of stinky tofu, he would be extremely embarrassed.
correct.
Tang Ju suddenly turned his head, looked at his daughter Tang Shujing, and grinned.
Tang Shujing was stunned, and slowly stretched out her girlish hand to cover the purse.
The father and daughter exchanged glances across the air:
Tang Ju: "Girl, lend me fifty coins. I will return it to you after my salary is paid."
Tang Shujing had an expression that said, "As expected," and she clutched her purse tightly. "No, Dad. Mom has told me not to lend you money, or she will deduct my monthly allowance."
Tang Ju: "What are you afraid of? You know it, I know it, but your mother doesn't know it. Nothing will happen."
Tang Shujing: "But..."
Tang Ju: "My daughter, as a woman, it is better for you to stay at home. You should learn well from your sister..."
Tang Shujing: "Okay, Dad, don't say anything. I'll lend it to you."
Tang Ju smiled with satisfaction.
Tang Shujing pursed her bright red lips and just as she took the purse off her slender waist, she heard Su Xian say:
"Mingfu, you are welcome to try the food. You are the first person to try it, which means a lot to us! You can keep trying until you don't want to eat it anymore!"
"There is such a rule?" Tang Ju was stunned.
"There wasn't any before, but there is now." Su Xian smiled. Even if he was allowed to eat as much as he wanted, he couldn't eat much. One cannot eat too much stinky tofu.
"Is that so..." Tang Ju grinned, waved to Tang Shujing secretly, looked at Zhang Cuihua and said, "Sister Zhang, fry faster..."
“…”
Tang Ju, with a happy face, ate two servings of stinky tofu and suddenly remembered what Su Xian had just said about "Qimin Yaoshu".
Su Xian said that the book was once part of his family's collection...
Nowadays, most families that can afford to collect books are wealthy and powerful.
A descendant of aristocratic family!
Tang Ju raised his eyes and looked at Su Xian carefully. He saw that he was wearing a Confucian robe, spoke calmly, had a fair complexion, handsome features, and was a man of talent!
Not like ordinary people.
Although his face is a little feminine, his sword-like eyebrows reveal his majestic spirit.
What a handsome young man!
"Su Xian, are you a child of aristocratic family?" Tang Ju looked at Su Xian, and his eyes changed quietly.
