Sikong Xiao forcibly reversed the topic, amused Sikong Yu, coughed, and motioned to Li'er with her eyes, and Li'er obediently turned around and closed the door.

"The ninth brother doesn't have to hide in this room, Hua Mian already knows about me", while speaking, Sikong Yu also pointed to the dress on his body and winked at Sikong Xiao.

Seeing that there was a doubt in Sikong Xiao's eyes, after all, even if he lived as a woman in the mansion, only his family and a few old slaves knew about it, on the one hand, because the eldest lady thought that this kind of behavior was a shame for the family, and on the other hand, for personal purposes, Sikong Yu himself asked his family to keep it secret.

"Since Xia Huamian is the person I chose, it's not surprising to know about this."

After getting Sikong Yu's explanation, Sikong Xiao didn't care, and when Huamian and Li'er took out the dishes and set out a full table, Li'er took out two sets of tableware, and Huamian briefly introduced the dishes.

"Landlord, Young Master Xiao, please"

After Hua Mian finished speaking, she retreated with Li'er.

When leaving, Hua Mian did not forget to turn around and close the door, but when he turned around, he met a pair of eyes, his pupils were like ink, and unlike his owner's cold personality, there was a touch of warmth in his eyes.

As the door closed, Sikong Yu crossed his legs and poured wine into his cup, and didn't forget to joke, "Don't look at it, everyone is gone, I know that you can't just come to see me"

Sikong Xiao neither denied nor recognized, just silently ate vegetables, and didn't eat the food made by Hua Mian for a while, and for some reason he felt nostalgic from the bottom of his heart.

Sikong Yu held the wine glass in both hands, raised his eyes to look at his younger brother who was eating vegetables opposite, and said in his heart, "What are you and me, I am the boss of Yilan Building, I haven't seen anything on this flower street, I can guess if I don't say it, I'm afraid this kid is finally going to open his mind."

didn't feel the old tears in his brother's heart at all, Sikong Xiao had already consciously served the second bowl of rice for himself, and saw that there was already a plate of eight-treasure dishes on the kung fu table for drinking a glass of wine, Sikong Yu dropped the wine glass and grabbed the bowl to join in grabbing the dishes.

At present, in addition to the work in the kitchen, Huamian also has more work to supervise the construction of the stage of the Lanqiu Festival, and finished the work in the kitchen early, and rushed to the store to check the progress of the construction of the flower table without changing clothes.

On weekdays, the foreman who does the carpentry work of each family is his own craftsman on the flower street, and only when the annual Lanqiu Festival needs to build a flower table, he will recruit workers from outside the street to work.

After two days, Hua Mian was familiar with the workers who came to work in the Lan Building, because she was outside the building, Hua Mian did not wear a veil, and she herself was an ordinary appearance, and the workers who came to work regarded her as a rough maid in the building, and no one would associate her with the legendary female chef in the city today.

Huamian's demand for stage construction aroused a lot of interest from the foreman, in fact, because he often worked overtime all night, in order to boost his spirit, Huamian watched a large number of variety shows, and had an impression of the various stage style mechanism designs that appeared in it.

Bystanders passing by Yilan Building will see that this year's Yilan Building flower platform is only about half the size of previous years, and the flower platform is surrounded by bamboo poles, wooden frames, and opaque coarse white cloth to build a cloth shed to cover the flower platform in it, and the height has reached the position of the third floor of Yilan Building.

Some curious people tried to see something through the gap when the workers opened the cloth shed, but found that it was just a pile of colorful cloth and wooden planks.

Since you can't see why you can't peep, it's like a worker asking about it, and whoever thinks that the workers don't know anything, and no one can describe the style of the renderings that Huamian shows them.