Zhou Xingyun immediately raised his voice and said: "There is still a limit of thirty-two strings for sale, and the reservation has begun, and I will no longer accept it when the number is reached!"

Some people who heard the sound had just approached, and they heard that there were only thirty-two strings for sale, and they were in a hurry to come and make reservations, but before they squeezed to the front, they only heard a clear voice over their heads say: "Here are forty-ten taels of silver tickets, thirty-two strings, I have all the package." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

As he spoke, there was a slight sound of wind, and a stack of silver tickets flew flat from the diagonal direction towards Zhou Xingyun.

The momentum was not in a hurry, as if it was held by a pair of hands that could not look at Tongling and sent it to Zhou Xingyun.

This person's voice was not high, but it clearly reached everyone's ears, and everyone couldn't help but look up at the place where the voice came from, and even Yan Qingrui glanced over.

The patio in the backyard is empty, the front is the courtyard gate, the left and right are the guest rooms, at this moment, on the roof not far from the courtyard gate on the left, a man in a green shirt slowly walked down from the tile surface step by step.

The tile surface was slippery and sloping, but this man walked down as if he was going down the steps, his green shirt fluttering, and his figure walked down gracefully.

He is twenty-one or twelve years old, with a graceful demeanor, an angular face with clear lines like a knife and an axe, and Shangguan Qianyu's cold and clear, Zhou Xingyun's chic sunshine, and the deep gloom of Baili Xiufeng.

Yan Qingrui saw that he was about to come down, and said lightly: "Don't land, still line up!"

The man laughed and said, "Whatever the guest is!" he stood on the roof and stopped moving.

Zhou Xingyun took the silver ticket, glanced at the man, and didn't pay much attention to it, this technique is very clever, but he can also do it.

Yan Qingrui didn't pay attention to it, and asked Zhou Xingyun to take the meat skewers that had been grilled in his hand to the person who had already paid the silver ticket before.

She still has to bake more than 140 skewers, and the silver in the valley is better than the outside, but she Yan Qingrui is not going to rely on selling skewers to collect wealth.

Those who see that there is no hope of buying, but they do not leave, the skewers are too fragrant, even if you can't eat them, it is good to smell the aroma.

With Zhou Xingyun here, no one is allowed to enter the inner courtyard, so the gate of the courtyard is congested, but because there are always skewers spreading, the aroma lasts for a long time.

The man in Tsing Yi on the roof stood there quietly, his expression calm, the corners of his lips smiling, quite a bit warm as jade.

Zhou Xingyun ignored him, and Yan Qingrui ignored him.

He's very handsome, and he has a sense of standing out from the crowd.

However, Yan Qingrui has seen a lot of outstanding handsome men.

Shangguan Qianyu, Zhou Xingyun, Leng Yuyuan, are all handsome guys with their own styles, and even those princes, which one is not handsome and upright?

So, she is completely immune to handsome guys.

For Zhou Xingyun, this is just a guest who came to buy something, no different from those at the gate of the courtyard.

The silver frost charcoal that can be exchanged for five skewers of meat is also back, and the things in this valley are good, even if it is silver frost charcoal, it is a few points better than the outside color.

Zhou Xingyun handed the five portions that Zhou baked directly to the person who brought the charcoal, and the man smiled happily and walked out with a skewer while biting.

After a while, Shangguan Qianyu bought back the ingredients, and even the seasonings that Yan Qingrui had bought still came with three servings.

There's a lot of stuff.