"There you go! I want to see, if this matter is known by the government, is she faceless or me? ”

Although she said so, Zhao Huanting thought about the relationship between Song Qingyi and Meng Yu, and her voice gradually became smaller.

"It's not difficult for me to do it for you, you can just find your shopkeeper, and you can say that Zhao Huanting has something to ask her."

Before Zhao Huanting finished speaking, she saw Song Qingyi coming over.

"What are you looking for me? I don't think we have much to talk about. ”

Song Qingyi asked the shopkeeper to go down and sat next to her by herself.

"Anyway, you won't be here for long, so you don't need to serve tea."

"You!" Zhao Huanting slapped the table, and pointed her finger directly at Song Qingyi's face, "Where did you hide my mother!" ”

"Aunt Zhao is eating upstairs, and I will naturally send her home when she finishes eating."

Song Qingyi glanced at Zhao Huanting unhurriedly, took a sip of tea and said.

"I don't believe it, my mother said she would come back and dine with me." It's just that Zhao Huanting said so, but she slowly began to believe it.

She was also overly worried for a while, even if she had quarreled with Song Qingyi and Zhao Qingyue before, she would be worried about her safety.

"Wan Ting, come up together." It was Zhao Qingyue who was supposed to be in the room on the second floor who spoke.

It turned out that Song Qingyi said to go down to see who was making trouble, and he didn't return for a long time. She felt that the voice was very familiar for a while, and wanted to come out and take a look.

Only then did he realize that his daughter had come to him, so he asked both of them to come up.

"Mother." Zhao Huanting glared at Song Qingyi fiercely, and then reluctantly carried the corner of her skirt upstairs.

"Qingyi also wanted me to taste their craftsmanship, so I stayed." Zhao Qingyue opened her mouth to explain, trying to ease the dull atmosphere on the table.

"What else to eat, I'm full when I see her face."

"Each other, I can't eat when I see you."

The two of them faced Mai Mang, which made Zhao Qingyue in a dilemma.

She tugged at Song Qingyi's sleeve under the table, and looked at it with pleading eyes when Song Qingyi looked over.

Song Qingyi also felt uncomfortable in her heart, she respected Zhao Qingyue is affection, why did Zhao Huanting look at her like this.

It's just that remembering Zhao Qingyue's previous care for herself, Song Qingyi was a little soft-hearted.

"What are you doing behind my back? Mother, you don't have to beg her for anything, I can take good care of you alone! Zhao Huanting was even more angry when she saw the two of them moving.

"Since Miss Zhao swears so much, then she must also disdain to eat my things in the Yifeng Building, please leave."

Song Qingyi is not pinched by a mud bodhisattva, so he naturally has his own temper.

"Let's go, who scares about you! You remember to send my mother back on time. ”

After that, Zhao Huanting ignored Zhao Qingyue, who had been making eyes, and left directly.

As soon as I walked downstairs, I seemed to hear someone talking about her name, and I couldn't help but stop.

"I just saw your sweetheart coming, and we're eating on the second floor." One of the little guys teased the other.

The little guy who was laughed at didn't talk back, and continued to wipe the table with the cloth on his hand.

"You really don't want to go up and have a look?" The other refused to give up and continued to ask.

"What's the use of wanting to go up, Miss Zhao is such a good person, how dare we think of it."

Hearing this, Zhao Huanting had a plan in her heart, it turned out that there were still people in Song Qingyi Restaurant who were happy with her.

At that moment, she no longer hid her figure, pretending to have just come down from upstairs, and said to the little guy who was wiping the table. Fat cat bar

"Come over with me."

The little guy felt as if a pie had fallen from the sky, how could he not want to see Zhao Huanting, he just felt that he was not worthy.

"What is Miss Zhao looking for me?" Hurriedly wiped his hands with a clean cloth, and the little guy chased Zhao Huanting out of the restaurant.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to ask how you are doing in the restaurant?" Zhao Huanting's eyes rolled and she thought about it.

Since this person loves herself, don't blame her for using this person to learn about Song Qingyi.

"It's good, it's good." The little guy didn't know how to reply, just smiled blindly.

Looking at the stunned appearance of the person in front of her, Zhao Huanting suddenly had no intention of asking any more questions, and waved her hand to let people leave.

The little girl didn't notice Zhao Huanting's boredom at all, and she was still smiling when she returned to the restaurant.

Upstairs in the righteous seal.

"Qingyi, Aunt Zhao hasn't begged you for something for so long, and now I have to pull down this old face to beg you."

Zhao Qingyue was about to kneel, but was hurriedly pulled by Song Qingyi.

"Aunt Zhao, if you have anything to say directly, you don't need to be so polite."

"It's not for my unsuccessful daughter, I see that your Yifeng Building is getting better and better day by day, but hers is, hey."

"Aunt Zhao wants to ask you to teach Wan Ting how to manage the restaurant when you have time, I know that she can't make money every day like you, but it's enough not to lose money."

After speaking, he bowed two more times.

Song Qingyi was a little embarrassed, her restaurant was completely based on the modern model, and there was a capable shopkeeper to help her manage it.

When it comes to his ability to manage a restaurant, he is not as good as others.

It's just that Zhao Qingyue has already begged like this, and she can't refuse directly, so she has to agree.

"After the meal, I'll go with you to the restaurant to see if there's anything that needs to be changed."

After getting Song Qingyi's promise, Zhao Qingyue put her mind at ease. As long as Song Qingyi is willing to pull it, his daughter's restaurant will not be too bad after all.

General's Palace.

"Do you want to eat?" Alu looked at Mengyu, who said he was going to deal with official business but was distracted, and asked.

"When?" Awakened from his contemplation by Alu's voice, Meng Yu realized that he was unconsciously thinking about Song Qingyi again.

"It's a moment until noon."

"Let's use it."

After all, I can't read the official documents, so it's better to eat first.

The cooks in the General's Mansion have all been trained by Song Qingyi, and the dishes they make look like Song Qingyi's restaurant.

Meng Yu looked at the dishes on the table, and his heart couldn't help but think deeper.

"A few days ago, I heard that Miss Song wanted to eat pastries from the north of the city, so I went to buy one, why don't you send it over in the afternoon?"

Seeing that his general looked like he was suffering from lovesickness, Alu couldn't help but start to make suggestions.

"Of course, just wouldn't it bother her?" Meng Yu looked eager to try.

"Miss Song will definitely be happy to see the general." Only this sentence was left, but the other Alu refused to say it again.

With Alu's excuse, Meng Yu ate faster.

It's just that he still has a little awkwardness in his heart, and he refuses to buy it with Alu, so he has to go to the west of the city to buy it himself.

"What! Sold out?! ”