O living bodhisattva! Eat noodles by yourself, and send out the money neatly?!

"Remember, it's good to help the kind of people I mentioned, as for some big young and strong beggars, who have hands and feet, they don't beg for a living, they don't need alms, and if they starve to death, they will also bring it on themselves."

Ling Feng also has a bottom line, emphasizing one sentence.

"Ouch, Miss Ling, just say this to you, you don't have to give this money, Miss Ling is really a bodhisattva, this small matter will definitely be done for you."

"It's life-saving money, you can't be careful."

Originally, the shopkeeper still had some thoughts of filling his own pockets, but when Ling Feng said this, he was suddenly taken aback, and looked at the sixteen-year-old girl in front of him in a daze.

"Miss Ling, there are a group of little beggars around here, who often come to the store to beg for food and drink, and the little ones are also familiar with them, so why don't you let the little ones do it."

The shopkeeper proposed.

"Well, boss, you're also very busy, this little second brother who runs errands looks much sharper than you, let him do it, you take me and this painter to find another seat."

As soon as Ling Feng spoke, the shopkeeper smiled reluctantly, and in front of Ling Feng, he reluctantly handed over the money bag to the shopkeeper, and the shopkeeper responded happily: "Miss Ling, the little ones thanked you for the children first, you are really a bodhisattva, and they have new clothes to wear at this time." ”

"It's okay, let's go." A bright smile hung on Ling Feng's face, making people feel as warm as a spring breeze.

Ling Feng and the painter went upstairs with the shopkeeper, the second floor is completely different from the first floor, the upstairs is very elegant and quiet, looking at it, there are more than ten sets of tables and chairs by sight, there are screens between the adjacent tables, the screens are painted with fascinating landscape paintings, flower and bird paintings, horses galloping pictures, and lady pictures, endlessly, pleasing to the eye.

Dense pink beaded curtains hung on the ground, blocking her view from looking down on the first floor, and every third screen, there was a pink floor-length veil, and a breeze blew, bringing the biting chill after the snow melted.

At this time, another shopkeeper came up with a pot of charcoal fire for her to keep warm.

In the incense burner, a faint aroma is emanated, and the smell of food from the first floor is far away, dispersed, and there are colorful flowers on each table.

The girl's heart is about to burst, such an arrangement, if there is a confession of love here, how romantic it should be, the corners of Ling Feng's mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly, and a aunt smile appeared on her face, and she secretly sighed that she had never seen the world, so easy to satisfy, but the girl's heart was very easy to satisfy.

"Why aren't there any guests?" There should be a lot of Chinese inkers in Yangcheng, such an elegant and quiet place, it should be full, Ling Feng couldn't help but feel strange, so he asked.

"This is all for the most distinguished guests of our store, and you are the most distinguished guest of our store today."

Then she came at the right time today, she didn't need to spend extra money, she rented the second floor, Ling Feng felt a little complacent in her heart, who was so ingenious in designing, arranging the restaurant like this?

It's cold, and the precious varieties of flowers in the back garden of Lingfu have only a little bud, where did these brightly colored flowers come from? Opened so early.

Although Ling Feng felt that there were many doubts, it was important to do her own serious business at the moment, and how others arranged it was just for business, and it didn't matter to her.

"Until I leave, no other guests are here."

She gave the shopkeeper a gold ingot, and the shopkeeper smiled and nodded, and went downstairs quickly.

"Painter, please be seated."

Ling Feng was respectful, smiling, made a gesture of please, and said politely.

The painter nodded slightly, and the two sat down casually.

Ling Feng began to describe Xue Beijie's appearance vividly.

Reluctantly recalling the person who made her want to cramp and peel her skin, and cut it with a thousand cuts.

According to Ling Feng's description, the painter quickly made a portrait.

"It's amazing!"

Ling Feng was quite satisfied, and happily gave the painter a thumbs up, his eyes were full of appreciation, the so-called wonderful brushwork was probably like this.

Although the person in the painting is not exactly the same as Xue Beijie himself, Ling Feng thinks that the painter has never seen Xue Beijie, and he has already painted a nine-point similarity, which is not easy. Without hesitation, Ling Feng took out another money bag from his waist, took out a gold ingot from the money bag, and put it on the table boldly.

"I'm very satisfied with this painting, for you."

This painter is about seventy years old, and he is the most famous painter in the whole Yangcheng, he just smiled and did not say anything, did not take the gold on the table, and stroked his silver white beard meaningfully.

Lack of money?

A big ingot of gold, for this painting, it is more than enough, Ling Feng blinked her eyes and pursed her lips, as the eldest lady of the Ling family, her every move represents the Ling family, looking at it, the painter should be afraid that the money is less, how can others think that the Ling family is reluctant to pay two silver taels?

She took out a gold ingot from the money bag, chuckled, and put it on the table dexterously, this matter can't be spread out, just use it as a hush money for the painter, anyway, it's not her money, it's Ling Junze's money, she is happy.

"I'll give you both ingots of gold, please, don't spread the word about it, okay?"

If the painter deliberately raised the price for this reason, she would not do it, not because she was stingy, but because of a matter of principle, and she couldn't let people take advantage of the fire.

Painting is also a self-cultivation craft, although the painter is old, but the face of the wrinkles is very few, and wearing a silver-white robe, smiling calmly and indifferently, it looks quite a bit of fairy wind bones.

The painter shook his head slightly, and did not take the gold on the table.

Ouch I'll go! You are an elder, is it really possible to take advantage of the fire to rob? Thinking of this, Ling Feng pulled down her face in an instant, she didn't want any gold, let alone keep it secret for her, anyway, this portrait had already been painted, and she didn't want money for it, so she had to decide to paint it.

The ink has dried, she quickly folded the portrait, easy to take on her body, quite a bit of a thief's heart, the painter saw her move, the smile on his face was even worse, and he didn't stop it, but said lightly: "Although Miss Ling already has a marriage contract, she misses Xue Beijie Xue in her heart, and it is not a shameful thing." ”

Ling Feng was stunned for a moment, as if there was a taut string breaking in her heart, and she was hit by such an understatement, hit the nail on the head, and hit the nail on the head, she couldn't care about the portrait, did this elder have a speculum? Somehow, she suddenly blushed and felt uneasy.

Before, she felt that this matter was not to be publicized, as the daughter-in-law of someone else's unmarried son, but she was pointed at by other men, and she shouldn't have seen it, if Xue Beijie had any serious dealings with the original owner before, she would not carry this pot, if it was exposed, the consequences would be very serious.