Cuiyuan, as its name suggests, has an ancient vermilion gate. After entering, you will see lush trees. The pavilions, pavilions, waterside pavilions and terraces in the garden all give off a luxurious atmosphere.
This is not a park, but a hotel, a high-end and outrageous hotel - it was rebuilt from a prince's mansion in the late Qing Dynasty. With the sound of a gunshot, the Qing Dynasty fell apart, and at the same time, it also ended China.
During the feudal rule of more than 1,800 years, all those princes and concubines packed up their clothes and ran away to nowhere in order to save their lives. The luxurious mansion could not be moved, so they had no choice but to stay.
After liberation, these mansions were distributed to some meritorious people or some powerful people, and the boss here is said to be a descendant of an old man.
Although Yan Murong has never been here, he also knows that there is such a place. Looking at the scenery in the garden, Yan Murong secretly sighed in his heart, with such a beautiful scenery, even the emperor would probably forget to leave. Who would have the time to control the country?
It's business-----it's business to find a few concubines here and have an unobstructed party to have fun.
He didn't want to come, but he had no choice. Teng Xiangling told him directly that if he didn't go, he would invite Su Qingwu to his home and she would cook in person.
The dishes here are complete, and you can eat all kinds of cuisines. Of course, the price is also quite expensive. As for why Teng Xiangling chose this place, Yan Murong didn't know, but he knew that this woman was not short of money and would eat here.
One meal is not a big deal.
There is no hall in Cuiyuan, only private rooms, and there are also differences between private rooms. They are divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower. At the same time, opinions highlight the status difference between anyone.
Among them, Tenglong Pavilion and Phoenix Garden are the two most top-notch private rooms in Cuiyuan. Most people are not eligible to enter. Moreover, it is said that there are descendants of the palace chefs who specialize in cooking there, and only two tables are cooked there a day -
---Those who can enter to eat inside have status and status that are at the level of dragons and phoenixes among people.
Teng Xiangling had booked the Qiuhan Pavilion, which was a mid-level private room. After the two parked the car, a waitress wearing the costume of a palace maid came forward and respectfully invited them to enter.
When she opened the door and walked in, Su Qingwu was already sitting there, sipping a cup of fragrant tea.
"Sister Qingwu, I'm really sorry. I didn't expect you to come so early." Teng Xiangling walked over, sat down next to Su Qingwu, and said with an apologetic look.
"Sister Xiang Ling, why are you being so polite? I just have nothing to do, and you said you wanted to treat me to dinner, so I'll come in advance." Su Qingwu smiled tenderly, picked up a purple clay teapot on the table, and gave it to Teng Xiang
Ling poured a cup of tea and said, "The Longjing here is pretty good, you can try it."
"Gee, thank you, sister." Teng Xiangling thanked her, then picked up the teacup and took a sip.
Yan Murong stood at the door, and her steps immediately became messy as she stepped out -----What are these two women doing? They were fighting to death when they met yesterday -----You really have a mistress's face.
, such vicious words have been spoken. Logically speaking, even if Teng Xiangling invites you to dinner, the two of them should just exchange polite greetings with cold faces, and then talk about business. After talking about business, they should have a drink and pay the bill.
Man, this is the correct plot development path.
But why do these two women look like sisters wearing the same skirt?
Yan Murong's eyes widened, and he couldn't see clearly why the reality was so weird.
"What are you looking at? Why don't you come and sit down? It's like a telegraph pole." Teng Xiangling rolled her eyes at Yan Murong charmingly and said coquettishly. "Don't let Sister Qingwu think you have no manners at all."
In other words, it's like a woman giving a lesson to the men in her family.
"It's okay." Su Qingwu smiled. "He's like this, I'm used to it."
Damn it, this is right, a stone finally fell to the ground in Yan Murong's heart ----- This kind of secret fight is in line with the development line of the plot. Why do you have to be so intimate? I thought you two were wearing the same skirt.
Shocking.
If the two women are really good, then he will be in danger.
Neither of these two women is a light-hearted person, each is so sinister and terrifying. If these two women get together, God knows how embarrassed Yan Murong will be in the future.
Sometimes, one plus one not only equals two. When a man and a woman are added together, it is equal to three. What if two women are added together? It is very simple - one woman is equal to five hundred.
In duck terms, two women add up to one thousand.
Think about what it would be like to have a thousand ducks croaking in your ears every day. Moreover, each of these thousand ducks will bite.
In the end, Yan Murong's manly sentiments were fully displayed. He ignored the two women and sat directly on the other side of the round table, looking at each other across the table from the two women, staring at each other with big eyes and small eyes——
-No one can manipulate me arbitrarily.
The consequence of this was that Yan Murong had to sit back again in the end.
Cuiyuan's service is very attentive. When everyone is here, they serve the food, and the food is served very quickly - before Yan Murong's buttocks are warm, rows of waiters wearing palace maid costumes have already served them.
Opening the door and filing in, one after another exquisite dishes with full color, flavor and aroma were served. But the problem was-----the table was too big. Three people ordered six dishes and they were all placed in front of two women.
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So, Yan Murong, who only had a bowl of millet porridge in the afternoon, complained in his heart that the boss here made the table too big, then he moved his butt unruly and sat next to the two women.
The two women looked at each other and smiled, then picked up their chopsticks and started eating without talking about business at all. Yan Murong was even more direct. No matter what the beauty was sitting in front of, the most important thing was to feed her belly.
Just when Yan Murong opened his cheeks and was about to throw a small fish as thick as a finger into his mouth, there was a loud noise outside.
"Sir, you can't go in."
"Get out of the way, I saw my sister-in-law." An extremely arrogant man's voice came out, and then the door of the box was pushed open from the outside. A young man wearing an Armani summer dress with long and shiny hair came out.
When I walked in, what was even more outrageous was that although it was summer, it was almost eight o'clock and the sky was getting dark. This guy was actually wearing a pair of toad glasses.
When the man saw Su Qingwu sitting at the table, her oily little face suddenly smiled like a chrysanthemum.
"Sister-in-law, it's really you." The man looked at Su Qingwu and laughed. Then, without waiting for Su Qingwu to speak, he turned to the door and shouted outside. "Brother, sister-in-law is here, come here quickly."