"As long as you can, as far as you know!" Zhao Tiandong was sarcastically ridiculed in public by a young man, and he felt that his face was dull. He glared at him angrily, and the anger in his eyes seemed to swallow him.

"There is a specialization in the art industry, and your family makes rouge, so you naturally know how to mix various colors. Do you think everyone else should understand? Hmph, you not only humiliated me, but also scolded other shopkeepers."

Zhao Tiandong wants to lead the troubles to the east and provoke the disgust of other shopkeepers towards the young man. and then helped himself to attack the Qiaotou rouge shop together, but this abacus was too loud, and there was nothing that the people present could not see.

"Miss Han's mille-feuille cake uses matcha powder, right? The reason why I eat it seems to be the aroma of barley, which is probably the color of barley seedlings mixed with matcha powder."

The shopkeeper Zheng of the delicious restaurant held up the matcha mille-feuille cake that he had eaten half a bite. A serious face: "It's just that this red noodle tastes a little weird. It is made by soaking gluten in seasoning and stir-frying. It's just that it's spicy, I really can't taste the spice."

Zhao Tiandong, who had just lost face with the young man, gritted his teeth and sneered: "The world is so big, there are more than a hundred kinds of spices. Shopkeeper Zheng has never seen it, and it is normal. The key to the secret recipe is the secret word. You ask Miss Han's secret recipe, what is your intention?"

Shopkeeper Zheng is just a chef's instinctive doubt, and he was buttoned up with such a big hat by Zhao Tiandong. Annoyed on the spot, he pointed at Zhao Tiandong and roared: "Zhao Tiandong, are you looking for death!"

"Why, in the county lord's house, you still want to beat people!" Zhao Tiandong played a scoundrel, looking like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water.

"Do you think that in the county Cheng's house, Lao Tzu will not dare to beat you!" Shopkeeper Zheng was angry by Zhao Tiandong's playful tone, and stood up and rolled up his sleeves to fight.

Qin Ming, who was sitting in the first place on him, hurriedly hugged the shopkeeper Zheng by the waist. Persuaded angrily: "Forget it, shopkeeper Zheng. Don't be like this scoundrel. Eliminate gas, eliminate gas!"

Shopkeeper Zheng also knew that he was also annoyed and regretful at this time, and he shouldn't have been so out of shape in front of Han Beiqing.

hurriedly saluted Han Beiqing with a fist: "Miss is effective, little old man is rude."

"You dare to show your teeth and claws in the county mansion, which shows that you are not usually very good." Zhao Tiandong also stood up and said to Han Beiqing with a smug face: "Don't be afraid, Seventh Girl, this is a good plan I specially designed for you. You see, with a little agitation, this guy reveals his prototype. It can be seen that he is usually irritable and brainless, and he is not a good partner to work with."

Zhao Tiandong took out the folding fan inserted in his waist, opened it suddenly, shook his head and prepared to say two sour words.

"Shut up!" Lu Tong had a dark face and scolded in a low voice.

Zhao Tiandong's arm holding the folding fan was still in the air, and he heard Lu Tong's irritable reprimand. The whole person seems to have been pointed, frozen in place. A pair of eyes with thief eyebrows and rat eyes measured Lu Tong's face.

"Get out."

Lu Tong spoke again, and Zhao Tiandong immediately accepted the folding fan. With a panicked face, he bowed to Han Beiqing and said, "Zhao said goodbye!"

After speaking, under Han Beiqing's stunned gaze, he ran away.

Despite Han Beiqing's shocked gaze, Lu Tong leaned back in his chair and leisurely picked up a spicy strip and put it in his mouth.

As soon as I took a bite, I choked on the chili pepper and coughed.

He resisted not coughing, ignoring the burning sensation in his throat. In a hoarse voice: "A little spicy, it's okay.".

Han Beiqing couldn't help but smile, looked at the shopkeeper Zheng, and reexplained his question just now: "This is a spice sent by a friend in the capital, and it is said that it is something that only exists in Nanyang. The taste is between Yue pepper and Sichuan pepper, and there is a hint of sweetness in the spicy. It's just that there are very few of them, and it's hard to cultivate, and I don't have much."

Shopkeeper Zheng nodded knowingly, with a hint of regret in his eyes. Since it was the Nanyang spices brought back by the people of the capital, Han Beiqing said that the quantity was small, so he refused to sell it to himself.

"Miss Han is knowledgeable and well-known, and the little old man admires her." Lao Zheng also learned Zhao Tiandong's tone, pointed to the furnishings in the study, and praised half-truths and half-truths.

"The smell in this study is refreshing. Being scented by the smell of books in the study also made the little old man gain a lot of knowledge." Shopkeeper Zheng pointed to the bookshelf

said to the rouge shop boy next to him: "The books in this study are not new, and they look like they are all books that have been read many times."

"This study is for Miss's own use? It's still the county lord or the prince of the house who also uses it." Lu Tong finished eating the snack, as if he knew what to do, and joined in the fun.

"I use it myself, does Boss Lu have any objections?" Han Beiqing looked puzzled, facing the person named Lu Tong in front of her, she always had a sense of déjà vu.

This feeling had been felt by Gu Yin before, but what made Han Beiqing wonder was how Lu Tong, a businessman who opened a crude medicine shop, also had a kind of terrifying majesty.

"How could I have any objections. I'm just curious." Lu Tong crossed Erlang's legs, playing with the tea cup in his hand, and his posture was very elegant.

"Girls from ordinary families, even if they read, will only read books like "The Female Ring", "The Analects of Women", "Internal Training", and "The Legend of the Martyr". It's rare for a person like Miss Han to put all the Four Books and Five Classics in her study and read them for a long time."

As he spoke, Lu Tong raised his finger and pointed to a book on the soft couch near the window, with two words written on the blue page "Mencius".

When he entered the study just now, Lu Tong took a closer look at the study. At first glance, this study should be used by a middle-aged man like Han Xiancheng, but if you look carefully at the furnishings in the room and the habits of the owner's family, you will know that this is a woman's study.

The spices of the incense tower have the aroma of tulips and Suhe, and they smell sweet and charming.

The soft couch near the window is covered with purple mattresses, and several brightly colored square goose down cushions are placed against the wall by the window. Look at the color of the goose down cushions, bright yellow, verdant, apricot, dai ochre, cuiwei. Only young girls love these brightly colored schemes.

Han Beiqing didn't notice that Lu Tong observed things so carefully, and only cared about explaining the books in the room: "Since I was a child, I have been used to seeing my father and brother reading, and I like to flip through them when I have nothing to do. But most of them were borrowed from my father and brother to decorate my study."

What kind of people decorate their study with four books and five classics?

"Ahem, cough....." The guy at the rouge shop couldn't sit still. He was worried that if the people continued to gossip, the shopkeeper would think that he had gone out to have fun.

"Han Xiaoxiaoxiao.... Sister, let me inquire and listen to the shopkeeper of my house. On the oil truck, yelling... Shouting at our shop, wanting, wanting, how much does it cost."

The young man was already very restrained, but he still kept stammering. Those who listened to him felt that they couldn't breathe.

"Oh, why did your shopkeeper send you? There's no second person in the rouge shop!" The shopkeeper Zheng was quick to talk, and complained helplessly and disgustedly.

Han Beiqing looked at the young man with a smile: "Go back and tell your shopkeeper." The oil truck driver shouted and advertised, three hundred wen a day, the end of the day! I embroidered a banner to promote the shop and hung it on a petrol truck for two taels of silver a month."

Oh my boy, that's a pretty dark price.....