Jing Xin first served Mo Liancheng a bowl of soup.
Mo Liancheng couldn't wait to take a sip, and his handsome face showed surprise, "I really didn't know you could cook? I didn't expect the lotus root to be so delicious. And there are so many ways to make it."
"There's a lot you don't know."
"That's true." Mo Liancheng nodded in agreement.
Then, Qu Tan'er calmly looked at the three people standing next to her. There were originally five sets of bowls and chopsticks, but three unexpected visitors took the place that originally belonged to them, and said: "Yu Hao, Shi Xue, Jing Xin, please add three more sets of bowls and chopsticks, and you can sit down and eat together."
"Master, we..." Jing Xin was startled.
Mo Fengyang smiled falsely and said: "Sister-in-law of the Eighth Prince, we are all noble people, how can we sit at the same table with the servants?"
"My things are just for the servants to eat. Those who think they have a noble status can leave."
"Sister-in-law of the Eighth Prince, you—" Mo Fengyang started angrily.
"I made the food, and I can treat whoever I want to eat. Who cares? Prince, don't you think so?" Qu Tan'er responded calmly, and decisively issued the eviction order without any pretense, without giving any face. Mo Fengyang. For this kind of woman who always wants to make trouble, she is going to be punished to death. Anyway, she should have been offended long ago, and she doesn't care about one more thing.
Smartly, she involved Mo Liancheng again.
If he dared to say otherwise, she would immediately kick him off the table. She could reluctantly accept the two men, but she just didn't want Mo Fengyang to eat her own food, which would insult her craftsmanship.
In an instant, everyone's eyes fell on Mo Liancheng.
Waiting for Mo Liancheng to deal with it.
What Qu Tan'er said was reasonable, but not unreasonable.
In the ancient times when hierarchy was strict, what Mo Fengyang proposed was not wrong. A servant could not sit at the same table as his master. In everyone's minds, except Qu Tan'er, everyone thought it was a matter of course. However, Qu Tan'er insists on breaking this point. To put it nicely, it means being informal, but to put it badly, it means not distinguishing between superiority and inferiority, and being willing to fall.
Mo Liancheng took it indifferently, glanced at Qu Tan'er fondly, and said with a smile: "No matter what Tan'er said, it's all right."
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Mo Jingxuan, Yu Hao and other acquaintances looked as expected.
Except Xiao Li! He had the biggest reaction! He has never seen such an unscrupulous friend. He couldn't help but stare at Mo Liancheng with a strange expression. Is he really me? Or is there someone disguised as a replacement
The next moment, Mo Fengyang left angrily!
He strode to the door and paused, probably hoping that someone would stop him and give him a step up, but his character was so bad that no one asked him to stay. Mo Liancheng turned a blind eye, Mo Jingxuan lowered his head to drink the soup, but Xiao Han had always been cold and cold, and the rest of the people were even less likely to speak for her.
Finally, the annoying woman left...
The surrounding air suddenly became a lot fresher.
A smile finally appeared on Qu Tan'er's face, and she continued to tell Jing Xin to add dishes and chopsticks.
There were seven people at a table, and the excitement started again, but at the same time, it turned into a stormy meeting - nothing unusual at first, but as there were fewer and fewer dishes on the table, the atmosphere suddenly became tense. When those pairs of chopsticks were flying around, and a piece of fried lotus root was spinning around... Qu Tan'er finally admitted that each dish she served was too little.
Because the dishes were served in two portions, Xiao Wei was asked to take one portion for Yue La and the servants to try.