The young man wore crimson robes that made his skin appear jade-like, dimming even the bright hall’s luminescence by several degrees.

The female innkeeper’s heart skipped a beat.

Today there had been many curious customers who came and went without drinking, but this was the first one more handsome than the servers in her establishment.

Shi Yan hurried over excitedly, saying in a low voice: “Master—”

Wei Han frowned: “Why are you here?”

Shi Yan instinctively shrank his shoulders, grinning sheepishly: “Today is Miss Luo’s wine house opening. This subordinate came to help.”

Being questioned by his master like this, why did he suddenly feel like he was neglecting his proper duties?

No, he had to remain firm in his convictions—being a server was far more respectable than raising geese!

“Since you’re helping, then do your job properly,” Wei Han said coolly.

Shi Yan quickly changed his tone: “Please come in, honored guest. What would you like to eat?”

He took raising geese very seriously too, sending messages back to the prince’s manor every day to inform his master of all the big and small happenings at the Luo residence.

Sure enough, today when Miss Luo’s wine house opened for business, his master came to show his support.

“San Huo, is this guest an acquaintance of yours?” The female innkeeper, reading the situation, felt this newcomer might actually stay to eat a bowl of spring noodles and eagerly approached.

“Ah—” Shi Yan momentarily didn’t know how to introduce him.

The female innkeeper smiled like a spring breeze: “Since he’s San Huo’s acquaintance, we’ll give the guest a discount.”

“Thank you, but that’s unnecessary,” Wei Han said coolly.

The female innkeeper couldn’t help but look toward Shi Yan.

Shi Yan also said: “Really not needed.”

The female innkeeper’s gaze toward Shi Yan immediately changed.

Who would have thought this one had the talent of a ruthless merchant, specifically gouging acquaintances.

“What would the guest like to eat?” Shi Yan asked, mimicking Sheng Sanlang’s manner.

“What do you have?” Wei Han’s eyes swept over the lazily seated young woman not far away before asking casually.

“Uh, roasted pig’s head. One plate of roasted pig’s head is fifteen taels of silver, one whole roasted pig’s head is only one hundred taels.”

The female innkeeper raised her eyes to the heavens.

Great, she had wanted to recommend the five-tael bowl of spring noodles, but now the customer she’d finally gotten to sit down would be scared off by the roasted pig’s head.

Wei Han’s expression remained calm as he held his teacup, though internally he was struggling between one plate of roasted pig’s head and one whole roasted pig’s head.

A whole one wasn’t too much to eat, it just seemed like a lot.

Though it probably wouldn’t be much once he started eating.

Wei Han wasn’t someone who cared about others’ opinions, especially since most of the people in this hall had witnessed his appetite before.

“One whole roasted pig’s head.”

“Right away!” Shi Yan responded, turning to holler at the top of his lungs: “One whole roasted pig’s head—”

The female innkeeper stood stunned, suspecting the man had misheard, and confirmed: “Guest, you want one entire roasted pig’s head?”

Wei Han thought for a moment and said: “If it’s not enough, we’ll see.”

The female innkeeper: “…”

Soon a loud voice rang out: “Roasted pig’s head coming through—”

A figure appeared—Sheng Sanlang with a towel draped over his shoulder, carrying a tray and walking quickly over. Reaching the table, he set down the tray and lifted the long copper cover, immediately releasing a marvelous aroma that filled the hall.

On the wooden board lay a layer of fine white oil paper, upon which rested a glossy red pig’s head glistening with sauce.

Beside it were two porcelain dishes.

The long rectangular dish was divided into several compartments, holding emerald green cucumber strips, finely shredded scallions, and beautifully colored sweet sauce.

The round dish held a stack of spring pancakes as thin as paper.

Seeing the roasted pig’s head already served, the female innkeeper relaxed and enthusiastically introduced: “If the guest is drinking wine, just use the small knife to cut and eat as you go—one bite of pig’s head meat, one sip of wine, wouldn’t trade it even for immortality. If the guest isn’t drinking, the server will slice the roasted pig’s head thinly for you, wrap it in spring pancakes with cucumber strips, scallion shreds, and sweet sauce—still wouldn’t trade it even for immortality…”

Sheng Sanlang, drooling, glanced at the female innkeeper.

He suspected she had secretly eaten some without him!

“One pot of wine.” Wei Han looked at the long board occupying half the table, then thinking these only cost one hundred taels of silver, found it somewhat unreal.

The female innkeeper quickly said: “One pot of wine is thirty taels of silver. If you only want a small bowl, ten taels is enough…”

Better to explain clearly to avoid fights when settling the bill.

Wei Han understood.

One pot of wine was only three small bowls.

“Then bring two pots.”

The female innkeeper was flustered for a moment and decided not to say anything more.

So this guest, like the owner, was someone who didn’t lack money.

Come to think of it, what was this guest’s background?

Unfortunately, she had previously managed a cosmetics shop and hadn’t seen many male customers.

Hong Dou brought up two jade pots, saying cheerfully: “Honored guest, our wine house also has spring noodles today. After you finish the roasted pig’s head and wine, you can have a bowl of spring noodles—only five taels of silver per bowl.”

Wei Han couldn’t help but look toward Luo Sheng.

Luo Sheng smiled: “Does the guest find it excellent quality at a reasonable price?”

The female innkeeper covered her forehead.

Even if this guest wasn’t lacking money, one couldn’t tell such blatant lies.

Wei Han returned the smile: “Indeed, excellent quality at a reasonable price.”

One hundred taels of silver for a bowl of minced meat noodles, five taels of silver for a bowl of spring noodles.

This differential treatment—he took note of it.

The female innkeeper silently walked back to the counter and began staring into space.

She might truly not be suited to be this innkeeper…

Wei Han picked up the small knife placed beside the roasted pig’s head, cut off a slice of meat and put it in his mouth, his expression relaxing.

Fragrant but not greasy, with all five flavors perfectly balanced.

“Is it delicious?” Sheng Sanlang stood by the table, swallowing saliva as he asked.

Wei Han nodded with restraint, then cut off another piece of pig’s head meat and ate it, savoring the wonderfully tender and soft texture.

Sheng Sanlang nearly cried from watching.

How exactly is it delicious—could you please be specific!

“Sheng San, why don’t you go check on the back kitchen?” The female innkeeper couldn’t help but fulfill her duties as innkeeper once more.

What kind of appearance was it for a server to stand beside a customer drooling!

Sheng Sanlang couldn’t be bothered with the innkeeper, his eyes full of envy: “You’re the very first customer to eat Cousin’s roasted pig’s head.”

Wei Han’s small knife, which had never stopped moving, actually paused for once as he looked toward Luo Sheng.

He was the first person to eat Miss Luo’s roasted pig’s head?

The young woman seated leisurely not far from the counter smiled: “The customers who came in earlier all thought it was too expensive.”

Wei Han: “…”

Expressionless, he lowered his eyes and continued eating the roasted pig’s head.

Sheng Sanlang and Shi Yan just stood by the table, watching eagerly.

So much so that when Minister Zhao, following the aroma with Lin Teng, walked through the door, his first reaction was: This wine house is quite attentive—one customer has two servers attending to him.

Only then did Minister Zhao recognize who was buried in eating pig’s head.

“Your Highness?” Minister Zhao looked surprised, stepping forward.

Tsk tsk, Grand Marshal Luo had even invited Prince Kaiyang to act as a shill?

Minister Zhao had already learned from the Jinlin Guards who delivered the message that this wine house belonged to Miss Luo.

To put it plainly, Grand Marshal Luo was asking him to come support his beloved daughter’s business.

However, Lin Teng didn’t know this.

Minister Zhao walked several steps, realized Lin Teng hadn’t followed, and turned back in puzzlement.

“Lin Teng, what are you standing there for? Seeing His Highness, won’t you come greet him?”

Lin Teng’s eyes held only the quietly composed young woman in plain clothes in the distance, his heart filled with extreme shock.

So Miss Luo hadn’t just been talking—she really had opened a wine house!

Didn’t this mean he’d walked right into a trap? What if Miss Luo asked him to bring his younger cousin here regularly from now on?

Wei Han followed Lin Teng’s gaze and frowned slightly: “Minister Zhao has also come to drink?”

Minister Zhao smiled: “Been busy until now without eating. Following the aroma, I came over, never expecting to encounter Your Highness by chance. Would Your Highness do me the honor of drinking a cup together? This official will treat.”

After all, it was Grand Marshal Luo’s money—borrowing flowers to present to Buddha wasn’t bad either.

Wei Han looked deeply at Lin Teng and nodded: “Alright.”

Though he didn’t lack the money for this meal, having someone treat wasn’t bad either.

Minister Zhao beckoned Lin Teng to sit together.

Sheng Sanlang and Shi Yan were still swallowing saliva—they were useless for service.

Hong Dou and Kou’er stood behind Luo Sheng cracking melon seeds—also not useful.

Poor female innkeeper was still dazed, yet didn’t forget to serve bowls and chopsticks to the two newly arrived guests.

A prince? A minister?

Heavens, what kind of wine house had the new owner opened?

Minister Zhao could tell at a glance that the roasted pig’s head on the table suited his palate perfectly and raised his chopsticks to take some.

“I’ve already eaten from this portion. Minister Zhao, why not order another?”

Minister Zhao felt at his age he couldn’t finish one roasted pig’s head by himself, thinking he could share with Lin Teng, so he said: “Server, bring another serving just like His Highness’s.”

After the roasted pig’s head was served and he’d eaten two bites, Minister Zhao pointed at Lin Teng, who was eating with his head down: “Bring him another serving.”