The pavilion chief's wife rolled her eyes and asked with a smile: "Master Yuan and Miss Cheng are old acquaintances?"
Cheng Qingwen looked at her and chuckled: "That's right."
"No wonder, I see Master Yuan is very interested in you. He must regard you as his younger sister." The pavilion chief's wife pulled the person next to her: "You look older than our Wei'er, so let Wei'er recognize you."
You should be a sister. Wei'er hasn't met her sister yet."
When these words came out, everyone present heard them.
When the pavilion chief received his wife's look, he quickly asked Motoqi to talk.
Cheng Qinghan held her forehead and looked straight at Su Yunwei, wondering what she would do.
Su Yunwei brought a cup of tea, walked up to her gracefully, and whispered: "Sister, please drink tea."
Cheng Hua'er's face turned cold when she saw this. Just when she was about to speak, she was pulled by the lady of the pavilion to drink tea with her.
Cheng Qingwen looked at the cup of scalding tea in front of her and blinked: "I don't like tea."
"Then I'll go get a cup of milk tea." After hearing this, Su Yunwei planned to go back.
"I don't drink milk tea either."
"Then what do you want to drink?" Su Yunwei was angry at first, but when she saw her being picky, she immediately turned against her.
"Whatever." Cheng Qingwen showed an innocent smile, turned to the pavilion chief's wife and said: "Madam, if you are thinking about me, you might as well put more effort into Yuan Qi. Just based on what happened at the jewelry store that day, I am determined
I won’t say anything nice in front of Lord Yuan.”
The pavilion chief's wife was stunned. She didn't expect her to say it so directly. She was about to speak when she was interrupted.
"Besides, what's the use of my liking Miss Su? I can't marry Miss Su for Mr. Yuan." Cheng Qingwen raised her eyebrows and looked straight at Su Yunwei: "However, if I were a man, I wouldn't be able to marry Miss Su based on my appearance alone.
I will definitely fall under your pomegranate skirt."
"Miss Cheng misunderstood. I just saw that you and Wei'er were about the same age, and thought that we would be good friends, so I asked her to offer you a cup of tea."
Cheng Qinghan was not a fool. Of course he didn't believe this, so he lowered his head and ignored it.
When Cheng Hua'er saw this scene, he breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was rude, luckily he didn't drink the cup of tea.
The pavilion chief was still chattering, but Yuan Qi was already very impatient. He raised his eyes and looked at him coldly.
"Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year. There are many people who want to come to the Pavilion Chief's Mansion. Don't you and your wife go back to greet the guests?"
"No, no, we are very empty. We came here specially to wish you a happy New Year today."
Hearing this, Cheng Qingwen almost spit out a mouthful of milk tea. She turned around and whispered to Song Qiaoqiao: "This is an order to expel guests. The pavilion chief really didn't hear it at all."
"Master Yuan is looking at you." Song Qiaoqiao gently pushed her back.
Cheng Qingwen turned her head and met Yuan Qi's eyes. Just as she was about to speak, she heard him say: "The milk tea is cold. I'll give you something hot."
"Sir, dinner can be served." A waiter walked in from the door and said.
Motoqi nodded and invited everyone to go to the compartment to eat.
As soon as Cheng Qingwan entered the cubicle, the aroma hit her nostrils and made her salivate.
After sitting down, Motoqi greeted a few words, then moved his chopsticks and put the first bite of cherry meat into the bowl of the person next to him.
"Taste it."
Cheng Qingwan took a bite, and her eyes suddenly lit up: "It's delicious, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, sweet and delicious."
When Yuanqi heard this, he brought her the next dish.
During this meal, Cheng Qingwan ate so much that the first chopstick of every dish on the table went into her stomach.
After eating, Cheng Hua'er took the others and left first. The pavilion chief and his wife finally went back, but Su Yunwei stayed.
Cheng Qinghan was sitting in front of the chessboard playing chess with Yuan Qi, with a noise maker beside him.
"Ah, Brother Yuan, Baizi looks good, let's use Baizi."
"Ah, brother Yuan, get down here and she will die."
"ah……"
After Cheng Qingwen lost the third game of chess, she finally couldn't bear it anymore. She put down the chess piece with a snap, pulled her and walked out.
"What are you doing, you shrew, Brother Yuan, help me!" Su Yunwei shouted while struggling.
"I'll send you away!" Cheng Qingwen said fiercely while sending the person to the carriage.
"Azhu, send Miss Su back." Yuan Qi ordered while cleaning up the chess game.
A Zhu quickly agreed and walked out quickly.
After a while, Cheng Qingwen came back. She sat in front of the chessboard and looked at the person in front of her intently.
"If you want to ask, just ask."
"Are you interested in this older girl?"
Yuan Qi stopped moving his hands and chuckled: "No."
"Then you sent A-Zhu to take her home. Aren't you afraid that I would throw her away halfway?"
"I'm afraid you'll kill her on the way, and I have to find Mr. Wei to redeem you."
When Cheng Qingwen heard this, she immediately laughed: "Don't you think she's too arrogant?"
"There are hundreds of servants in my courtyard, and I'm used to the noise from time to time when I'm studying." Motoqi handed Bai Zi to her and said with a smile, "Next time, you can treat her as a maid."
Cheng Qingwen smacked his tongue and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that his family has a great career.
Before leaving, she suddenly remembered something, ran outside the house, and brought in a set of clothes after a while.
"For me?" Yuan Qi looked at the blue clothes in front of him and was stunned for a moment.
Cheng Qingwen nodded: "Yes, my grandma made it. Her craftsmanship is very good. Would you like to try it?"
"Okay." Yuanqi smiled, resisting the urge to put her in his arms: "I'll have someone take you back."
Cheng Qingwen nodded, looked at the person in front of him for a while, and then said: "I like the gem headband very much, but I don't know how to tie my hair, so I don't wear it."
As soon as he finished speaking, he reached out and hugged him. Without waiting for his reaction, he quickly got into the carriage.
Motoqi looked at the carriage going away and smiled softly.
After a while, he walked to the desk and wrote a letter: "Send this letter to Atong and ask him to take it to His Highness the Crown Prince and retrieve the files on the Cheng family's rebellion from Dali Temple."
"Sir, are you going to re-examine the old case of the Cheng family?"
Yuan Qi nodded: "Only in this way can I take her back to the capital with peace of mind."
A Zhu understood immediately and took out the letter.
After Cheng Qingwen got home, he wrote down the name of the pastry he ate today, and then used the system to check the making method.
Until that night, when Song Qiaoqiao asked her to have dinner, he came close to her. When he saw the words "like ghosts crawling", he suddenly felt speechless.
"Huanwen, what are you writing?"
"How to make pastries." Cheng Qingwen continued to write without raising his head.
"But I can't understand a single word of yours."
When Cheng Qingwen heard this, he took a look at his handwriting.
Okay, I found the reason right away. She wrote in simplified Chinese because she couldn’t write the characters of this dynasty at all!