The medical concubine devoured the world

Chapter 115

The man had no choice but to give up and was led to the next position by the man.

The three of them walked out of the door, and Chu Baozhu started chattering.

"It seems that the fresh things are really attractive, just look at it, no one else wants to use my pot, the two of you, haha, dislike the smell!"

The two smiled wryly and shook their heads.

"Don't you two act like this, isn't hot pot delicious?"

Meng Siyin gave Zhao Lan a look, and the two ignored the chattering Chu Baozhu and walked forward on their own.

"Hey, wait for me!"

Chu Baozhu chased after him.

The three of them took a carriage to the pot shop.

Meng Siyin was very glad that the old potter's son was not here, otherwise it would be another embarrassing situation.

She sighed deeply and said to the old potter:
"Master, are you feeling better recently?"

Meng Siyin felt that what he was talking about was nonsense. The old tinker was hammering the iron with a big hammer. At this moment, he looked like a strong man, but in ancient times, such polite words were indispensable.

The old potter put down his work, picked up the sweat towel around his neck, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and walked towards them.

"Thank you, Manager Yin, for your concern. After taking the prescription you prescribed, I feel much more refreshed. Later, the medicine was given by my son. Thank you very much!"

Meng Siyin smiled and waved at him, indicating that he didn't have to worry about it.

"You came this time, but is there any problem with the pots? That batch of pots was made by me watching that stinky boy, so there shouldn't be any problems?"

Meng Siyin quickly explained:
"The pots are all right, and the customer's response is very good. This time I want to ask you to make another batch of small sizes!"

The old potter patted his chest with a smile on his face.

"Don't worry, Store Manager Yin, it's all covered by me!"

Seeing the reliable appearance of the old potter, Chu Baozhu praised with a smile.

"Master, you are really considerate in making this pot, that pot is really exquisite, and the baffles in the pot are also very finely ground!"

Zhao Lan was also amazed.

"I just made it according to the blueprint given by Store Manager Yin, but what is the purpose of putting so many baffles in this pot?"

Meng Siyin explained it to him, and the old potter was amazed.

"Mr. Yin has a good idea. It's amazing. I heard that your hot pot restaurant is doing very well before, so I'm not surprised when I think about it!"

Chu Baozhu also agreed.

"What's more, she not only has all kinds of fantastic ideas, but the things she makes are also very delicious!"

Seeing the surprised look on the old potter's face, Meng Siyin suddenly remembered that the old potter had never tasted hot pot, and she felt it was a pity that the old potter didn't try it.

"Master, you probably haven't tasted it yet. I'll order someone to go to the store and tell me later, and I'll reserve a place for you another day. You can ask your son to taste it with you!"

The old potter quickly declined.

"This... this can't be worth it! Your shop is definitely not something that ordinary people like us can go to!"

Meng Siyin guessed the old potter's concerns, and she waved her hand.

"Teacher, don't worry, you helped me solve the big problem of pots and pans. You are also our partner. I will pay for all the consumption in the store!"

The old potter was naturally unwilling and strongly refused.

Seeing that he was so outspoken, Chu Baozhu also helped.

"Master, without you, our hot pot restaurant would not be able to open, let alone anything else. If you refuse again, you will be treated as an outsider!"

Zhao Lan smiled and patted the old potter on the shoulder.

"This... that's alright... Then there will be more goodwill from the store manager!"

The old potter wanted to leave a few people for a cup of tea, but when Meng Siyin turned her head and saw the old potter's son, she immediately pulled her face down.

"Master, we still have something to do, so we won't drink tea, let's say goodbye first, you can go directly to the store when you are free!"

Without waiting for the old potter to react, he pulled Zhao Lan and Chu Baozhu away in a panic.

If you stay any longer, there may be a scene of social death!
The elegantly designed carriage gallops down the pipe.

Inside the carriage.

Zhao Lan looked at Meng Siyin, who looked flustered, with some doubts.

"Siyin, what's wrong with you?"

Chu Baozhu, who knew the inside story, laughed aside.

"I didn't see you like this when I saw Zhao Xu, finally someone can stop you haha!"
Meng Siyin calmed down and said angrily:
"Don't say it, it's really incurable, my scalp tingles when I see him!"

The mysterious appearance of the two made Zhao Lan look like a monk with two feet in length, confused.

"Who? What did you two say?"

"It's the son of the master of the pot shop!"

Just as Meng Siyin was about to stop her, Chu Baozhu said it quickly.

Zhao Lan frowned and showed a puzzled look. She looked at Meng Siyin, who was sitting and fanning with a handkerchief.

"What are you afraid of him doing?"

"I...he's just a lump of wood!"

Chu Baozhu grabbed Meng Siyin's hand waving angrily, with a playful smile on her face.

"I'll say it, I'll say it!"

Meng Siyin could not allow her to say such an embarrassing thing like this. She reached out and covered Chu Baozhu's mouth with a handkerchief, and the fat in her mouth was dyed red with half a silk handkerchief.

"Uh...uh..."

Zhao Lan anxiously wanted to eat the melon on the side, and the two of them covered the other and fought to grab Chu Baozhu, who was half lying on the seat.

Immediately, the carriage swayed a little, making it particularly noticeable on the flat official road.

"You let her speak!"

Zhao Lan took Meng Siyin's hand away and swore to assure her.

"Don't you know me, I'm not going to make fun of you like Baozhu, just tell me!"

Meng Siyin was helpless to these two people and let Chu Baozhu speak out.

Zhao Lan couldn't help laughing, but she kept her promise, tried her best to restrain herself, and persuaded Chu Baozhu, who was talking and laughing.

"Baozhu, don't laugh anymore, how can it be so funny!"

"Yes Yes……"

A few people went back to Meng Mansion after a frolic.

After a brief meal, the three discussed the Queen Mother's birthday.

Zhao Lan was stunned when she heard that Meng Siyin planned to use the little fox to juggle.

"You want to use this little thing to amuse the imperial grandmother?"

She pointed at the little fox and asked with a look of disbelief.

The little fox was lying lazily in Meng Siyin's arms at this time. When he saw Zhao Lan pointing at his question, he wagged his tail disdainfully, and bared his teeth fiercely at her, as if he understood.

Seeing this, Zhao Lan walked over and stretched out his hand to tap the little thing's head.

"Why, say you are not happy anymore?"

The little fox stretched out his paws and scratched his head, preventing her from touching him.

Meng Siyin sneered aside.

"This little guy has spirituality!"

Chu Baozhu still held a pot of new seasonal fruits in late autumn, and refused to let her mouth idle for a moment.

"Well... that's not it, it will make it fun for itself. Last time I teased Siyin and me for a long time!"

(End of this chapter)