Xianyu's leisurely life through books

"Young Master Jiang!"

Liang Qingqing was the first to recognize the person.

This is one of their previous clients.

The person in front of him was in his early twenties, handsome, his name was Jiang Fang, he was the son of the shopkeeper of Jiujiang Loujiang.

He came to find Pei Xiaoxiao.

Hearing the twins' voices, a look of unnaturalness flashed across Jiang Fang's face.

He nodded perfunctorily as a greeting, and his eyes fell on Pei Xiaoxiao.

"Miss Pei, what my father told you last time, don't you really think about it?"

Pei Xiaoxiao looked helpless: "Do you think that good recipes are mass-produced everywhere? One is already very good, so don't bother me."

The most important thing for her now is to quickly build an income channel and earn system points.

Selling recipes is a one-time business.

Can only make some money at most.

If possible, she only wants to sell it at the critical moment when she is short of money, as her hole card.

Of course, she did not have any particularly good prescriptions.

Jiang Fang was a little disappointed, but still smiled and waved goodbye.

Pei Xiaoxiao also smiled at him, and then walked towards the gate together with Sister Danqing.

The two groups went their separate ways, but none of them saw a pair of eyes staring at them in a certain box on the second floor.

The owner of the eyes is the owner of the Anxiang Pavilion, Zhao Cheng.

The smile on the corner of his mouth is playful.

This Mrs. Pei...is really interesting.

When she came to talk about cooperation before, she looked serious and shrewd like a businessman.

At that time, Zhao Cheng thought she was very tasteful, but only from the perspective of appreciation.

He didn't think about it.

today……

What kind of decent woman would she be when she came to Hualou and could still hang out with such things as the Liang sisters?

Look at her smile at that man just now, it's called a wave.

Did you come here to catch a rich man?
Zhao Cheng stroked his chin, with an eager look on his face.

On the night of early August, the moon is like a hook, the night is dark, and the lanes are deep.

Song Yu put down the ornaments in his hand, turned his stiff neck, and looked up at the sky outside the window again, his face became more and more ugly.

He got up and went to the yard.

In the East Wing, Mother Pei was coaxing Song Wen to sleep, when she looked up and saw Song Yu in the courtyard, she quickly called someone in.

"Brother Yu, it's too late and the road is dark, why don't you go pick up Xiaoxiao."

In fact, the Liang family has a carriage, and A Ying is driving the carriage, so safety is guaranteed.

But the young couple had been arguing for half a month, and it was time to settle it.

Tonight is a good time.

Hearing this, Song Wen, who was pressed on the bed, sat up and said in a childish voice, "Daddy, mother is very afraid of the dark, go and protect mother!"

Song Yu's eyes moved, and he reached out to touch the little one's head: "Okay, Dad will go and pick up Mother right away."

After more than half a month of the Cold War, it was himself who really suffered.

He wanted to use a tough attitude to express his dissatisfaction, so that she would be scruples and restrained.

Facts have proved that he values ​​his position in her heart too much.

He didn't care about her, but she got worse.

Busy in and out all day, busy in and out, and now I am still busy until midnight.

He didn't even know if there was a reason why she didn't want to face him at home.

Thinking of the back of her resolutely turning her head away before going out this morning, Song Yu was a little suffocated.

His toughness didn't bring any effect, and even had the opposite effect of pushing people far away.

Backfired!

also……

Because of her body and the relationship between the two of them, he was entangled and suffering, but she was extremely busy...

Song Yu was extremely annoyed and frustrated.

But he couldn't do anything except put on a cold face.

There is really nothing to do with her.

You can't really beat someone up, can you?

At that time, it's not me who is distressed?
Song Yu let out a long breath.

Well, he throws in the towel, he compromises.

Song Yu turned and went out to lead the mule.

Mother Pei showed her aunt's smile, and when she saw that he was going to fit into the carriage, she immediately hated that iron could not be made into steel.

Ben was rushing to reconcile, so what do you do with the carriage?
One person is driving the car, and the other is in the car, how can the relationship be enhanced?

Wouldn't it be nice to go for a walk home together, or share a ride?

Mother Pei hurriedly stopped Song Yu's movements: "Don't put the car in the carriage, in case Xiaoxiao falls asleep on the road and doesn't want to take a bath when she comes back, it's not hygienic."

Song Yu: "..."

In the dark, he and Pei's mother looked at each other, and suddenly understood.

He nodded: "Okay, I see."

Song Yu led the mule away.

Mother Pei bolted the door and led Song Wen into the room, walking briskly.

"Grandma, will father and mother get better?"

"Ok!"

When Song Yu arrived at Zhengyang Street, Xu time had passed.

He stood in the shadow opposite the nail shop, and through the dim light from the main street, he saw clearly the three women getting off the carriage.

To be precise, it was three women dressed as men.

The corner of Song Yu's mouth curled up in a mocking arc.

Didn't you say that you need to sort out the styling templates in the store?

What look do you need to be manly?

What template do you need to drive out?
He didn't go over, just stood at the corner of the street, watching quietly.

In the store.

Pei Xiaoxiao changed out of men's clothes, put back on the women's clothes she wore during the day, put her hair back into a bun, and stepped out.

As soon as she stepped on the car, she seemed to feel something, and she looked across the corner of the street.

In the dark, one person, one mule.

It was the figure of a man, tall and stalwart.

The outlines are vague, but familiar.

Is he here to pick him up?
Planning to reconcile with her?
Pei Xiaoxiao was overjoyed, and subconsciously wanted to run over.

The next moment the smile froze on his face again.

Why did he stand there and watch, but didn't come over.

How long have you been here?
Did you see something?

Thinking of this, her face turned pale.

She stabilized her mind and said to A Ying: "Go back with your girl, I'll take a step first."

With that said, he jumped out of the carriage and trotted across the street.

There are no shops on this side of the alley, and the light is very weak.

Pei Xiaoxiao couldn't quite see his expression.

But he could feel the chill emanating from his body.

Close at hand, with his eyes facing each other, she saw the coldness in his eyes.

"When did you come?" Pei Xiaoxiao tentatively asked, holding on to the slightest chance.

Song Yu raised his mouth, "I said I just arrived, do you believe me?"

Yes, I did see it.

She took a deep breath and grabbed his hand: "Listen to me."

"Well, you said."

His voice didn't fluctuate at all, like a cold mechanical electronic sound.

He didn't hold her back either.

This made Pei Xiaoxiao more uncomfortable than the Cold War for more than half a month.

She raised three fingers and said sincerely: "Actually, I went to do something... Because of the special occasion, I had to change into men's clothes, but I promise, it's really just for work."

Pei Xiaoxiao didn't dare to tell him the truth.

After all, she just wanted to do business with the Liang sisters, and he was very disgusted.

If he found out, she went to Hualou... Will he still be able to keep his short legs?

On the main street outside the alley, people are coming and going, and the voices are noisy.

The sisters of the Liang family greeted each other, and Ah Ying drove away.

The alley was quiet again.

The wind of autumn leaves makes people shiver uncontrollably.

She didn't add anything for a long time, Song Yu asked slowly:
"Have you finished explaining?"

His voice was still so calm, without any ups and downs.

But Pei Xiaoxiao felt that there was anger under the voice for no reason.

There is a tendency that the mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of the building.

Her scalp was numb, she held his big palm tightly, and whispered:

"I can go on explaining...but you promise me not to be angry?"