Female supporting roles rely on food to save themselves

Chapter 149

'Xihuan Pavilion' has a history of 80 years at least.

The first shopkeeper was a noble lady from the former court, but she survived by chance after she was in trouble. By accident, she came to Xiaoxiaoshouling and opened Xihuan Pavilion.

She said that life is like a play, and she just wants to have a good night, so she named her brothel Xihuan Pavilion, and she has never changed the name for so many years.

If you want to say how special this brothel is, there is no such thing, but compared with other brothels and washes, this place is indeed more elegant, and the women in the brothel are also more noble.

It is precisely this kind of innocence that makes Xihuan Pavilion famous not only in Shouling, but also in other places.

So this has become the tradition of Xihuan Pavilion. As of today, there are countless brothels and cottages in Shouling County, but the ladies in Xihuan Pavilion do business as they please. Can drink, can sing and dance, and can speak well.

If the guests don't please them, then don't even think about stepping into the boudoir, and don't even think about smiling.

The more this is the case, the more the literati praise her, saying that this Miss Xixi, who is twenty-eight years old this year, can play the pipa so well that the ghosts and gods can cry, and dance well, her fame spreads far and wide.

Just last year, they received a guest, a noble son from the capital, named Cao Ru, I heard that he is an uncle of the country, other noble sons spend a lot of money, but they can't even see the face of the beautiful woman, but even so , there is an endless stream of young masters who come to try their luck every night.

Such a Xihuan Pavilion is naturally the most fashionable place in Shouling City. Now that Shouling is closed, restaurants all over the city are bleak, but in this Xihuan Pavilion, palace lanterns are still hung high, beauties are dancing, literati Sitting in the scholar's hall, the youths from Wuling are arguing about their heads, not to mention the luxury and money, but there is always a bit more peaceful scene than the other places.

"The fruit wine made by that little lady in your Guzhuang?"

When Su San changed into clean clothes and brought the samples prepared by Gu Xiang, Cherry happened to be thinking about the chicken soup she drank.

Qiuli thought even more.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but I always feel that after drinking the chicken soup, the problem of getting cold at night has disappeared, and her hands and feet have been extremely warm these days, and she doesn't feel tired after working.

"Sister, let's take it. If the pavilion doesn't want it, I'll buy it and drink it myself."

Cherry's feelings are even more obvious than her sister's. Her sister thinks that those are coincidences, but she is different. In the past, when she was a child, her life was like death.

Moreover, her childhood life has been irregular for the past two years, either not coming, or coming and not leaving, and it hurts to death, but this time it is different, she doesn't feel anything.

How many times she has seen the doctor, how many medicines she has taken, and never cared about anything. The only difference this time is that she went home with her cousin and ate chicken noodle soup a few times.

Cherry looked down at the fruit wine brought by Su Santi. It was bottled in a thin-mouthed earthenware bottle. Although it was made of earthenware, the shape was rough and natural. She couldn't say it well, but it felt good.

When the wine was poured into a small wine glass, Qiu Li stared blankly.

The first feeling is that it is very clean.

They are in Xihuan Pavilion, how can there be any reason not to drink?The two of them practiced drinking since they were a little bit old. After drinking for these years, they have not developed an addiction to alcohol, but they still have the ability to recognize alcohol. turbidity.

Qiu Li couldn't help picking up the wine glass, and took a small sip: "Oh!"

The rich fruity aroma did not completely cover up the aroma of the wine. The aroma of the wine penetrated into the stomach and was incredibly refreshing. It was like drinking ice and snow at first, and then it became hot. The warm feeling circled from the throat to the stomach, and the whole body was comfortable. , a little dizzy, but this dizziness is not dizzy, but refreshed and clear-headed.

It was the first time for Qiuli to drink sober and feel comfortable all over.

The two sisters looked at each other, and they couldn't help showing a little smile in their eyes.

Day two.

The guests of Xihuan Pavilion discovered that the pavilion was actually selling ordinary fruit wine and appetizers in a down-to-earth manner.

The appetizers are still pickles.

A few regular customers in the pavilion, Mr. Chen from the food merchant, and Mr. Han from the local educator laughed when they saw the appetizers on the table: "Mother Zhao, you are so serious. Now there are two plates of pickled vegetables on the table. How about you?" Let us eat, or not let us eat?"

"That's right, the ladies are all breathing like blue, we eat pickles, is it appropriate?"

Zhao's mother sighed, with a horrible expression on her face: "My son, do you think I am happy? I am afraid that when I open the window, I will not smell the fragrance of makeup and powder outside, but only the pickled vegetables. Doesn't it affect the business?"

She quietly raised her hand and pointed upwards, "What can I do, na, my little ancestor doesn't want anything else, but this!"

She lowered her voice and said quietly: "I don't want to think about how embarrassing it is for others to see her eating alone. Why don't we all eat with her together?"

Mother Zhao shook her head: "Let's forget about embarrassment together."

Mr. Chen was taken aback for a moment, then he raised his head to look at Miss Xixi's room in a daze.

The window was open, and the light was like a bean. As expected, Miss Xixi was sitting by the window, pouring herself a drink, and a piece of white radish that was half as jade was in her mouth.

Piece after piece.

In the blink of an eye, Miss Xixi's pink lips had already eaten seven or eight yuan in one go.

Gudong.

Miss Xixi is the only one who can eat radishes like white jade.

At this moment, Young Master Chen didn't feel embarrassed about eating pickled vegetables at all. He didn't hold back, and ate a piece. After eating, he was stunned for a moment.

I don’t know what kind of pickling the radish slices are used for. The taste is just right, not too heavy, crisp, sweet and delicious, and...addictive.

In just a short while, he ate more than half of the four plates of appetizers on the table, and there were only a few slices left, and they were eaten dry, with nothing left.

Mr. Han looked back at his friend and cousin, with a face full of disbelief, and said in a low voice, "...you actually like Miss Xixi so much?"

What kind of love is this!

Mr. Han was a little scared: "Miss Xixi is a good person, whether she is a pipa or a dancer, but she is too expensive, so you must not indulge in it, otherwise your father will not break your legs, my father will not break your legs." I'm afraid it's going to break my leg."

Although Mr. Chen is a businessman, his uncle is Han Jiaoyu.

The uncle loves his nephew, Han Jiaoyu yells at his son to kill him, but his nephew is a hundred good, if Mr. Chen is not good, it must be caused by his son.

Mr. Han could have imagined that if his father knew that his cousin was crazy for a brothel girl, the first thing he would do would be to arrest him and throw him a blaster.

After all, his nephew is very good, so he must have been provoked by his son.

Mr. Chen rolled his eyes, picked up a piece of cucumber and stuffed it into Mr. Han's mouth.

Mr. Han blinked and coughed softly: "Mother Zhao, please bring us another set of fruit wine and appetizers, thank you."

(End of this chapter)