Before Mu Xi could speak, Qingmei added: "Miss, you see that there are no women of us who are doing big business outside, Miss just needs to eat and drink."

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Mu Xi pressed the corners of his mouth, and said frantically: "Fang just praised you for being smart, why have you become an old antique again, can you eat etiquette as a meal?" Now the men can rely on it, and the pigs can go up the tree."

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Qingmei was stunned, "Miss, what kind of mess are you talking about, how can a pig go up a tree?" I'm talking nonsense again."

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"Please, I didn't say pigs will go up trees"

, What kind of logic is this, Mu Xi rolled his eyes and green plums, took the lead in stepping out of the door, waved to the back of the house, and said, "Go to the wine cellar"

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For the deep-rooted green plum of feudal thought, only use does not explain!

Ignore!

Mandatory policy.

Qingmei followed out anxiously, her words were not finished yet, the young lady was too embarrassed.

The cellar was empty, but the aroma of wine was still there.

There are still a few workers in the fish, and they are busy with next week's shipments.

Mu Xi sat alone next to the wooden desk in the corner, in a daze.

She was thinking about what new ideas should be made for the opening of the wine shop, although the aroma of wine is not afraid of deep alleys, but the gold is buried too deep and still can't shine.

It's been several hours, and the green plums have been heated three times, and most of the day has passed, and it's already afternoon.

At first, Ome thought that Miss was tired, or maybe it was because she and Yu'er were already familiar with the brewing process, so Miss didn't need to get involved.

But the young lady has been sitting for a day, and she doesn't eat, and no one is allowed to disturb her, so she takes the brush in her hand and puts it away, and puts it away and lifts it.

Qingmei is struggling with whether to ask.

I saw that Mu Xi stretched his waist widely, stood up and snapped his fingers, and then said: "OK, it's done"

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Finally there was movement, Qingmei came over curiously, and said with a smile: "Miss, what strange things are you tinkering with again?"

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Every time the young lady stays alone for a while, something weird will come out, just like the last time she spent a night in the study she sewed a beautiful wedding dress, and the last time she stayed for two hours she had a musical instrument.

Na Zhi, Mu Xi crossed his index finger on his lip and said, "Bao! Dense! ”

, then picked up the rice paper on the table and walked out of the wine cellar.

Every time the young lady sells off her appetite, Qingmei is depressed, and when she is about to turn around, there is a voice from the crack in the closed door.

It was Mu Xi, who had already walked out of the wine cellar, mischievously through the crack in the door, and said coquettishly: "Hehe, Qingmei~, I'm so hungry~"

, and deliberately prolonged the tone.

Qingmei had to follow out at this time, the inner thoughts of the workers in the wine cellar at this time were that there was a hippie princess in the Yanwang Mansion, but soon ushered in the day of the opening of the wine shop, Mu Xi in order to open this matter, than the wedding banquet will have to worry about, has been busy for three days, tossed for three days, and finally the wine shop was named 'Du Kang'.

And the weather is very good in the early morning of this day, the autumn is high and refreshing, the slightest cold, because it is about to enter the late autumn, there are only a few yellow leaves left on the old locust tree, there is a thick layer of dead leaves under the tree, a dark yellow one, the dim yellow sky, maybe because of the few people, Yingluo Courtyard seems a little deserted.

Mu Xi was dressed in a trouser suit, and she also took her bicycle and prepared to go to the shop.

"Miss"

Qingmei hurriedly ran out, "Qingmei will change your makeup and go again"

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Mu Xi paused, "Change makeup? Why, I'm dressed as a man."

, she patted Qingmei's shoulder and comforted: "Don't worry, no one will recognize me as a daughter"

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"It's not a question of gender"

, Qingmei's eyebrows frowned, and she wanted to speak and stopped: "Qingmei should give Miss a look."