"But... but little girls are not good at drinking!" Facing the temptation of money and famous stabs, Yong Ruo struggled to death.
"Girl can drink tea. I ordered a lot of dishes, and you can also taste the chef's skills in this shop." Feng Liao's smile became more reserved, and her eyes returned to calm.
After ordering a lot of dishes... Yong Ruo surrendered and decided to stay and have a good meal.
It's just eating and chatting, and I didn't let you fuck! What can't you do? Did you spend less time with customers in your previous life? ! Anyway, the brown rice porridge I drank for dinner has long been digested, and my stomach is hungry!
"Since that's the case, it's better to be respectful, little girl." Only food and love can't be let down!
"Girl, please!" Feng Liao still held one hand behind her back, and stretched the other hand towards the table. The smile on her face became more gentle and perfect.
There is a large round table in the middle of the elegant room.
At this time, there were eight cold dishes on the round table, including candied dates, fried peanuts, cold fungus, cold dried bamboo shoots, sausage slices, bacon, smoked chicken, and smoked rabbit. Four meat and four vegetables, just looking at it makes people salivate.
Now that he decided to eat and chat with him, Yong Ruo put the bamboo basket aside and sat down at the table, with his back to the side wall and the window on the right.
Feng Liao sat down opposite her with a smile on her face. He actually picked up the teapot and poured Yong Ruo a cup of tea with his own hands.
Yong Ruozuo seemed overwhelmed by flattery, and thought to himself: Mr. Feng is so big, how many people have you poured tea for? She could see that he was not very skilled in pouring tea, but his hands were steady, and there was no accident of pouring tea on the table.
After pouring the tea, Mr. Feng poured himself another glass of wine.
Your son's etiquette is elegant, except for the unskilled movement of pouring tea, his every move is as smooth and natural as flowing clouds and flowing water, with a classical subtle beauty, which looks pleasing to the eye. But if I want to play with this etiquette with him, Yong Ruo will feel uncomfortable - I just want to gobble it up and eat to my heart's content, and I don't want to pretend to be a lady at all!
So, without waiting for Mr. Feng to raise her glass, raise her chopsticks, and let the guests go, she directly picked up the chopsticks, put a piece of sausage into her mouth, and chewed with her eyes closed, her mouth was immediately filled with the aroma of meat and sesame oil.
Wow... She sighed in her heart with satisfaction: It's so delicious that I burst into tears!
She wore it last winter, and she has not known the taste of meat for a long time!
Seeing her pick up the chopsticks and eat directly, Feng Liao was obviously stunned.
But seeing Yong Ruo's satisfied face, he found it interesting again, so he folded his hands casually in front of him, sat there very upright and elegant, and watched her eat with a smile.
After Yong Ruo finished eating a piece of sausage, he put another piece into his mouth, chewed it carefully, and swallowed it slowly, his sense of happiness rose sharply.
Looking up at Feng Liao's posture and expression, she took advantage of the time to pick up the vegetables and said, "Young Master Feng, you think it's strange? Obviously I speak very elegantly, why don't you even know the basic dining etiquette?"
The corners of Feng Liao's lips fluttered slightly, a smile flickered in her eyes, and she humbly asked her for advice: "I have this question. And you didn't call yourself 'little girl', but started to say 'I'."
Yong Ruo picked up a piece of bacon, smiled lightly, and his smile was a little unpredictable: "The existence of etiquette has its own value and reason. However, in essence, etiquette is also something that binds people. Why do you need to be restrained all the time? "Put the bacon in your mouth, chew and taste it carefully.
Feng Liao leaned forward slightly: "What do you mean by that?"
Yong Ruo slowly swallowed the bacon in his mouth, and then smiled and said: "This can only be understood, not expressed in words. The young master condescends to look down on a mere flower girl, and the little girl is very grateful. The young master is telling the truth. The young master is wise and understanding, and he cherishes the weak and the poor, so why should a mere little girl explain this clearly?" After finishing speaking, he continued to eat. The restraint and destruction of human nature by feudal ethics is the consensus of modern society, but she would never dare to say those words of "no king, no father, great rebellion".
Feng Liao looked at her puzzled for a while, then frowned tightly and fell into deep thought.
Yong Ruo continued to enjoy the food, savoring all the dishes in the remaining cold dishes.
The proprietress brought the waiter to serve hot dishes, but Mr. Feng was still in a daze.
The hot dishes were served one by one. Serve one dish, and the proprietress will report the name of the dish once: Kung Pao Chicken, Crispy Duck, Tanzi Meat, Squirrel Sea Bass, Stir-fried Shrimp, Red Braised Lamb, Drunken Chinese Yam, Mapo Tofu; in addition, there are stewed pigeon soup, minced radish meat Porridge, three delicacies dumplings, shiitake mushrooms and mutton buns. There is a table full of delicacies, including several cuisines, including those that fly in the sky, those that run on the ground, those that swim in the water, and those that grow in the soil.
Yong Ruo sighed from the bottom of his heart: What a crime! There are so many dishes, how can two people finish them? !
She glanced at Feng Liao who still hadn't recovered, and thought: Can I take away the unfinished food
Feeling a little thirsty, she served herself a bowl of pigeon soup, drinking it slowly while observing Feng Liao's expression.
Feng Liao was clearly in deep thought. The fingertip of his right index finger unconsciously draws circles on the back of his left index finger; sometimes he nods slightly, sometimes shakes his head slightly; A good student who thinks! His little movement of drawing circles with his fingers is also quite cute.
After Yong Ruo finished a bowl of soup, she tasted all the hot dishes again, it was so delicious that she almost swallowed her tongue.
Then she saw Feng Liao's face gradually showing a sudden look, and finally, as if enlightened, she exclaimed: "Good! Well said!" His expression and tone were very excited, he stood up, and solemnly looked at Yong Ruo She cupped her hands and saluted, "Young lady's words are really shocking! I've learned from you!"
Yong Ruo smiled, and got up to return the gift: "Young Master, you are polite!" As expected of your noble son, what a courtesy!
Feng Liao's excitement hadn't passed yet, and she said again: "The girl said it very well, what you said can only be understood, not expressed in words. Haha..."
After speaking, he didn't know what he thought of, and he suddenly laughed, with a look of uncontrollable laughter. After laughing, he picked up the wine glass and raised it towards Yongruo: "Just for this reason, let me explain it to you!"
Yong Ruo smiled politely, picked up the teacup, clinked it with his wine glass, and took a sip: "Young Master, you are welcome! The little girl deserves it." This Mr. Feng is so excited, did he really figure it out, or Accidentally misspelled
Feng Liao looked at her teacup regretfully: "Girl really don't want to drink a little?" He pointed to a small wine jug on the table, "That jug is filled with plum blossom wine, and it's just for female guests. Yes, less intoxicating."
Yong Ruo firmly declined: "Thank you, my lord, for your kindness. The little girl is really not good at drinking."
Feng Liao no longer insisted.
He drank the wine in his glass, poured it for himself, and looked at Yongruo with a smile: "The girl said, 'Why do you have to be restrained all the time', why do you call yourself a 'little girl'? 'I'?"
Yong Ruo said: "It's restraint to care about calling yourself 'little girl' or 'I'." Just like in the modern society of the previous life, ordinary people called themselves "Zhen", "Bengong" and "Aijia", so who cares
Feng Liao stopped pouring the wine, then nodded, and continued to pour the wine: "That makes sense!" Holding the pot in one hand, he raised the glass to Yong Ruo with the other, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp. Then he no longer sat upright, but leaned back against the back of the chair easily, with his hands resting casually on the armrests.
"If you don't drink, eat more vegetables!" he said.
Yongruo nodded and ate mapo tofu. After eating another piece. Another piece...
Feng Liao looked at it for a while, then asked her: "Young lady like tofu?"
Love tofu? Yong Ruo was embarrassed by the extended meaning that jumped out of his heart, and almost choked. He hurriedly swallowed the tofu in his mouth, and said seriously: "It's okay. In fact, I like to eat delicious food. I keep picking tofu, because I have a little thought..."
"What care?"
Yong Ruo showed a bright smile: "Mr. Feng, if I haven't finished eating these dishes, can I pack the leftovers and take them home?" In this era, there are no fast food boxes and food bags, and I don't know what to pack. Pick up the leftovers that are easy to carry.
Feng Liao was puzzled, and asked, "What are you doing with the leftovers? Here..." Suddenly, his voice stopped, and he changed his words with some hesitation, "...do you want to bring...someone else to eat?"
"Yes!" Yong Ruo admitted generously, "Mr. Feng, this is part of the suffering of the people! And it's not for others to eat, but for my family. Do you know how long our family hasn't eaten meat? Three years Too much! Tonight, I have cooked the last bit of brown rice in the house. Everyone shared a bowl of thick porridge with a little pickle. We can only eat half full. And this... is already our holiday meal .” Thinking about it makes me sad!
Mr. Feng was silent, imagining such a situation, and after a while he said: "What does your family do? Why are you in this situation?"
Yong Ruo thought for a while: If I tell him the situation, will he seek justice for my family and get some compensation? ! She inherited the memory and skills of her predecessor, so she knew very well about the downfall of the Yong family.
After thinking about it for a while, she quickly made a decision: it's a bet!
It's best to win the bet, and you have nothing to lose if you lose the bet.
"Our family used to live well..." She served herself a bowl of pigeon soup and took a sip, "but nearly three years ago..."