"I'm going to see what kind of people make food like pigs for guests." Ling Luo flicked the folding fan, extremely graceful, and said disdainfully.

"I warn you, don't make trouble in Qingfeng Tower." When the man heard him say this, his face suddenly changed slightly, and he said coldly.

"What? You only allow others to praise it, and no one is allowed to give opinions? Anyway, if we customers don't come in with a lot of money, can you still be arrogant here? Ling Luo's eyes sank, and he said coldly.

"This guest, the reputation of our Qingfeng Building has always been very good, the back kitchen is an old man who has retired from the imperial dining room, and there is no better cooking in the entire imperial city than Qingfeng's cook, I don't know why this prince said this?" A steward immediately walked in when he heard the news, and just saw the two arguing, so he came over with a smile.

"Oh, so nobody's food is better than theirs?" Ling Luo raised an eyebrow and asked.

"This is natural, if Childe can't eat satisfactory dishes in our Qingfeng Building, then let alone other places."

"I don't need anyone else, I just cook a dish, and it's better than theirs. You let them get out of the way, I'll cook and eat by myself, and I'll give you the same money, right? Ling Luo put away the folding fan and said seriously.

"I'm sorry, this son, the back kitchen is the important place of our Qingfeng Building, and people are generally not allowed to enter, so don't embarrass me." That person only thought that she was here to steal the teacher to learn the arts, so naturally it was impossible to agree to let her in.

"In that case, let's borrow a cook and make these two dishes." Ling Luo took out a written menu and recipe from his arms and handed it to the man.

"This ...... Childe, please wait in the front hall. The man was a little embarrassed, but finally he complied.

"No, I'll just wait here, these two dishes won't be long. Oh, by the way, half of these two dishes will be sent to your host. Ling Luo sat down at the spare table next to him and said nonchalantly.

Not long after, the smell she expected came from the back kitchen, and another incense stick passed. The man personally served the dish and walked over with a smile on his face.

"I didn't know that Gongzi was a master, and I was offended." The two new dishes seem to have ordinary ingredients and simple methods, but I didn't expect the taste to be a must.

"If you postpone it any longer, I'll go find the inn opposite." Opposite is the Yuelai Inn, which is also his inn. Mainly operating accommodation, and Qingfeng has not had a big conflict over the years, but there is also a threat.

"It's not enough for the old man to compensate the son, the son, the owner has asked the son to move to the inner courtyard." That person also knew the purpose of Ling Luo's visit this time, so he naturally invited people to the backyard.

"It's okay, I'll leave these two dishes for you." Ling Luo put down the chopsticks in his hand, stood up, and entered the backyard with Shui Qianhan.

The owner of Qingfeng Tower is a woman in her thirties, and she is also a legendary figure in the Northern Imperial City. Originally a child daughter-in-law, before the day of marriage, the so-called husband died of illness, and since then she has taken care of her husband's business as a surviving person, and for more than ten years, Qingfeng Building has reached the point where it is today. Compared with today's men, it is completely surpassed, and it can be regarded as a woman who does not let her eyebrows go.

"Childe, it's better to get straight to the point and tell me what you think." Liu Fanhua touched her sideburns and said. She is a person who acts extremely simply, does not like to beat around the bush, and does not like to talk nonsense, and I am polite.

This is very Lingluo's intention, which is why she chose Qingfeng Building.

"Three or seven points, I am three and you are seven." Ling Luo didn't beat around the bush, and directly stated his purpose.

"Childe's appetite is not small, my Qingfeng Building is also a small business, Childe wants to divide the profit without a penny, this calculation is also loud." Liu Fanhua is also a businessman, very shrewd, how can he let people take advantage.

"In that case, then we have nothing to talk about. I'm sure the Yuelai Inn across the street doesn't mind making itself a restaurant. Ling Luo hooked his lips and smiled, completely unmoved.

"If you can double the turnover of Qingfeng Building, I will give you four cents." Liu Fanhua saw the move and said his plan.

"Boss Liu is really a businessman, and the deal is made." Ling Luo saw that he had achieved his goal, and immediately made a deal.

Ling Luo's words fell, so he asked Shui Qianhan to write a contract, and after the two signed and drew the pledge, Ling Luo handed the plan in his arms to Liu Fanhua.

"This is a detailed record of the rectification model of Qingfeng Building, you will arrange and operate on it, you will definitely not only turn it over, but also, this recipe is our ancestor, and I will hand it over to you today." Ling Luo took out the recipe that Yu Zhan had written by hand yesterday and said.

"The Seventh Prince is so sincere, of course I won't treat you badly in terms of silver." Liu Fanhua looked at the things in her hand, and her heart suddenly blossomed. These things have never been seen in the Northern Kingdom or even in the entire Fangyuan Continent. Especially the two dishes on the table, which seem simple but satisfy her taste buds and make her have endless memories. It was a completely new approach, and she seemed to have heard the sound of silver rattling.

"I'm a layman and like the smell of copper." The corners of Ling Luo's mouth hooked up a shallow smile, and he casually put the contract into his arms.

Coming out of Qingfeng Tower, Shui Qianhan was still in shock. He still underestimated the woman in front of him, didn't they go to dinner? No, the effort to eat a meal actually shared four points of the benefits of Qingfeng Building. This woman is simply terrible.

"Ma'am, I'm not dreaming, am I?"

Ling Luo looked at Shui Qianhan who was blocking his way in front of him, and without saying a word, he waved his hand at his face, which was a slap. Shui Qianhan reacted instinctively, jumped away, looked at her and asked.

"Madam, why are you beating me?"

"I'm not helping you make sure you're in a dream." The corners of Ling Luo's mouth hooked up a faint smile, and he smiled happily.

"I'm sober, ma'am, where are we going next?" Shui Qianhan was very curious now, wanting to see how many skills Ling Luo had hidden in his body that he didn't know.

"Go back, I'm a little tired today." Ling Luo looked at the white clouds in the sky, and always felt a little trance, and people were very tired.

Although Shui Qianhan was a little disappointed, he still went to rent a carriage, and the two went back to the manor.

Ling got out of the carriage and found Yu Zhan standing at the gate. She suddenly didn't want to walk, and waited for Jade Zhan with open arms.

I saw a purple shadow flashing, a faint smell of snow lotus wafted in, and Ling Luo had already fallen into Yu Zhan's arms.

"Childe, madam, have you considered the feelings of me, a person who no one loves, so affectionately?" Shui Qianhan said behind him.