After the Fang family's sedan chair was parked outside the restaurant, the sedan chairman pressed down the sedan chair, and a little maid wearing the emerald green silk embroidered satin jacket produced by the Fang family came over and whispered against the sedan door, "Miss, we arrive."
"Yeah." Just answered, but the voice was soft and waxy. Just listening to the voice made people think that the eldest lady of the Fang family must be a beauty.
"Is this the eldest miss of the Fang family?" In the hall, the diners whispered.
"Definitely, look at the girl next to you, the girls are more beautiful than the first brand of Huahong House. Except for the eldest miss of the Fang family, who can have such a big hand." Another person said with great certainty.
Although what she said was a bit vulgar, it was also the truth. Although that little girl was only sixteen or seventeen, her appearance was one of the best in this Splendid City.
The little girl's ears moved, her little face wrinkled in displeasure, and she could hear their whispers even after such a distance, this maid's kung fu would not be too weak.
Fang Zhijin walked out of the sedan chair, turned to look at the restaurant on the left, and then looked at a plaque hanging on the second floor of the restaurant, which had two big characters written on it—happy living.
She came for these two words.
Fang Zhijin walked into the restaurant with lotus steps, and was greeted by the big shopkeeper who had been standing behind the counter. Number one, if it wasn't for the huge sum of money this hospitable owner spent, he wouldn't have gone to be the shopkeeper of a new restaurant that has been open for less than a month.
"Miss Fang, please stay safe."
"The wine shopkeeper, why are you here?" Fang Zhijin also knew the shopkeeper. Originally, the shopkeeper was the head shopkeeper of the largest restaurant in Jinxiu City, but he was kicked out because he offended the owner, but he was very good at being a man. Not only was he not suppressed after that, but many people wanted to invite him.
"The boss appreciates me, so I'll just eat here." The shopkeeper snorted, "Is Miss Fang coming for dinner, or is there something wrong?" The small temple can accommodate a big Buddha like the brocade below.
"I want to ask, who wrote the words on the plaque in your restaurant?"
"This..." The wine shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect Fang Zhijin to come here for this. "To tell the truth, I really don't know who wrote this plaque, but the plaque was sent by the boss."
"Oh? I don't know if the boss is here, can I see him?" Fang Zhijin's eyes lit up, and a little surprise flashed on his face.
"This... Although the boss is here, but..." The wine shopkeeper glanced upstairs, the boss seemed to have a good temper, but last time a junior rushed in without knocking on the door and was thrown directly downstairs, almost missing The leg was broken. When the boss is eating, he is the most taboo to be disturbed. Even if he is the shopkeeper, he does not dare to disturb him casually. But the wine shopkeeper still finds it strange, why did he fall from the second floor, that little Er was only in pain all over his body for a few days, but he was not injured.
"It's okay, I can wait." Fang Zhijin didn't have the temper of an ordinary lady from a big family, but her "personality" was very gentle.
"Okay, please, Miss Fang upstairs in the private room, I will tell you when the boss comes out later." The wine shopkeeper brought Fang Zhijin to the upstairs private room, and ordered a few plates of delicate desserts. The maid waited on her in the private room, and then backed out first.
Qi Huan and Mo Ye stayed in the private room for an entire afternoon, but Qi Huan was an immortal. No matter how much they ate, they would not endure until they had eaten all the meat on both tables. He pulled Mo Yebai's sleeves and wiped his mouth with force.
Mo Ye raised his eyebrows, unmoved by Qi Huan's provocative actions.
Qi Huan wanted to punch him very much when he saw his half-smile but not smiling. It was enough to eat a meal for an hour or two, but halfway through the meal, she asked a lot, "Aren't you going to eat?" As a result, she was pushed down on the coffee table beside her, and he devoured her completely, leaving no residue.
"Are you full? Do you want us to eat more?"
"Hmph, don't eat, I'm in a bad mood." He glared at Mo Ye fiercely, Qi Huan patted the table and stood up, then sat down softly.
Too much exercise and weak legs.
Mo Ye leaned over to Qi Huan's side, with a smile on his lips, one hand stretched out to Qi Huan's thigh to measure, and gently kneaded, letting Qi Huan's stiff muscles relax a little.
"Would you like me to carry you back?" Seeing that Qi Huan didn't resist, Mo Ye took her into his arms, holding Qi Huan's waist with one hand, and wandering around more and more recklessly with the other.
"Well..." Qi Huan leaned in Mo Ye's arms, squinted her eyes and snorted, but then she remembered that this is the human world, and it's still ancient. No need to go out anymore. "No, let's go quickly, we haven't eaten the small dinner yet."
Only then did Qi Huan remember that there was an apprentice in the family who hadn't been fed. She is a typical one who is full and the whole family is not hungry. Now that she can think of Qiao Qiao, it is not bad.
"Don't worry, I have everything ready. Qiao Qiao can eat it as long as she warms it up." Mo Ye felt that he was more like Qiao Qiao's master than Qi Huan. And the more he develops now, the more like a full-time family cook. The only thing that makes him dissatisfied is that the two have yet to get married.
Although in Mo Ye's eyes, getting married was just a process and meaningless, but now, he is very eager for this process. It was a promise that the two of them belonged only to each other from now on.
"Oh, that's good, let's go, go home." Seeing that the man's hand was getting more and more presumptuous, Qi Huan clamped his legs, preventing Mo Ye's hand from continuing to explore inside, and then pulled it away come out.
"Okay." Looking around, Mo Ye nodded in agreement. Although it is more interesting to change places occasionally, it is too small and there is no bed yet, so it is better to be at home.
If Qi Huan knew this was what Mo Ye had in mind, I wonder if she would rush home so impatiently.
Mo Ye took Qi Huan's hand and just walked out of the door of the private room, when he saw a 10-year-old woman with a very attractive appearance standing outside the private room with her hands down, and a maid with an ugly face beside her. .
"Is something wrong?" Mo Ye glanced at the two women who were blocking his way, with a flat expression. In the eyes of others, Fang Zhijin's appearance may be called a "color", but in his eyes, it is no different from others.
Fang Zhijin may have rarely met the kind of man who is unmoved by her appearance. When asked by Mo Ye, he was stunned and didn't know what to say.
"My lady wants to ask you a favor." Before Fang Zhijin could speak, the girl behind her stood up. His tone was very tough, as if he was telling Mo Ye that it was a great blessing to be able to help my young lady.
"Cui'er." Fang Zhijin called out to the maid next to her displeasedly. The little girl stuck her tongue out and backed away. No wonder she was so angry, their young lady came at noon, but no one came out until the sun went down, and then she simply stood outside the door, but they had been standing here for more than two hours.
"Hello, my name is Fang Zhijin. I want to ask who wrote the plaque outside your restaurant. I want to ask him to write an embroidery pattern for me."
Qi Huan listened from behind, her small mouth pouted, and she pinched the soft flesh around Mo Ye's waist very badly. Don't you know how to write a few words, and there are people who come to ask for words! Hmph, she can also write, although it's a bit ugly...
"I wrote the words. As for helping you, I'm sorry, I don't write for others." Mo Ye squeezed Qi Huan's dishonest little hand and turned to look at Qi Huan. The message in his eyes made Qi Huan shiver. After a moment, he hurriedly wanted to draw his hand, but Mo Ye held his hand firmly and couldn't pull it back.
His words carry his own anger, and the words inscribed on the plaque are because the anger has almost dissipated due to exposure to the sun, and this restaurant is very popular, so it did not cause any trouble, and also mentioned a little here. Feng Shui pattern.
But if it is hung up by ordinary people, it is very likely that this family will be completely cut off. You must know that the breath of a ghost is enough to kill the people in this city.
"Please be sure to help, this is about my Fang's family... I..." Fang Zhijin only spoke halfway, and suddenly covered her small mouth, almost saying the wrong thing in front of outsiders.
"not my business."
Mo Ye's indifferent answer made Fang Zhijin's eyes turn red, and the little girl beside her was flushed with anger, as if she was going to come up to find Mo Ye desperately.