Zhong Qingye paused while picking up the snacks, and then continued, putting a piece of lily pastry into his mouth, chewing it twice, and then turned back to follow Zhong Haoyu's gaze.【】
"Hahaha, I can't believe what you said, but if I were a princess who has tasted delicious food, it would be completely different." A slightly rough man's voice came out from the room where the maid left before, Zhong Haoyu
He laughed and said, "Why don't you come out and meet us?"
"Come here, come here." The man continued, and then muttered: "If I want to see the princess, of course I have to dress up, otherwise wouldn't it be too rude?"
Zhong Qingye laughed, turned around and continued to enjoy the benefits of her boss. Zhong Haoyu shook his head, scolded the man with a smile, and then said to Zhong Qingye: "Qing'er, don't mind, he is a bastard with a slippery tongue and can do anything.
I like to take advantage of it."
Zhong Qingye held the silver chopsticks in his mouth, his cheeks bulged slightly, nodded absently, and said vaguely: "He is a chef?"
"Chef?" Zhong Haoyu was stunned for a moment, then reacted: "Oh, you are asking if he is a chef. Yes, he is a good friend of mine for many years and has superb cooking skills. I specially asked him to help me this time.
"
Zhong Qingye nodded, presumably the food in front of him was also made by his hands. After swallowing the food in his mouth and putting the chopsticks away, Zhong Qingye turned his head again and his head began to spin.
These delicious dishes are truly unique and rare. If they can be used as signature dishes, they will definitely be very popular. Since this man can make such delicacies, his cooking skills must be extraordinary. It would be best if he could be kept as a cook in a restaurant.
Well, if not, at least squeeze out all his abilities. It would be unjustifiable not to use such a good resource.
Just as he was thinking about it, the door to the small room opened again, and this time Zhong Qingye understood clearly that there was a small private room inside, not a built-in kitchen. It seemed that the food was prepared elsewhere and then brought over.
A man walked out from inside. He looked to be between twenty-five and thirty years old. He was wearing a blue cloth robe, which was simple and fancy. There was not even a sachet or jade pendant hanging on his belt.
Decoration, this is not in line with what he said about dressing up.
The man is not tall, estimated to be about 1.7 meters tall. He has a rounded waist and a somewhat chubby appearance. He has a beard that covers most of his face. Even the outline of his face is not clear, and his eyes are narrow and narrow.
Narrowing his eyes and smiling into a curved arc, the first impression he gives is not like a chef, but like a charlatan in a TV series about armed forces.
The man walked over slowly, but before he walked in, he burst into laughter. The laughter was extremely free and easy, which made him feel like a bitch uncle even more intense. Zhong Qingye couldn't help but curled up his lips and looked at this unlucky man with interest.
Like a chef's chef.
"Haoyu, you kid! Did you say bad things about me behind my back again?" The man said, "Ask me to blame" as soon as he opened his mouth. With an exaggerated smile on his face, he strode over, slapped Zhong Haoyu on the shoulder, and squeezed hard.
He pinched it, shook his head and said: "Why did I make such a bad-mouthed friend like you? Alas... I made friends carelessly."
Zhong Haoyu slapped his hand on his shoulder angrily, stretched out his hand to rub his shoulder, rolled his eyes and said: "Ziqian, I have said it eight hundred times, don't use your slap easily, otherwise I will
Sooner or later he will die in your hands!"
The man laughed, took back his hand, and apologized several times.
Zhong Haoyu then stood up, stretched out his hand to Zhong Qingye and Qi Mo, and said with a smile: "Come, let me introduce to you, this is Prince Rui."
The emotion on Qi Mo's face was dull, and he nodded slightly as an answer.
The man hugged his fists and said with a smile: "I have admired the reputation of the prince for a long time."
"This is my fourth sister Zhong Qingye, the Princess Rui you have always wanted to see." Zhong Haoyu continued, and then said to Zhong Qingye and Qi Mo: "This is my old friend for many years, Xu Ziqian."
Xu Ziqian? Qi Mo was slightly stunned. He raised his head and looked at him. It seemed that this was the first time they met.
Zhong Qingye stood up, his face instinctively showed a standard smile in modern social situations, the corners of his mouth were raised forty-five degrees, his eyes were slightly curved, warm enough without making people feel awkward, he stretched out his hand to him and said: "Hello,
I am Zhong Qingye."
The men present were stunned for a moment, and they all focused on the white catkins she stretched out. Qi Mo's face sank, while Zhong Haoyu and Xu Ziqian were stunned at the same time.
The scene suddenly fell silent, and Zhong Qingye suddenly came back to her senses. She actually subconsciously made modern social etiquette. In ancient times, how could a woman's hand be held casually?
Before she could come up with a solution, Xu Ziqian suddenly laughed, generously stretched out his hand to shake hers, winked and said: "The princess is the princess. It's true that being famous is not as good as meeting her and admiring her for a long time."
After saying that, he let go of his hand without any emotion that he shouldn't have.
Zhong Qingye's favorability towards him increased a lot. He took back his hand and said with a smile: "Thank you. This is just a kind of etiquette I accidentally learned while traveling. Just like your clasping fists, it is a kind of gesture towards the other party.
Respect." She waved her hands and said, "Mr. Xu, please sit down."
Hearing Zhong Qingye's intentional explanation, Qi Mo's originally dark complexion improved a lot. Xu Ziqian's eyes lit up, he cupped his fists and said with a smile: "Good manners, generous and generous as any man."
The two of them sat down again. As soon as Zhong Qingye's butt touched the stool, Qi Mo's arms followed her closely, and without any explanation, he wrapped his arms around her waist with great force.
Zhong Qingye grinned, knowing that Qi Mo was unhappy. That's right. These ancient rules were extremely troublesome, and there were a lot of rules for women. Let a pure ancient man shake hands with his wife.
He must be a little unhappy.
Xu Ziqian noticed Qi Mo's actions, smiled slightly, and teased maliciously: "Come on, the prince and the princess are really as deeply in love as the rumors say."
Qi Mo said abruptly: "Why are you here?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience was stunned. Zhong Qingye couldn't help but asked Qi Mo. Do these two people know each other?
Xu Ziqian twitched the corner of his mouth, half-smiling but not smiling. "It's better to wait until the princess has finished speaking before answering this question. Princess, please tell me."
Zhong Qingye was stunned for a moment, then regained his composure and smiled, "Mr. Xu, you have such good eyesight!"
Now that others had said so, she stopped talking and leaned back, unconsciously revealing the aura of a queen when negotiating in a modern shopping mall, and asked straight to the point: "Mr. Xu, I would like to ask you, what kind of chefs do you know?"