The next day, Zhao Qingmiao had already forgotten all about what he mentioned last night. went out with Chang Xi and Shen Xiao, and went to Wang Ji Restaurant.

This Wang Kee Restaurant is located in the prosperous area in the east of the city, the two doors are opened up and bright, and there is a private room in the attic for receiving distinguished guests. The plaque is magnificent, the door lamp is not lit, the lookout pole under the eaves supports the four banners swaying, the papier-mâché panes are wide open and ventilated, and the hall is arranged with more than a dozen red lacquer square tables and benches.

The runners waved rags to drive away green-headed flies, and there were a few customers sitting in the southeast corner of the store, some of whom were immersed in noodles, and some of whom ordered tea and melon seeds.

Zhao Qingmiao sat on the high stool behind the counter, shaking the Aya Luo fan leisurely, listening to the "crackling" abacus of the tent man, his eyelids drooped.

These people didn't take her seriously, she naturally knew it.

Chang Xi couldn't stand the lazy ghost in the store, and coughed heavily.

"Guest, go inside~"

The voice was loud. Zhao Qingmiao raised his eyes to look, but it was a record of prosperity on the door. also hung four blue-edged red-background flags, and the second little two courteously led people into the door, wiping the table and stools with a slick action. A stage was set up in the middle of the hall, some people played and sang, and the gorgeous wine girls circled around the guests.

One end is lively, the other end is deserted, and the business can no longer be obvious.

Mr. Tent finally raised his head, glanced at Zhao Qingmiao with deep meaning, and explained: "Miss Zhao doesn't know, Uncle said, our time-honored brand doesn't engage in that vain brain, can't get on the table." They've tasted the freshness and will be back in a few days. ”

Zhao Qingmiao put the fan on his lap. She finally knew what the problem was.

Since last month, Wang Ji has opened a new restaurant across the door. There are new ideas inside and outside people's homes, but Wang Ji does not change tricks, of course, there are many doors.

A restaurant is not as good as a teahouse, and the skill of cooking is important, and it can only be passed on by word of mouth. However, if it can make people eat happily and laugh at the same time, the guests will inevitably run to that end.

Zhao Qingmiao took the pen and paper, thought about it with his eyes, dipped it in ink and put it down.

Mr. Tent turned his head sideways and looked: Hey, Miss Zhao's hand is clear and beautiful, and the style of writing is strange and aura.

"Go, get the man on the paper." Zhao Qingmiao finished writing and handed it to the account room.

The tent thought to himself that I was not an errand runner, but he still took the paper with his hand. After looking at it, his expression became uncontrollable.

"This, this, this, isn't appropriate?"

Zhao Qingmiao didn't want to bother to explain, so he urged him to do it quickly.

The bookkeeper had no choice but to go out the door.

He didn't take a few steps before he stopped. He unfolded the paper and took a closer look, and sighed: It's amazing, Miss Zhao actually asked him to go to Fengyue Tower to invite a famous singer to come to the restaurant to sing music. When this thing gets out, you can't make people laugh and lose their teeth? Do you want to go to Wang's house to inform me first......

At this time, a noble son came to the door of Wang Ji, with high cheekbones, hanging eyebrows, and two eyes to look in.

- Wicked ruffian, accustomed to walking sideways, ruining beauties, and disdainful bastards.

This is the golden son of Chengxi Qianzhuang in Wang's mouth, Jin Chiliang.

As soon as Jin Chiliang's right foot was lifted, he withdrew his leg and landed outside the threshold before he could take a step. He asked the people behind him, "Today's good luck?" Forget it, I seem to remember it. He said something and changed his left foot to enter.

Jin Chiliang picked a position with an excellent line of sight and sat down, and after looking at Zhao Qingmiao sitting at the counter, he knew that what Mrs. Wang said was true: Old Man Wang really values this granddaughter, and he will marry her in the future and get this Wang Ji Restaurant, but he will not lose anything.

Everyone in the big families in the city has heard of it, the second miss of the Zhao family, that person is beautiful and virtuous, but her life is too fierce and easy to collide. He weighed it, and his heart was still itchy, so he decided to come to explore the wind first.

At this time, the running hall came to the eyesight, and when he saw the brocade robe of Jin Chiliang, with gold and white jade inlaid at the waist, he hurriedly greeted him.

"Yo yo yo, this son's eyes are tight. Come to our Wang Ji is right, the signature dishes are sauce elbow, fried eight pieces, peony cake, mutton soup. What do you think you're eating? ”

Jin Chiliang thought he was blocking his vision, and ordered someone to push him away.

This push caused the people behind the counter to turn their eyes and look over.

"I'm fortunate to meet Miss Zhao, the contemptible Jin Chiliang, the Chengxi Qian Zhuang is opened by my family."

Jin Chiliang pretended to salute Zhao Qingmiao, lifted his shirt to reveal the jade pendant, and pulled out the white bone fan from his back, and almost wrapped his waist around the four big characters on his chest.

Chang Xi heard that he reported to his home, and looked at Zhao Qingmiao nervously.

Zhao Qingmiao didn't want to have anything to do with him at all, but the person who came was a guest, although he didn't want to, it was not good to get someone out. The corners of his mouth were raised perfunctorily: "It turned out to be the son of the Jin family, rude and rude." ”

She is wearing a thin emerald Qiluo shirt today, her eyebrows and eyes are like smoke, lined with ice muscles and jade bones, and her complexion adds three points of coldness and beauty with a light smile. He looked at Jin Chiliang straight.

No one cared about Shen Xiao on the side, holding his arms and cold-eyed clues.

- This person has a bad face, and his face is full of ill intentions.

The stove room at the back is also deserted, and a pot of mushroom and old hen soup is stewed on the stove, and the flames are faintly about to be extinguished.

The cook was napping, and the curtain came in and woke him up.

"Wake up, Master Yang."

"Are you here, what did you order?" Master Yang stretched his waist, walked to the vegetable table with one foot deep and one foot shallow, picked up the knife and prepared to work.

"Pick what you're good at. It's the eldest son of Qianzhuang Jin who came today, and I saw that the person was coming to Miss Zhao Er. Don't talk about it, you do it faster, I'll serve it. ”

As soon as the words of the running hall fell, the people ran away.

Master Yang's face was bloodless, and the knife that cut the vegetables slashed the board. The lame leg ached faintly, and his heart seemed to be hit hard, and a small cluster of jumping flames ignited, gradually exuberant...... After a while, the worrying feeling calmed down, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said to himself: "Then you have to show your housekeeping skills." ”

When the dish is served, the fragrance is overflowing.

Kanei Yoshimi has a plate of meatballs drizzled with a layer of hot oil and a layer of crushed red pepper and garlic on the bottom, which is very attractive. After decisively picking up and taking a bite, I felt that it was spicy and tender, so I simply swallowed it whole, and after chewing it, I asked, "What kind of meat is this?" ”

"Rat meat." It was Master Yang who spoke, and he walked out of the stove room at some point, leaning against the wall and laughing a little crazy.

"What?! Wow~~"

Zhao Qingmiao: ......

Shen Xiao: ......

A moment later, Jin Chiliang rinsed his tea and was about to leave.

"I don't know Jin Gongzi's taste today, so I'm slacking." Zhao Qingmiao sent him to the door and owed him.

"Miss Zhao, I'm not angry with you, it's your Wang Ji's cook who is too impotent, if I go back to have abdominal pain, I will definitely go back to you Wang Ji for trouble!"

After speaking, Jin Chiliang swaggered away with his subordinates.

Zhao Qingmiao breathed a long sigh of relief: Finally sent away the trouble.

When she turned back to find Master Yang, she found that the figure by the wall was gone. A strange feeling crossed my heart, and I couldn't say it, so I had to give up.