Chapter 470: Departure

Gu Qingyi looked on and couldn’t help but ask her question. “Isn’t it said that we shouldn’t kill cattle for meat? Why is there beef in the noodles here?”
At that time, Su Xianxiang didn't say what kind of meat it was; she only mentioned that it was meat noodles. Upon hearing Gu Qingyi's words, she immediately laughed. "How could it be beef? Beef is really hard to come by. No matter which country, there are regulations against killing cows; they can only be slaughtered after they die naturally. Moreover, if it’s a very young cow or an old cow, they must be buried and cannot be eaten."
I didn't expect that there were such sayings in ancient times; this is truly an eye-opener. "I never thought there was such a saying, so what kind of meat is this?"
"This is pork, and all of it is freshly cooked meat from that day. You should give it a try; the broth is also made from simmered bone broth."
Gu Qingyi took a sniff and found it indeed very fragrant. She bent down to taste a bit; the flavor was excellent, with no trace of meat's fishy smell—perfectly handled. The meat was also sliced evenly in thickness. A layer of oil floated on top of the white soup, but it wasn't greasy. Soaking the noodles in it, she felt that the meaty aroma was absorbed into her bite.
Gu Qingyi felt that this was probably the best noodles she had ever eaten in her life.
Several people agreed that the noodles were great; after eating their fill, each person rubbed their round bellies, feeling a sense of satisfaction.
When it was time to settle the bill, Gu Qingyi saw that she had given that old man and old lady seventeen wen. Was it really that cheap?
“How much is this noodles?” Gu Qingyi asked Su Xianxiang.
Su Xuanxiang pointed her finger, indicating seventeen wen; Gu Qingyi confirmed that she hadn't seen wrong just now. Everyone felt a bit incredulous; it was just too cheap.
That averages to a little over three wen per bowl for five bowls of noodles.
“This small bowl is three wen per bowl, a total of three bowls, that makes nine wen. The larger bowl is four wen per bowl, totaling eight wen.”
This...
“They won't be at a loss, right?” Gu Qingyi thought of the meat she had just eaten and that delicious meat soup; she felt it was impossible for it to be this cheap.
“No, uncle and aunt have always sold at this price and won't cheat or lose money. Many shopkeepers inflate their prices sky-high, charging five or six wen for a bowl of plain noodles—now that's what you call a scam.”
Gu Qingyi thought carefully about the prices in this ancient setting, and concluded that they were not too high or too low, so she decided not to dwell on it.
The five of them strolled slowly out of the street of the lantern festival, and the area felt much quieter, perhaps because most people had gone to the lantern festival over there.
Gu Qingyi planned to first send Su Xuanxiang to the inn, and then they would return home, ensuring that Su Xuanxiang did not know her true identity.
“Let me tell you, when I was about to go out today, I met a woman who also came out of the Prime Minister's residence. Her name seemed to be Zhu'er, and she is a concubine of the third young master. She was just kicked out. I originally intended to kindly take her to eat something and find her a place to sleep, then ask her about her situation to get revenge for her. But she wouldn’t say anything, and to top it off, she regarded me as a bad person.”
Gu Qingyi also thought that Su Xianxiang was somewhat problematic, prying into other people's private matters for no reason. Could it end well? However, if that Zhu'er is indeed the concubine of Luo Lizheng, then it can be used to her advantage.
“If you say that person is ignoring you, where did she go?”