As soon as Feng Xingying went out, a man dressed as a butler in Tsing Yi saluted and handed over a gold-plated invitation:
"Miss Feng, today is the birthday of the third daughter of Manager Ji of our Kowloon Trading Company. I would like to invite you to visit her."
"Third daughter? You gave birth at the right time. Do you have enough food for your birthday party?"
"It's enough, of course it's enough. Our Lord personally hunted a spirit tiger and a spirit turtle, and prepared them to entertain guests." Feng Xingying's foodie attributes yesterday may have spread throughout Kowloon City.
Feng Xingying didn't think there was anything wrong. He chuckled, looked at the housekeeper, and asked again: "Did you go swimming in the lake last night?"
"Yes." The housekeeper gritted his teeth and nodded helplessly, but he did not deny it: "Miss Feng's formation is exquisite, and I have great respect for you."
"Well, let's go. Anyway, I have to find a place to make a living. Since your master is so enthusiastic, let's go for a while."
Huangfu's mind was full of questions. Last night he saw the housekeeper sent out by the formation and back again, but Feng Xingying was sleeping at that time. How did she know? And how did she know that the man was going to swim in the lake? Huangfu didn't even notice this.
Fortunately, Huangfu was a little scared when Feng Xingying tapped his acupuncture point, and he knew the importance of keeping his mouth shut.
There was a speeding car to see me off, and soon we arrived at Kowloon Trading Company, which is the largest trading house in Kowloon City.
This morning, there were many people who wanted to invite the mysterious girl with purple gauze. Why was it that only this housekeeper could successfully invite people? The answer is actually very simple. No one dares to go against Kowloon Trading Company.
And it was them who Feng Xingying was waiting for.
When Feng Xingying got off the bus, a young man came to greet him with a seven or eight-year-old girl.
"I'm Ji Changgeng, the steward of Jiulong Trading Company. This is my little girl Yue Ya'er."
"Are you just celebrating this little princess's birthday?" Feng Xingying smiled.
"Exactly." Ji Changgeng didn't expect that the mysterious girl with purple gauze rumored to be Ye Lingxin's disciple was so easy to talk to.
"I've prepared a family banquet and invited the chef from Lingshi Restaurant. I hope the girl will be satisfied."
"Oh? Shall I give it a try?" Feng Xingying squinted and added: "We have agreed that I am just here to eat and drink, and I may not necessarily do business with you."
"It doesn't matter, this is my house, let's just talk about the food and nothing else." This Ji Changgeng is a cheerful person.
Yue Ya'er also seemed very happy, rushing over to hug the steamed bun: "I heard that my sister's pet is very edible. I didn't expect it to be so small."
At this time, Mantou had just woken up and was a little excited when he heard that there was something to eat. Hearing the little girl's teasing, he couldn't help but get angry:
"You are young, and your whole family is young. If I transform, I can swallow your entire yard!"
The little girl was so intimidating that even Mantou's small body scared her so much that she hid behind Ji Changgeng.
This time, Ji Changgeng was sincere. The cooks cooked the bones and flesh of spirit tigers and spirit turtles in various ways, and also mixed them with medicinal materials. Although they were not as good as Qin Molin's medicinal recipes, they were still very good.
Feng Xingying and the steamed buns both ate some.
The worst thing is that after eating, she felt sleepy!
"I heard that your Kowloon Trading Company is holding an auction tonight?" Feng Xingying stopped playing charades with him in order to go back to bed early.
"It's true that the auction is tonight, but the grand finale of our auction has been temporarily removed." Ji Changgeng sighed.