Summary of the previous chapter: Shopping with women always makes men extremely hard, and Ma Xiaoquan is no exception...
Ma Xiaoquan smiled awkwardly, waved his hand and said: "Then you have to remind me early no matter what. Hey, you woman, you are really..."
Dongfang Qingxue smiled and stepped forward to hold Ma Xiaoquan's arm, nodded and said: "No matter what, Ma Xiaoquan, you are a good-looking man."
"Okay...look..." Ma Xiaoquan was a little helpless, "this good-looking should be used on a beauty like you. I am a grown man, and it feels so weird to use this word."
Dongfang Qingxue turned around and asked Liu Xiangxiang: "Sister Xiangxiang, do you think Ma Xiaoquan is good-looking?"
Liu Xiangxiang also stepped forward and took Ma Xiaoquan's other arm: "Of course Brother Quan is good-looking. If we were to select the most beautiful men in the Ming Dynasty, Brother Quan would definitely be in the top ten."
When Ma Xiaoquan heard this, he quickly shook his head: "Yes, yes, please stop it right here. You are talking nonsense."
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After leaving the clothing store, Ma Xiaoquan simply took off his coat, so that he would no longer be laughed at.
The streets of the market are not too long. According to today's standards, they are less than half of Wangfujing Pedestrian Street. Of course, being too long does not mean that it is not prosperous. At least in Ma Xiaoquan's eyes, it is what this era needs.
Anything can be bought in the markets in Beijing.
In the blink of an eye, it was noon, and the three of them were looking for a place to eat hungry. Ma Xiaoquan suggested eating fried noodles. Dongfang Qingxue asked curiously: "Zhajiang noodles? What are fried noodles?"
Ma Xiaoquan asked Dongfang Qingxue: "Miss Dongfang, why is it that your Dongfang family is in the east? What's the matter, you haven't even tasted such a classic and delicious fried noodles?"
Dongfang Qingxue blushed and said, "We have corn for three meals a day, so where can we get noodles?"
Dongfang Family is located in the Northeast, which is famous for its rice production. Although the Northeast was not a major grain-producing area in the Ming Dynasty, it was completely possible to be self-sufficient.
Dongfang Qingxue once said that her Dongfang family owns ten thousand acres of land. Judging from this, what she said is true.
"Well, since you haven't eaten it before, let's try the authentic fried noodles from old Beijing."
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Ma Xiaoquan's uncle's home is in Beijing, and it's not too far from Hongqiao Market. Ma Xiaoquan has to go and have a bowl of the "Old Beijing Fried Noodle King" noodle shop near Hongqiao Market every time he goes to his uncle's house.
At this moment, Ma Xiaoquan was standing in the Hongqiao Market, but...it was the Ming Dynasty, and this Hongqiao Market was not the other Hongqiao Market.
To be precise, Zhu Youxiao, Emperor Tianqi of the Ming Dynasty, still did not have the so-called Hongqiao Market at this time, but what made Ma Xiaoquan happy was that although there was no market, there was one on the bridge, and there happened to be one not far under the bridge.
Noodle stall.
Ma Xiaoquan led Dongfang Qingxue and Liu Xiangxiang to the noodle stall and said, "Boss, please have three bowls of fried noodles."
"Zhajiang noodles?" The noodle stall owner raised his head and didn't understand what Ma Xiaoquan said.
Ma Xiaoquan snorted and changed his words: "Oh, soybean soup cakes, three bowls."
"Oh, okay, guest, you...eh? Guest, are you the fourth young master of the Ma family?"
"What? You know me?"
"Hey, Master Ma Si, who doesn't know you in Beijing? Come on, come on, distinguished guest, sit down, come on right away, come on right away."
Dongfang Qingxue joked: "Ma Xiaoquan, you are really famous. Why do people know you wherever you go?"
Just as Ma Xiaoquan was about to speak, Liu Xiangxiang said: "Of course, many people in Beijing know Brother Quan..."
Dongfang Qingxue said: "Do you know him? I'm afraid they all call him a playboy, right?"
Ma Xiao laughed awkwardly and said nothing.
The noodles arrived quickly, and the owner of the noodle stall personally brought a tray to Ma Xiaoquan and the other three.
"Fourth Young Master, your soybean soup cake..." The boss put the three bowls of fried soybean noodles on the table with some restraint, and at the same time, he did not forget to wipe the table again.
Ma Xiaoquan squinted his eyes and looked at the noodle stall owner. That's right, he has never seen this person before. Oh, could it be the former fourth young master of the Ma family?
"Boss, do we know each other?"
The noodle stall owner rubbed his hands, looked at Dongfang Qingxue, and asked cautiously: "Master Ma Si, have you really forgotten?"
"I..." Ma Xiaoquan chuckled and lied, "Hey, how could I forget? I just want to make sure again. Come, sit here and talk to me..."
The noodle stall owner nodded, moved a small stool and sat in front of Ma Xiaoquan. Since Ma Xiaoquan's stool was relatively high, the noodle stall owner looked very short when he sat like this.
Ma Xiaoquan looked a little uncomfortable, but Dongfang Qingxue and Liu Xiangxiang seemed not used to such things, so Ma Xiaoquan had no choice but to let the boss do this.
"Fourth Young Master, you have to pay for my small noodle stall, otherwise my family would really not know how to survive."
Ma Xiaoquan nodded, oh, after all this fuss, this noodle stall is really the "original" one paid for by the fourth young master of the Ma family.
"Fourth Young Master, our family was helpless when we arrived in Beijing, but we survived thanks to you."
Ma Xiaoquan said oh, waved his hand and said, "Okay, that's a thing of the past. Now you can live a good life, go and get busy."
"Okay"
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After the noodle stall owner left, Dongfang Qingxue whispered: "Ma Xiaoquan, you won't find a shill to deliberately promote you, right?"
Ma Xiaoquan rolled his eyes at Dongfang Qingxue and whispered: "How are you talking? I really don't know you. Let's talk about this... I'm afraid it was the Fourth Young Master Ma from before."
Dongfang Qingxue curled her lips and murmured: "You are really being advantaged."
Ma Xiaoquan smiled bitterly and said: "Taking advantage of me? I don't want to accept it yet. Girl Dongfang, you will also hear the fourth young master of the Ma family when you go to the market, right? Tell me, do you hear more good things or bad things?"
Dongfang Qingxue chuckled and said, "Of course I have a lot of bad words."
"That's right, you said, if I did all this, I would admit it, the key is..."
Liu Xiangxiang interrupted: "Brother Quan, why didn't you do it? Aren't you Ma Xiaoquan?"
Ma Xiaoquan and Dongfang Qingxue looked at each other and said, "Eat it, let's not talk about it for now."
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After the meal, Ma Xiaoquan found someone to temporarily distract Liu Xiangxiang.
Dongfang Qingxue saw Ma Xiaoquan's thoughts at a glance. When Liu Xiangxiang walked away, she said, "Ma Xiaoquan, you have something to tell me, right?"
Ma Xiaoquan nodded: "Miss Dongfang is really smart. Yes, one thing is about my true identity. I hope Miss Dongfang will keep it a secret for me, especially this girl Liu Xiangxiang."