Mo Li devoted himself to the operation and construction of Quanwei Building, and he didn't realize that he was being calculated by someone.

"General, can you let me take a look at the account book of Quanwei Building first?" Mo Li is a man of action, since he plans to take over Quanwei Building, he should simply start early.

When changing clothes in the cubicle just now, Ruoping said that Mu Qingyun asked her to discuss the medical hall at Quanwei Building at noon tomorrow, and she would take a look at the account book tonight, and she could start to arrange it tomorrow morning, so as not to delay the noon matter.

Murong Chu suddenly had the feeling of hitting her feet with a stone, and she wanted to have dinner happily with the little girl, but her mind was all upstairs on Quanwei. But the words have already been spoken, and if he stops it again, it seems inappropriate, so he can only reluctantly ask the shopkeeper Yu to send the account book over.

Yu shopkeeper is in his forties, with a hint of shrewdness in his honest appearance, holding a handful of account books and rubbing them respectfully, before he can speak, Murong Chu glanced at Mo Li: "In the future, this Quanwei Building will be under the control of Miss Mo, and the shopkeeper will obey her." ”

A hint of surprise flashed in the shopkeeper's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure, he put the account book in front of Mo Li, and arched his hand: "Little Yu Leshui, obey Miss Mo's dispatch." ”

Mo Li briefly asked the shopkeeper a few questions, and then sent him out.

A certain master's gloomy face eased a little, and he complained: "Li'er, I regret giving you Quanweilou a little." ”

"General, let's not play like this. You're a great general who says what you say, and backtracking is not something you can do! Mo Li blinked mischievously, she knew that Murong Chu had always been a man of his word, and it was definitely not out of reluctance to say this.

Murong Chu sighed: "Such a big mess is pushed on you, what if you are tired?" ”

Sure enough, it was not that I felt sorry for money, but because I felt sorry for myself, Mo Li felt sweet in her heart, pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Don't worry, General, I am energetic and tired." ”

Without the disturbance of outsiders, the two finally sat down and enjoyed a sumptuous dinner, and it was not until the middle of the day that Murong Chu reluctantly sent Mo Li back to the Mo Mansion.

Murong Chu returned to the Beining Palace, and before he could enter his Moyuan Pavilion, he was stopped by Uncle Xiang: "Lord Shizi, Lord Wang has been waiting in the outer study all night, let Lord Shi Ziye go over immediately." ”

In the outer study, Murong Jingzhong was reviewing the official documents, and Uncle Xiang brought people to him, changed them for new tea, and withdrew.

Murong Chu arched his hand at Murong Jingzhong, who didn't even raise his head: "Father called the child here, but what's the matter?" ”

Murong Jingzhong finally put down the pen in his hand, his face couldn't see any emotion, and he said lightly: "Chu'er, you only came back at this hour, but you have been with that little girl from the Mo family?" ”

"Exactly, my son had dinner with Miss Mo." Murong Chu did not hide it, and looked at his father with a frank gaze.

"Chu'er, my father has heard a little about you and the little girl of the Mo family before. Judging from your mother's friendship with Mrs. Mo, you should save her. Now that things are in the past, it's better to have less contact. Murong Jingzhong paused slightly, and then continued, "You're not young, don't waste time on that little girl." ”

"Don't hide it from my father, my son and Jinxi are in love, since my father also thinks that his son is not young, then after Mo Jinhua sends Mrs. Mo's coffin back to his hometown, he will ask his father to come to the door to propose marriage." Murong Chu's words were firm.

"You like that little girl so much?" Murong Jingzhong still saw Mo Jinxi when she was a milk doll, except for the starry glass eyes, he couldn't even remember what that little girl looked like.

Murong Chu nodded solemnly: "Father, if you can't marry Jinxi as your wife, my son would rather not marry in this life, and hope that his father will be fulfilled." ”

Murong Jingzhong glanced at his son deeply, this stubborn energy was very similar to Jiang Chunxue, the gentle woman back then appeared in his mind again, a trance, as if he saw the eyes with a touch of sadness and disappointment when he married the Lu family as a side concubine.

once said that he would join hands for a lifetime, but he didn't want to marry Lu because he couldn't withstand the pressure of his mother's concubine, and finally lost her, and now in front of the only blood and blood she left, he, a father, can't bear to say anything refused.

He waved his hand: "You go down to rest first, let my father consider this matter." ”

Murong Chu returned to Moyuan Pavilion and took out the half of the jade plaque from the dark compartment of the study and rubbed it in his hand.

There are still more than 20 days before Yu's coffin leaves for his hometown, and it will take more than a month to return one by one. He originally wanted to find out the matter with his father and Li'er during this period, but he didn't expect his father to take the initiative to ask today, so he took this opportunity to talk about it.

The father seemed to be a little hesitant about what he meant, and it seemed necessary to tell him another story about this half of the jade plaque.

Mo Li didn't rest immediately when he returned to the house, but asked Ruoping to take paper and ink, and scribbled and painted with the quill pen given by Yu Mingxi for most of the night.

After breakfast the next day, I took Ruoping to Quanwei Building.

The day before, I got Murong Chu's order, and I waited with Lao Qiao in the lobby on the first floor early in the morning. Because he was afraid that Ershun would be too excited to see Mo Li and make a mistake, Lao Qiao sent him to the kitchen to help as soon as he arrived at Quanwei Building.

Mo Li took out a few recipes that he had written the night before: "Here are a few new dishes I have in mind, now that the weather is hot, let's make some cool dishes first." ”

Lao Qiao and Shopkeeper Yu got together and read more than a dozen recipes page by page.

After the shopkeeper was told that Quanweilou had returned to Mo Li last night, he was really awkward for a while, and when he learned that the new dishes made by Lao Qiao were all taught to him by Mo Li, he became a little curious about this teenage girl.

Today, when I saw these dishes, not to mention eating, I had never heard of them, and I felt that Miss Mo was extraordinary, no wonder she fell into the eyes of the iceberg-like prince.

As a senior chef who is obsessed with cooking, Lao Qiao can't put down those recipes: "Miss, how can you come up with so many dishes?" ”

Mo Li is really hard to answer Lao Qiao's question, she can't say that she saw it on the Internet in her previous life and wrote it down from memory last night.

So I could only laugh a few times, and pulled Lao Qiao and the shopkeeper Yu to the kitchen to try the dishes, but in the eyes of the shopkeeper, I felt that Miss Mo was not only talented but also very modest, and my good impression of her increased a few points.

The following morning, several refreshing and delicious cold dishes were born under the skillful hands of Lao Qiao.

Seeing an ice basin in the private room last night, Mo Li asked Murong Chu, and he said that there was an ice vault in the backyard of Quanwei Building, and the ice cubes were put in it in the winter and left for the summer to relieve the heat.