Mrs. Chi and Zheng Kejun were receiving guests, while Chi Yuan'er and Ji Mingyao were restless.
It wasn't until Ji Mingyao's figure appeared at the door that the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.
An An sat next to Ji Mingyao and gave Ji Tianming a chicken drumstick with sauce. "Brother Tianming, eat a drumstick. Aunt Ji is here, so you need to eat more."
The little girl's hands were weak and she didn't have enough strength. Seeing that the chicken drumstick was about to fall off, Ji Tianming reached over the bowl to catch it.
Then, he took apart a chicken wing and gave it to An An.
"An'an, hurry up and eat, otherwise we won't be able to eat anything if mother comes."
Otherwise, the people you know best are the people around you.
Ji Tianming knew his mother's virtues. Back then, she had fought with the drug boss just for a bite to eat.
In front of food, there is no such thing as respecting the old and caring for the young, and noble moral character.
Ji Mingyao was about to feast, but before she even got close to the table, she was pulled by Mrs. Chi to entertain the guests.
As the protagonist, how could she sit down and eat and drink in peace and contentment?
Just like that, Ji Mingyao was dragged around hungry, smiling and toasting.
Mrs. Chi really likes Ji Mingyao and wants to introduce her to her family members.
Those who came this time were all on good terms with the Chi family, or with her natal family.
Ji Mingyao thought there were only a few tables, but she didn't expect Mrs. Chi to call so many people.
After sitting at the table, she was tired.
When he returned to the main table and sat down, before he picked up his chopsticks, Fatty Wang came over again.
"Miss Ji, let's talk in the private room upstairs."
Ji Mingyao sighed deeply, put down her chopsticks and followed Fatty Wang into the private room.
Unexpectedly, a separate table was set up in the private room.
Fatty Wang made an invitation gesture, "I knew Miss Ji must be hungry, so I specially prepared a table for her. We were eating and chatting. What do you think of Miss Ji?"
Ji Mingyao gave him a satisfied look, "Shopkeeper Wang is indeed a veteran of many years, and he always handles things properly."
After the two sat down, they started talking.
Fatty Wang didn't prepare any wine, so he poured Ji Mingyao a cup of tea.
"Miss Ji, how should the Gongsun family deal with it?"
Ji Mingyao took a bite of the fried tender beef and said, "We will cooperate as before, but the transaction price will be doubled."
Fatty Wang nodded, "Can the information about Ling Tong Pavilion be sold to the Gongsun family?"
Ling Tong Pavilion? What?
Seeing Ji Mingyao's confused face, Fatty Wang was a little surprised.
"Didn't the boss tell the girl that in addition to being a restaurant, Shimanlou is also known as the Lingtong Pavilion for business news?"
ha?
Is there any other way to say this?
Ji Mingyao swallowed the food in his mouth with difficulty and took a sip of tea.
"Is the water in Shimanlou so deep? Isn't this your business to grab the No. 1 farm in the world?"
Fatty Wang said with a smile: "Young lady, you are joking, everyone eats according to their ability."
Ji Mingyao really didn't expect that Shimanlou was also in the information business, and Chef Zhang didn't explain it to her at the time.
If she had known earlier, she would have entrusted Fatty Wang to investigate Ji Fufu's affairs.
But it’s not too late to know now, and there are other things I want to know.
"You can't offend a major customer by offending anyone. The Gongsun family is short of everything except money. Shopkeeper Wang is welcome."
Compared to No. 1 Village in the World, Ji Mingyao is obviously closer to Shimanlou.
"Shopkeeper Wang, it just so happens that I also have something to ask."
She took out the Tianshui Qingming Sword and placed it on the table.
"Does Shopkeeper Wang recognize this sword?"
Fatty Wang naturally knew him. The original news about this sword was that he sold it to the Gongsun family.
"Isn't the Tianshui Qingming Sword Gongsun Jin's sword? Why is it in the girl's hands?"
"The spoils of war."
Ji Mingyao explained the source in a simple sentence.
"This Tianshui Qingming Sword was cut off by me once before, and Gongsun Jin repaired it, but I find it a bit strange. It seems to be able to absorb the power of blood in the human body and repair itself, just like a living thing."
Fatty Wang was shocked, "Is what the girl said true?"