"Oh oh oh, Rong Xiao, take a look at the menu.
You two can sit inside."
The waiter was kicked out, straightened his body and stepped forward to invite Shen Yinqiu and Shen Yinqiu to take their seats.
Shen Yinqiu followed Wan Qiyan closely and sat down next to him.
He listened to the waiter read out a list of dish names and looked at him sympathetically and said, "Your shopkeeper is so cruel.
Does he often beat you?"
The waiter lowered his voice pitifully: "No, my shopkeeper never hits me."
"But he kicked you out just now, very hard."
"Yeah, he always just kicks me and crushes me."
Shen Yinqiu sighed, took out a piece of silver from his wallet and gave it to him: "This is for you, don't let your shopkeeper see it."
Waiter: ""Oh my god, where did the young master find such an innocent and kind-hearted girl?
He glanced at Wan Qiyan secretly, and after receiving a nod, he pretended to be grateful and accepted the money.
The shopkeeper closed the door of the restaurant, and she didn't know how many charcoal stoves were used.
Shen Yinqiu, who was wearing two big cloaks, didn't feel the cold at all.
She saw that the waiter was busy in the kitchen, and the shopkeeper was looking down to settle accounts, so she understood Kai Wanqiyan folded his big cloak and put it aside.
He smiled and said, "There are no customers in this restaurant, but the charcoal stove is burning so brightly.
It's so warm that it doesn't feel cold anymore."
Wan Qiyan hummed and poured her a cup of hot tea.
Shen Yinqiu held the tea cup and looked at the restaurant up and down.
At this time, the shopkeeper went to the kitchen and brought out two bowls of soup.
"My dear guests, please drink some black-bone chicken soup to warm yourself up in the cold weather.
The other dishes will be ready soon."
Shen Yinqiu looked at the steaming soup and was very greedy.
Sure enough, steamed buns would taste delicious when she was hungry.
But when she saw Master Yan not moving, she didn't dare to drink it herself.
Out of curiosity, he asked the shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper, what time does your shop open until?
Are there usually many customers at night?"
The shopkeeper smiled and waved his hand: "It's open until dawn, how can there be more?
You two are the only ones here this month."
"Well, then your restaurant will suffer losses if you open it day and night."
The shopkeeper was stunned for a while, then showed a heavy expression and said: "This is all for our boss's wife.
It was a stormy night, the boss and the boss's wife had a quarrel, and for some reason, the boss's wife ran away in anger and never came back.
The boss regretted it and asked the tavern to watch it day and night, hoping that the landlady would come back one day. " Shen Yinqiu was confused.
"Girl, do you have any questions?"
the shopkeeper asked again with a smile on his face.
Shen Yinqiu shook his head: "No, no more, thank you."
After the shopkeeper left, Shen Yinqiu held her chin in thought, "What a story the shopkeeper made to amuse her."
"It's not that I'm hungry, why don't I drink soup?
It's that I don't like this."
Seeing her frowning, Wan Qiyan asked, picking up the tea cup and taking a sip.
"No, no, I don't dare to drink even if you don't drink.
I think the shopkeeper is weird.
Could he be doing something illegal, like knocking us out and kidnapping us to sell us?
Otherwise, the restaurant should have closed down long ago."
Wan Qiyan didn’t swallow the tea she just drank, nor did she spit it out.
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What on earth is in this little girl’s head?
He had no choice but to take a sip of the soup and said, "No problem, drink it quickly."
Shen Yinqiu nodded, drank the tea first, and after a sigh, he almost picked up the teapot and opened it, "Do all the guests in this restaurant use Maojian?"
Wan Qiyan didn't expect that she could drink it like this, so she shook her head and said, "I haven't studied tea, so I don't know."
Shen Yinqiu glanced sideways at the shopkeeper who looked at them with a smile, and then looked at the emerald-colored tea in the cup.
The fine tips were placed in the rough teapot and bowl.
It felt like a waste of natural resources.
But she was starving to death, so why did she care so much?
While the chicken soup was still hot, she lowered her head, picked up a spoon, scooped it up, and drank it slowly.
"The food is here" As soon as Shen Yinqiu finished drinking the soup, he saw the waiter with a white scarf tied around his waist bringing the dishes.
The aroma of the dishes was overflowing all the way.
“Chicken fat mushrooms” “Dry Stir-fried Shredded Beef” “Three Fresh Duck Tongues” "evergreen" “Wubao Pheasant” “Kung Pao Hare” “Lotus Tofu” Shen Yinqiu saw that the empty table was gradually filled, and finally a bowl of white rice was placed in front of her.
"Seven dishes and one soup, you two can use it slowly.
If you need anything, you can order more."
The waiter stepped aside respectfully.
Shen Yinqiu twitched his index finger when he saw it.
Wan Qiyan knew that if he didn't eat, this girl wouldn't eat either, so he moved his chopsticks and said, "Eat, it's okay."
Shen Yinqiu nodded, picked up a piece of rabbit meat and put it into her mouth.
The smooth and tender taste immediately conquered her.
The smell of meat was overflowing.
The waiter, who was huddled at the counter with the shopkeeper, looked at them eagerly and whispered, "I'm already hungry."
The shopkeeper tightened his belt: "I'm not the same.
Is there anything else in the kitchen?"
The waiter straightened up immediately and said, "Of course, wait."
He secretly picked up two plates of dishes, hid under the counter, and ate them together with the shopkeeper.
Shen Yinqiu was eating happily and said in surprise: "What's the name of this restaurant?
The food they make is so delicious."
Wan Qiyan smiled and said, "Good food restaurant."
"They also treat guests with top-notch Maojian.
This restaurant, Yan Daxia, must be not simple."
After Shen Yinqiu finished speaking, he went to pick up the food.
Although there were seven dishes, the portions on each plate were not large.
Shen Yinqiu cleared away seven or eight of them by herself.
She couldn't stop eating the delicious food.
If her stomach hadn't been so full that she felt uncomfortable, she would have continued to eat.
When she put down her chopsticks, she couldn't help but ponder, could she be so good at eating?
"Aww" Wan Qiyan's hand shaking the tea almost spilled the tea.
He looked up at her and said, "I'm not full."
Shen Yinqiu scratched her cheek in embarrassment, "I'm too full."
She turned back to look at the counter and said strangely, "Hey, where are the shopkeeper and the waiter?"
Wan Qiyan also looked over.
The shopkeeper said while eating: "Get out of here and show your face."
The waiter chewed the meat and said, "Why didn't you go out?
They must want to pay."
"Get out of here" The shopkeeper kicked him over, and the waiter was kicked out again.
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He picked up the towel on his shoulder and wiped his hands.
He ran to Shen Yinqiu with a naive smile and said, "Your Majesty, you are ready."
Shen Yinqiu stared at the grease stains on the corner of his mouth and nodded, "How much money is it in total?"
The waiter said casually: "Twelve taels."
Shen Yinqiu's eyes widened, and he took out another ingot of silver from his purse and gave it to him.
He turned back to Wan Qiyan and said, "Master Yan, this pot of tea has more than ten taels."
Wan Qiyan said: "Ignore him.
If you're sleepy, take a rest here.
I'll take you back at midnight."
"Okay, we must go back before dawn."
"Hmm.
I haven't asked you yet, why are you locked up in the ancestral hall?"
Wan Qiyan asked pretending to be casual while sipping tea.
Shen Yinqiu said it in one sentence: "Because my elder brother came back from an outing, I was the only one absent from dinner, so I was punished.
I had to copy the women's rules a hundred times before I could be released from the ancestral hall."
Wan Qiyan's face under the mask frowned, and he shouted in the direction of the counter: "Shopkeeper."
Obviously he just shouted casually, but the shopkeeper rushed over and said: "Sir, if you have any questions, just ask."
Wan Qiyan: "Pen, ink, paper and inkstone."
"Okay, waiter, please fill me in with pen, ink, paper and inkstone."
Not long after, Shen Yinqiu looked at the neatly arranged pens and inks on the table and was speechless, "Master Yan, how did you know that the restaurant has these?"
"I don't know.
I just asked casually.
If you remember the content of the women's rules, just write them down for me."
Shen Yinqiu wondered: "I remember, but why?"
Wan Qiyan: "I have a friend who is very good at imitating other people's handwriting.
Just write it once and leave it to me.
Don't worry about the rest."
Shen Yinqiu suddenly felt that Hero Yan was omnipotent.
The only regret was who he was.
Shen Yinqiu wrote down the women's rules honestly.
After finishing writing, she could hardly open her eyes.
She vaguely heard the watchman calling the third watch.
"Go to sleep."
These two words seemed to be an order, making Shen Yinqiu fall asleep completely.
At this time, the waiter and the shopkeeper came over from the counter and shouted with a smile: "Young Master."
Wan Qiyan supported Shen Yinqiu and said without looking at them: "The room is tidied up."
"Everything is packed and done as the young master ordered."
Wan Qiyan carried Shen Yinqiu upstairs, leaving the waiter and the shopkeeper looking at each other.
The waiter gossiped: "Who do you think that girl is?
She dared to follow the young master out in the middle of the night.
The young master is still wearing a mask."
The shopkeeper looked upstairs: "Anyway, the person who is so interested in the young master must not be an ordinary person who is quite beautiful.
The young master has really good taste."
The waiter said: "It's all nonsense.
Next time it's my turn to be the shopkeeper, it's your turn to be the waiter."
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The shopkeeper rolled his eyes: "Idiot, when the girl comes tomorrow night, she will see that you are the shopkeeper and I am the waiter and she will keep asking questions."
Waiter: "" It was already noon the next day when Shen Yinqiu woke up and saw the dark ancestral hall.
As soon as she got up from the bed, she found that she was covered with a thick cloak.
It almost enveloped her whole body.
No wonder she wasn't woken up by the cold.
It seemed like last night was not a dream.
"Gugu" Shen Yinqiu clutched her stomach.
Unfortunately, she ate too much last night, and she became hungrier when she woke up.
She lifted the quilt, and although the lighting of the ancestral hall was poor during the day, she could at least have a comprehensive view.
The tributes that were knocked over last night have been cleaned up and restored to their original state, and the already cold breakfast is placed on the low table.
Dry steamed buns and a bowl of white porridge.
She scratched her hair.
Oh my God, how could she eat something that she had just eaten?
She squatted in front of breakfast and found that she hadn't washed up yet.
She really couldn't tolerate it anywhere.
He walked quickly to the door and knocked on it and said, "I want to wash up."
The old slave outside the door spat out the melon seed shell and said: "Hey, my second lady, have you ever seen anyone who was imprisoned in the ancestral hall and still had good food, drink and good service?"
Another echoed: "Being a master means being delicate.
It's only been a day and you're already shouting that you need to wash up."
Shen Yinqiu kicked the door in frustration.
The old slave eating melon seeds outside the door was stunned for a moment, then started laughing again.
"Second Miss, why did you overturn the tribute last night?
Please let me blame you."
"Don't be so hungry that you even want to eat the tributes.
The frightened old slave counted the amount when he went in to clean it up."
Shen Yinqiu kicked the door again, "One day I will go out, then watch your mouth carefully.
If you have family members, don't let me know.
After all, I, the second young lady, can easily vent my anger on others."
There was a boo at the door.
She squatted back in front of the low table and stared at the bowl of white porridge that was mixed together.
Even the tributes were white-faced steamed buns, but the ones in her bowl were thick-faced steamed buns.
She broke off a little and tasted it, but it was cold, hard and tasteless.
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