When he left something in the utility outside the door, Meng Yu happened to bump into Song Qingyi, who came to look for him.

Song Qingyi saw that he threw all those things out, and the fire in his heart burst out at once: "Are you stupid?" The decree has been received, and the horse should be decided, so you throw these out, what are you wearing to marry the princess? ”

"Is it my holy decree?" Meng Yu asked in a cold voice, "Even if I accept this holy decree, what if I don't marry a princess and don't be this concubine?" What I wear to get married has nothing to do with you! After saying that, he walked back into the house without looking back.

Trying to clean up the mess for him again, Song Qingyi took a deep breath, pointed in the direction Meng Yu left, scolded him silently with his mouth, and then angrily threw him away and picked it up again.

Send the things to Meng Yu's subordinates, Song Qingyi asked him to put them away, don't show Meng Yu for the time being, and wait for her to persuade Meng Yu.

Song Qingyi came to Meng Yu's house, and saw that he was looking at some paperwork with his back to the door, and she stood on tiptoe and walked in his direction.

Meng Yu, who heard the movement, turned around and saw that it was her, and her eyes suddenly became cold: "What else do you want to say?" ”

"Hey, I saved you, what kind of attitude do you have." Glancing at him angrily, Song Qingyi muttered, "What's so bad about marrying a princess, how many men want to marry it." ”

"That's what they want to marry, not me!" Meng Yu's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at Song Qingyi like this, and suddenly he stretched out his arm and grabbed her shoulder, "Do you really not know my mind?" ”

The look in his eyes was very sincere, and Song Qingyi was a little weak-hearted, so he just blindly dodged, not daring to look directly into his eyes.

"Forget it." Seeing Song Qingyi like this, Meng Yu was very sad, and his eyes couldn't hide the loss, "I still have official business to deal with, I'll go out first." His hands slipped limply off her shoulders, and his back looked so lonely.

Song Qingyi watched him leave, and he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, but there was nothing bad about marrying a princess, if she was a man, she also wanted to marry a princess to be his wife, why didn't he listen?

Shaking her head helplessly, Song Qingyi wanted to go to relax, and by the way, thinking about how to persuade Meng Yu next, she turned around and went to Yifeng Building to see how the business was.

As soon as I entered the store, I saw a lot of customers dining, and now the business of Yifeng Lou is getting better and better, and it is overcrowded during the main meal, and there are many customers who come to taste some snacks when it is not the main meal, and gather in a group, so it is not lively.

Some old customers saw Song Qingyi come in and greeted her, she also responded enthusiastically, and as soon as she walked to the counter, she heard two little guys whispering: "I really like Miss Wanting, she is beautiful and kind, I have to try it no matter what." ”

Another responded: "Well, I also think she's pretty good, but you're a junior, the daughter of a boss's wife, are you sure you want to try?" ”

"Hey...... But no, isn't this just a dream, people don't want to follow me. ”

The little guy scratched his head and said helplessly, if he can really marry him? But the ancestral grave was smoking.

It turns out that this little guy likes Zhao Huanting, and Song Qingyi was quite surprised when she heard the news.

It's just that I don't know if Zhao Pingting knows about this matter, Song Qingyi glanced at it and didn't pay attention to it.

"How's business lately?" Looking at the shopkeeper who hurried over, Song Qingyi asked.

She has been dealing with Meng Yu's affairs in the palace these days, and she has no free time to pay attention to it here.

Thanks to the shopkeeper, there was no accident in Yifenglou.

The shopkeeper said that everything was as usual in the restaurant and nothing happened, and then added a sentence.

"Upstairs in your resting room, there's someone waiting for you."

Song Qingyi was a little puzzled, who would come to her at this time? I wanted to ask clearly, but the shopkeeper had already left. I love to read

Upstairs room.

Zhao Qingyue paced anxiously, she came this time to ask for something important.

Song Qingyi's restaurant is becoming more and more prosperous day by day, but her daughter's is sunset.

Zhao Huanting still had a grudge against Song Qingyi, and she was unwilling to bow her head and ask for advice, so she could only come in person.

"Aunt Zhao, why are you here?" Pushing open the door and seeing the person in front of him, Song Qingyi was also surprised. "Are the people from the Hou Mansion harassing you again?"

I went to visit her not long ago, and Aunt Zhao was already embarrassed, but she didn't say anything. Come over now, could it be that someone from the Hou Mansion is going to make things difficult for her?

"Nothing." Zhao Qingyue didn't say her request at first, she felt that she couldn't open her mouth.

"And you're here?" Song Qingyi saw that Zhao Qingyue was still reluctant to speak, so she gossiped with her casually.

"You haven't been to the restaurant for a long time, I'll see if there's anything I can do to help."

"Aunt Zhao, don't worry, although I won't come to Yifeng Building, Yifeng Building can still operate normally. I don't worry about this shopkeeper, he will definitely not dare to do anything that violates the yang and the yin! ”

"That's good, I'm much more relieved." Although Zhao Qingyue had the heart to seek help for her daughter, at this moment, she really couldn't say such a thing.

"Then don't be in a hurry to leave, I'll go down and let them cook two dishes, and finally come to Yifeng Building for a trip, and also taste the craftsmanship of my master here."

After that, he didn't have time to let Zhao Qingyue refuse, so Song Qingyi went downstairs in a hurry to arrange.

At the request of the boss behind his house, the chef in the building must have made a table of dishes as quickly as possible and presented them to the second floor.

"Aunt Zhao, try it, you have a light taste, I specially ordered them not to put spicy."

Song Qingyi sat against Zhao Qingyue and cooked vegetables for her from time to time.

The dining table was neatly placed by the dishes presented by Xiao Er, and it was almost impossible to put other things, so Song Qingyi asked them not to send them again.

"You stupid boy, how can you eat so much, how can the two of us finish eating?"

Zhao Qingyue was distressed and laughed, and felt even more guilty about what she wanted to say.

"If we can't finish eating, we can give it to the beggars outside, Aunt Zhao, you can eat it with peace of mind."

It's just that before the two of them moved a few chopsticks, there was a commotion in the lobby downstairs, and the voice sounded like a sharp female voice.

The shopkeeper wanted to deal with it himself, but he heard the noisy woman in front of him say the name of her master from time to time.

"Song Qingyi, come out quickly, where did you hide my mother!"

"I know you're in the restaurant, why are you still a shrunken turtle?!"

"Why do you dare the Tibetans not to reply, do you? Song Qingyi, come out! ”

The shopkeeper hurriedly invited the woman who was making trouble in the hall to sit aside, and then said that she should be cautious, otherwise he would report to the official and arrest her.