Hearing what Zhang Qingjiu said, Murong Chunlai frowned. Could it be that the prince she was stalking?
When I thought of this, I felt a little bit inexplicably uncomfortable.
I subconsciously followed her line of sight and saw that everything was clean.
"Who?" Murong Chunlai narrowed his eyes.
"Wait for someone to deliver it to your door." Zhang Qingjiu smiled slightly, picked up the cakes on the table and started eating them leisurely, "It's only a few taels of silver. It doesn't cost you any money, so don't feel bad."
Murong Chunlai's mouth twitched. He didn't know why this woman suddenly said such words so confidently, but looking at her appearance, she seemed confident.
"Okay, I'll take a dip, then." Murong Chunlai chuckled as he took a sip of tea.
About a quarter of an hour later, Zhang Qingjiu's dishes were served. At the same time, there was a sound of footsteps outside Baihua Pavilion.
The waiter introduced the dishes on the table with a smile, but found that his guest didn't seem to be very interested. Instead, he stared directly behind him. When he looked back, he immediately became convinced and said with a smile, "That lady just now
, she always booked Baihua Pavilion in the past, today the two distinguished guests came first, and we have already taken her to Liangfeng Pavilion."
Before Zhang Qingjiu could speak, Murong Chunlai sneered and put the tea cup in his hand on the table with a crisp sound, and his eyes instantly darkened, "So, we stole her position."
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"No, no." The waiter was startled. Unexpectedly, an attendant suddenly issued such power, and he became even more afraid of the identity of the two people in front of him. He hurriedly explained, "She is just used to sitting here, but we
The Star Building is still first come, first served..."
"It's good to know." Murong Chunlai took a deep look at the waiter and picked up the tea cup again. There was a hint of disdain on the corner of his mouth, but it quickly disappeared.
Zhang Qingjiu narrowed his eyes and said, "Thank you for letting me know. Just go out."
The waiter was frightened just now, and now he was having a nervous breakdown. When he heard Zhang Qingjiu's words, he quickly thanked him, nodded and bowed and left.
After the waiter closed the door, Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows and picked up the chopsticks on the table, "Eat quickly, eat and drink enough to make money."
Halfway through the meal, Zhang Qingjiu suddenly stopped, picked up a piece of fish on the table, and looked at it carefully, "Chunlai, which piece of fish on this plate do you think is the best?"
Murong Chunlai was stunned for a moment: "Of course it's the meat from the belly of the fish, it's warm, smooth, less thorny and plump."
"What about the chicken?" Zhang Qingjiu picked up another piece of chicken.
Murong Chunlai frowned, "The meat in the wings is smooth and fat but not greasy."
"This is the most delicious chicken, and this is the most delicious fish." Putting both pieces of meat on the same plate, Zhang Qingjiu poked it gently with his chopsticks and smiled, "But if I don't love
When eating fish, this piece is the most delicious and tastes like wax in my mouth. But if I like to eat chicken, this piece is also the most delicious in the world."
At the end of the sentence, Zhang Qingjiu randomly picked up a piece of chicken and put it into his bowl, "The same is true for people. In the eyes of people who don't like you, no matter how noble you are, it is like dust. In the hearts of those who care, no matter how humble you are, it is like a rainbow in the sky."
.But most people in this world are strangely nervous. They don't like to think of themselves as a rainbow in the sky, but they want to be like dust."
Her words were neither hasty nor slow, with the crispness of a girl, like a stream of clear springs, washing into Murong Chunlai's heart, making him feel an unprecedented sense of emptiness.
After a while, Murong Chunlai sighed and said with emotion, "Ms. Xiao Zhang is indeed a strange woman who can conquer the ministers of the government and the public. These words can be used as good advice in the world. It's just a pity... I don't like eating chicken."
"I'm not forcing you to eat it." Zhang Qingjiu sneered and put down his chopsticks, "Don't make it sound like the chicken is you."
Murong Chunlai's expression was startled, and murderous intent suddenly surged into his heart.
Zhang Qingjiu didn't even look at him, pushed away the chair and stood up, "Let's go, I'll make some money, you can eat slowly."
When he walked to the door, Zhang Qingjiu suddenly turned around and said, "The chicken tastes good, not worse than the fish. The waiter delivered the dish and it was right."
When Murong Chunlai was the only one left in the room, the air suddenly became cold.
The emotions in those calm eyes were unprecedentedly turbulent.
After a while, Murong Chunlai picked up the chopsticks and picked up the piece of chicken that Zhang Qingjiu had put on the plate.
After just one mouthful, he frowned and smiled.
Sure enough, it's not something he likes.
The only thing I can say is that taste becomes a style when incorporated into poetry and painting, becomes nostalgia when eaten in the stomach, and becomes an indelible knot if it is engraved in the heart.
At this time, Murong Chunlai had no idea that many years later, this would become the taste he missed the most in his life but could never find again.
Helplessly, the breeze is far away, and the fragrance of pear blossoms fills my head, leaving no trace.
Walking straight to Liangfeng Pavilion, Zhang Qingjiu knocked gently on the door.
A soft but alert voice came from inside, "Who is it?"
Zhang Qingjiu squinted his eyes: "The clouds are clearing and the sun is rising clearly, but I can't see the old man in the east."
As soon as these words came out, there was a crisp sound in the room.
After a moment, the door opened, and a woman who looked like a maid came out. She first saluted Zhang Qingjiu, then raised her head and asked, "I wonder what this young master means?"
"I have a method that can solve the confusion of the people in the room." Zhang Qingjiu said with a faint smile.
The maid frowned and looked Zhang Qingjiu up and down, "Master, please wait a moment."
After saying that, he turned around and went back to the house. After a while, he came out again and said, "Sir, my lady has invited you."
Zhang Qingjiu entered the Liangfeng Pavilion with his hands behind his back and his head held high.
Liangfeng Pavilion lives up to its name. As soon as you enter, you will feel the spring breeze blowing on your face and feel refreshed. Although there are no flowers, the room is filled with fragrance.
In the room, a woman wearing a goose-yellow brocade floor-length skirt with clusters of flowers was standing with her hands down. When Zhang Qingjiu came in, there was a slight doubt in her eyes.
But her manner was generous and her expression was indifferent, "I wonder what this gentleman meant by what he just said?"
There were slight wet marks where the woman was standing, and a broken teacup was placed on the small table beside her.
Zhang Qingjiu looked her up and down and nodded, "It is indeed the Hongluan star that is moving."
When the woman heard this, her expression finally changed slightly, she waved her hand and asked the maid to go over and close the door.
When there were only two people left in the room, the woman was filled with happiness and said, "Please tell me, sir."
Zhang Qingjiu slowly closed his eyes.
When the maid saw this, she immediately took out a banknote from her pocket and placed it on the table with a skillful and natural movement.
Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows.
The woman smiled calmly and said, "This is three hundred taels, sir, please clarify my doubts."
Zhang Qingjiu sighed softly, opened his eyes and looked at the woman, "What has been decided is irreversible. We are chess pieces in it. If you want to relive the old dream, don't ask for forgiveness."
Hearing Zhang Qingjiu's words, the maid on the side frowned tightly. The woman's eyes changed again and again, and finally she gave a wry smile, "I understand, thank you sir for your instructions."
For some people, she will speak straightforwardly.
For some people, it is not good to speak too bluntly.
The woman in front of me is a smart person.
She understands what she said.
But whether she can do it or not is up to her.
"Then..." Zhang Qingjiu raised the corners of his lips and pointed to the banknotes on the table.
"Shuang'er, hurry up." The woman immediately nodded towards the maid.
Zhang Qingjiu took the banknote and said, "Goodbye."
After Zhang Qingjiu left, the maid breathed angrily and said, "Miss, what did this man say? Why can't I understand a word of this slave? She looks so open-eyed at the sight of money, can you believe it?"
The woman smiled bitterly, "Believe it or not, she was right. After eight days, I will be the chess piece."
Chunfeng returned to the house proudly, Zhang Qingjiu slapped the banknotes in his hand on the table domineeringly, "It's a good day today, open to eat."
Three hundred taels? Murong Chunlai was slightly startled. In less than half an hour, where did this woman get so many banknotes?
But... Murong Chunlai raised his lips and smiled, "This banknote can only be used to pay for this table's food."
The chopsticks Zhang Qingjiu picked up fell on the table with a clatter, and it took him a while to utter two words, "profiteer."