Song Jingshu intimidated him, and at this time, Zhao Jincheng asked him to go upstairs again......

Isn't it clear that you have to deal with him severely?!

The shopkeeper had a sad face, and after glancing at Song Jingshu and Zhou Youan anxiously, he hurriedly walked upstairs.

After coming out of the first floor of the world, Song Jingshu only felt comfortable, so he took the initiative to hold Zhou Youan's arm, "Zhou Youan, it's not dark anyway, why don't we go shopping for a while and then go back?" ”

"Okay."

In the face of Song Jingshu, Zhou Youan never said half a "no".

Watching the two hold hands and drift away, Mo Cong tilted his head and retracted his gaze, his face full of envy, "Mo Yan, do you say that the shit luck of the young grandmother is too good?" ”

Originally, they just randomly entered a restaurant;

Who knows, this restaurant is actually the largest restaurant in Beijing?!

They just want to taste the food on the first floor of the world, so they will order, and because of the attitude of the seat, they conflict with Xiao Er and the shopkeeper;

Who knows, the owner of this restaurant turned out to be Zhao Jincheng, the crown prince of the dynasty?!

The relationship between the prince and his own young master, Mo Cong and Mo Yan naturally know better than anyone else.

These two people are not an exaggeration to say that they have worn the same pants since childhood.

After so many years, even if they don't see each other often, what is rare is that the pure and sincere brotherhood between the two is still maintained...... Even the crown prince Zhao Jincheng is not as sensitive and suspicious as other royal family members.

For his own young master, he is always treated as a brother.

Therefore, Song Jingshu has become a shareholder of the first floor of the world very smoothly.

"I still think that the young grandmother is smashing the first floor of the world today! Who knows, this smashing field is smashing, and our young grandmother will become a shareholder? ”

Mo Cong smacked his tongue and sighed and said, "Tell me why we don't have such good luck?" ”

Mo Yan glanced at him lightly and replied unceremoniously, "Because you're stupid." ”

After that, Mo Yan had already pulled out his legs and followed Song Jingshu and Zhou Youan.

"You...... Mo Yan, you bastard! You're going to bully me! ”

Mo Cong gritted his teeth in anger, but when he saw that Mo Yan's figure had disappeared into the crowd, he had to pull out his legs and follow, "You bastard, just wait for me!" ”

……

In the past few days in the capital, Song Jingshu will go to the first floor of the world from time to time to check.

And she also put forward a lot of suggestions to help Zhao Jincheng run the first floor of the world better.

Because of that day, Zhao Jincheng couldn't extricate himself after tasting Song Jingshu's craftsmanship, so he always pestered Song Jingshu these days, asking him to make delicious food that he had never eaten, which gave Song Jingshu a headache.

The day before she and Zhou Youan left the capital, they finally taught a few cooks to make dry pots.

Whether it is dry-pot beef, or dry-pot shrimp, dry-pot chicken feet, dry-pot chicken wings, dry-pot pork ribs, or dry-pot fat sausages and so on.

In short, it is a series of dry pot dishes, and the taste made by those cooks reluctantly made Song Jingshu approve.

In the eyes of several chefs, they felt that it was already an extremely delicious dry pot, and Song Jingshu could only reluctantly say, "It's okay to eat." ”

"However, there is still a lot of room for improvement."

Song Jingshu patted the shoulders of several chefs and said earnestly, "At your level, I'm not at ease to let you launch this dish." ”

"Therefore, you should make it for His Highness the Crown Prince from time to time. How about giving him a taste of what it tastes like, if he thinks it's okay...... The dish can then be officially added to the menu and allowed to be ordered. ”

"Yes, Second Boss."

The cooks replied in unison.

After working hard for so many days, I was finally able to get the nod and approval of my second boss, which was really not easy for several chefs!

You must know that the "dark dishes" they have made by themselves in the past few days are all up to them.

After eating dark food for several days, I was finally able to get into Song Jingshu's eyes.

Several cooks burst into tears of excitement and nodded their heads.

After returning to the Prime Minister's Mansion, Mrs. Gao and Prime Minister Gao had not stopped, and had been waiting for Zhou Youan and Song Jingshu to come back in the main hall.

Seeing that they were back, Mrs. Gao got up and greeted them, "You'an, Jingshu, why did you come back so late?" Have you had dinner? I'll let the kitchen keep you for dinner, and it's still hot. ”

"No need aunt, we've already used it."

Song Jingshu asked with a smile, "It's just that the night is dark, why haven't you rested yet?" ”

Prime Minister Gao has been infected with wind and cold in the past few days, coughed a few times at this time, and replied breathlessly, "You have never come back, and your aunt can't rest assured." ”

"In addition, you are going to leave for Ningwu Town tomorrow, and your aunt wants to talk to you."

That's why I've been waiting for them to come back in the main hall.

Hearing this, Song Jingshu was very moved.

Zhou Youan sat down on the side and asked with concern whether Prime Minister Gao Cheng could get better.

Song Jingshu helped Mrs. Gao to sit down, looking at Mrs. Gao's eyes flashing with tears, and her heart became sour, "Uncle, it will be the Spring Festival in two months, and we will come to the capital to visit you again." ”

"It's been two months since Zhou Youan and I left Ningwu Town, so it's time to go back."

"I know."

Mrs. Gao nodded, stretched out her hand to wipe her tears, and said with a sigh, "It's just that when I think of you going back, it's inevitable that it will be a long time before we can meet." ”

"Maybe it's because people are getting old, but now they can't face parting."

As she spoke, Mrs. Gao smiled self-deprecatingly.

However, there was no obvious mockery, but rather a helpless look.

Song Jingshu understood Mrs. Gao and knew that because Gao Ningxi was already married, Mrs. Gao would be so reluctant to them.

Soon, Mrs. Gao's words confirmed Song Jingshu's conjecture.

"After your cousin got married, there were only me and your uncle living in this huge prime minister's mansion, and it was cold...... If you go back, there will really be no one to talk to us. ”

Mrs. Gao's tone was choked.

She held Song Jingshu's hand tightly and kept saying, "Jingshu, I know you are a good boy. ”

"The matter between you and You'an, let's hurry up and do it!"

Mrs. Gao is referring to the marriage between Zhou Youan and Song Jingshu.

Since coming to the capital, Mrs. Gao, Prime Minister Gao, and even Gao Ningxi have begun to change their ways to urge marriage, so that the two of them can get married earlier.

Song Jingshu listened to these words so much that his ears were calloused.

She smiled helplessly, "Auntie, my cousin has just gotten married, what ......are I anxious about with You'an?"

Before Mrs. Gao could answer, she heard Zhou Youan's serious answer from the side, "You are not in a hurry, I am in a hurry." ”