Drawing on the memorial (1)

"This is good, is this really good? How can there be such delicious food ..."

Lulu tiptoed and reached for a bag.

After taking it, he was ready to leave.

"Hey, hey, hey, Shorty, wait up. I haven't paid you yet. I can't eat for free ..." The small stall owner was so anxious that he was stomping his feet. His Highness had finally shown mercy and allowed the food Street to reopen.

Moreover, they would be exempted from three years of rent. Everyone had to work hard to earn money.

Behind the peddler, a teenager with a dark expression and snacks hanging all over his body handed over a token. "Tomorrow morning, go to the eastern Palace to withdraw money. In the future, whatever she eats, the eastern Palace will be responsible for it. "

After that, she saw Lulu burrow back into the crowd.

Lu huaijiang hurriedly followed.

Behind her, eunuch Lu was still holding on to countless little trinkets, panting heavily from exhaustion.