My Promotion Story Through Time Travel

Chapter 180 Pancakes and Ginger Soup

Wang Kesheng's wife was busy at the stove when she saw Lin Ziping come in. She was a little reserved and at a loss for what to do.

Lin Ziping looked at the stove. The pancakes she made were similar to jianbing guozi (Chinese crepes), with a layer of sauce on them and some pickled vegetables inside.

Move your nose, and a fragrant aroma wafts over.

"Auntie, give me one." Lin Ziping rubbed his stomach. "It smells so good."

"This is my wife, surnamed Zhang," Wang Kesheng introduced. "Old woman, quickly give one to the official."

"Oh, okay." Aunt Zhang hurriedly placed a pancake on a plate and handed it to Lin Ziping.

Lin Ziping took a bite and gave Aunt Zhang a thumbs up.

"Auntie, it smells so good, even better than Fuchunlou."

Aunt Zhang smiled and said, "Homemade food can't compare to Fuchunlou. Sir, please don't tease me."

"Aunt Zhang, just call me Xiao Lin. Calling me 'official' is too formal. I'm just a handyman," Lin Ziping said, panting slightly. "I'm not lying, it really is delicious."

"No rush, eat more if you like it, Auntie will make more for you." Aunt Zhang smiled even more broadly when she saw Lin Ziping's expression. "My third son, like the official, loves the pancakes I make."

After a few bites, Lin Ziping felt the warmth in his stomach and sighed contentedly.

After bidding farewell to Wang Kesheng and Aunt Zhang, Lin Ziping left.

"Xiaolin, Xiaolin..." A voice suddenly called out to him from behind.

Lin Ziping turned around and saw Aunt Zhang.

Aunt Zhang walked over quickly, her nose red from the cold.

She almost tripped and fell when she reached Lin Ziping, who quickly helped her up.

"Since you like these pancakes, I made some extra for you to take with you." Aunt Zhang handed over a paper package.

Lin Ziping opened it, and a fragrant aroma wafted out.

"Auntie, I just ate, how can I accept this?" Lin Ziping hurriedly declined.

"Here you go, Auntie added an egg to it. It's perfect for a nourishing meal on such a cold day," Aunt Zhang said with a smile.

Lin Ziping couldn't refuse, so he had to accept it and took out a tael of silver to give to Aunt Zhang: "Auntie, keep this money."

Aunt Zhang quickly stepped aside: "Why accept it? I see you're about the same age as my third son, so just consider it as him eating it."

"This...this...how can this be?" Lin Ziping continued to hand her the silver.

"No need, you child." Aunt Zhang looked displeased. "It was so noisy last night. Be careful. Fuchun isn't just yours. You're still a child yourself. No matter how busy you are, remember to eat properly."

"Auntie..." Lin Ziping murmured, tucking the oil paper package into his pocket, "Auntie might be a little confused these days, so you all stay home and take good care of yourselves."

"Alright, I understand. I'm going back now. You go ahead and get busy. Your uncle is still waiting at home." Aunt Zhang turned and left without waiting for Lin Ziping's reply.

Lin Ziping stared blankly at her retreating figure for a long while before leaving.

The cold wind was so strong it stung my eyes, and somehow it made my eyes a little wet.

Since coming to this era, it's been a long time since anyone has told me to eat properly.

I doubt there will be any more in the future.

It was already daylight, but there were few pedestrians on the road, and the light was even more dazzling under the reflection of the heavy snow.

Lin Ziping composed himself, thinking about Aunt Zhang's words, and slowed his pace.

Indeed, Fuchun doesn't belong to him alone; it's just a job, and he shouldn't get too carried away with it.

I went to the county government office first, but it was empty and there was still no one there.

He then headed towards Fuchunlou.

When we arrived at Fuchunlou, it was not yet open, but there were already people gathered at the entrance.

Lin Ziping approached and saw that it was Li Zhen leading his men kneeling at the entrance of Fuchunlou.

The two looked at each other for a moment, then looked away.

This street is full of shops, and although the doors are tightly closed, the probing gazes hidden behind them are menacing.

Lin Ziping's gaze swept over Li Zhen and the others. The group looked even more listless than last night, and the weaker ones probably wouldn't last much longer.

At that moment, Manager Xiao's figure flashed across the second floor of Fuchunlou.

Lin Ziping called out loudly, "Manager Xiao... Is His Highness the Sixth Prince well?"

This is like a drop of water falling into a pan of oil.

Li Zhen led the shouts, "Please, Your Highness, Sixth Prince, do justice for us!"

"Please, Your Highness, Sixth Prince, do us justice!"

"Please, Your Highness, Sixth Prince, do us justice!"

……

The sounds rose and fell.

Lin Ziping pretended to be frightened and took two steps back with a look of astonishment.

Realizing what had happened, he hurriedly stepped forward and pounded on the door of Fuchunlou.

While patting the door, he shouted, "Manager Xiao, Manager Xiao, please open the door quickly! I have urgent business to discuss with His Highness the Sixth Prince."

After eating Aunt Zhang's pancakes, I felt like I could shout at the door with the same imposing manner as Aunt Xue.

No one answered from the roof.

"Manager Xiao—Manager Xiao—" Lin Ziping pounded on the door harder.

"crunch-"

The second-floor window is open.

Shopkeeper Xiao's angry face was revealed.

"Manager Xiao, it's me. I had dinner at your shop a couple of days ago, do you remember me?" Lin Ziping clasped his hands in a fist salute to Manager Xiao. "Oh, and His Highness the Sixth Prince as well."

"Officer, our shop is closed today. Please leave," Manager Xiao said, suppressing his anger.

"I'm not here to eat. I have important business to discuss with His Highness the Sixth Prince. Please inform him, Manager." Lin Ziping gave Manager Xiao a big smile and said ingratiatingly.

"There is no Sixth Prince here," said Manager Xiao.

“I was with him just two days ago!” Lin Ziping said, hands on his hips.

The two began an extreme tug-of-war.

until--

"Manager Xiao, let him come up." Xiao Chunzi's voice came.

“Young Master Chun, this…” Manager Xiao looked at Xiao Chunzi with difficulty, “It is my fault for not handling it well.”

"It's alright, His Highness has agreed." Xiaochunzi nodded slightly.

Manager Xiao waved his hand, and after a short while, the door of Fuchun Restaurant opened a crack, just big enough for Lin Ziping to enter.

Lin Ziping took a step forward, then withdrew his foot and looked up to ask, "Manager Xiao, is there any ginger soup prepared for this cold weather? We've been standing for so long, we should warm ourselves up properly."

“You—” Manager Xiao said, pointing at Lin Ziping.

To be honest, Lin Ziping saw the corner of Manager Xiao's mouth twitch.

Then he said, "Go and bring a bowl of ginger soup to Officer Lin."

“One bowl isn’t enough, there are so many people here!” Lin Ziping pointed at Li Zhen and looked at Manager Xiao. “With so many people watching, Fuchun Restaurant probably won’t miss a bowl or two of ginger soup, right, Young Master Chun?”

Xiaochunzi looked at Lin Ziping with a smile on her lips, but didn't say anything.

Lin Ziping also looked up at the second floor of Fuchunlou, moved his fingers slightly, and clenched his fist.

"Please, Your Highness, Sixth Prince, do us justice!"

Li Zhen led the shouting.

Xiao Chunzi nodded slightly to Manager Xiao.

"Young Master Ziping, please come up quickly, don't keep His Highness waiting." Xiaochunzi's voice remained gentle.

Just then, a waiter from Fuchunlou brought out a bucket of ginger soup.

Lin Ziping breathed a sigh of relief and loosened his clenched fist.

Li Zhen touched his forehead to the ground and shouted, "Thank you for the reward, Sixth Prince!"

Shouts rose and fell behind him.

Lin Ziping strode into Fuchunlou.

Xiaochunzi came down from the second floor and said, "Young Master Ziping is just as he was back then."

Lin Ziping clasped his hands in a fist and smiled, "Your Highness the Sixth Prince is kind and benevolent."