After setting up a stall on Tianqiao, the metaphysics boss made her money like crazy

Chapter 77 The Haunted House 14
After Du Fengqing left, Yan Qing went back to the private room to wait for the packaged meals, but Yan Xiuwen, who was behind her, followed her and walked back together.

Yan Qing looked back at him, "Young uncle, won't you go back to your private room for dinner?"

Yan Xiuwen: "I've finished eating, I'll drop by and take you back later."

Yan Qing nodded and did not refuse. After all, I spent a lot of money today, and if I can save a taxi fare, I will save a fortune.

On the way back, the sky had already darkened. Yan Xiuwen, who was driving, pursed his thin lips, as if he wanted to say something, but he still didn't say it.

On the other hand, Yan Qing, looking at the bill, suddenly asked, "Uncle, do you think the prices of the dishes in this restaurant are reasonable?"

She looked at the bill. An ordinary boiled cabbage heart, the original price of raw materials plus processing fees, was a maximum of 80 yuan, but the price of lychees was 888 yuan.

A fish soup for two will cost [-] yuan.

The steak will cost two or three thousand.

There are other outrageous prices, and I don't even see it.

If you want to say that what you buy is service, the service of Lizhi is not very good, and the tea has to be poured by the guests themselves.

The waiter at the checkout is not a good attitude, hypocritical.

Although the food is delicious, but looking at the price, it is not very delicious.

Yan Qing clutched her wallet, this was the only time for her to accept this big injustice.

Yan Xiuwen was thoughtful, "It's not reasonable."

Litchi's dishes were not priced so high at the beginning, at most a few hundred yuan per serving. Later, some high-ranking officials and dignitaries in Yuncheng came more, and their reputation spread. In order to show their status and financial resources, they would come here for dinner.

It seems that whoever spends more money on dinner has more face.

Lizhi probably caught this kind of consumer psychology, and gradually raised the price of the dishes.

The person behind it, who it is, has never been noticed.

After returning to Yan's house and entering the door, he saw Yan Zhen lying on the sofa, looking like he was starving to death. When he saw Yan Qing, he immediately sat up, "Sister Ah Qing, brother is looking forward to your return!"

Yan Zhen, who was about to accuse Yan Qing of Yan Shu's bad behavior, sniffed vigorously, "What's the smell, so fragrant?"

Yan Shu, who was playing with Yan Zhen's game console, glanced at him, "Brother is really a dog nose."

Yan Zhen immediately got up from the sofa, took the bag in Yan Xiuwen's hand, opened it eagerly before putting it on the table, and exclaimed, "Litchi Restaurant!?"

"Uncle, you are really rich!"

"Yesterday, my mother also said that the second aunt thinks the lychees are expensive, so I asked someone else to go there once, and the wallet was empty, and I regretted it."

Yan Qing was thoughtful, why didn't he hear these words yesterday?

Otherwise, she must decide a place to eat by herself, so that Du Feng can settle in such a high-consumption place?

After all, the money is not blown by the wind, which is a pity.

The overcoat that Yan Xiuwen took off was draped over his arms, and he glanced at Yan Qing, his voice was cold and weak, "Yan Qing counted."

Yan Shu didn't even play the game immediately, and left it aside, and came over, his eyes lit up, "My sister must have heard me say that I want to go to Lychee for a meal, so I ordered it!"

Yan Zhen, on the other hand, guarded the food and did not give Yan Shu the chance to snatch it away: "Nonsense, sister Ah Qing must have guessed that my elder brother was hungry at home, so she gave some."

Yan Qing, who was at the side, couldn't help laughing as he watched the two of them quarreling, and his mood improved a lot. He suddenly felt that the money was worth it.

She walked upstairs to take a shower.

At 10:30 in the evening, when Yan Qing went downstairs to warm the milk, he saw that Yan Xiuwen had already warmed the milk and put it on the thermos coaster aside.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, and pointed at the pink coaster, "Where did you get it?"

With this thing, it is convenient to drink.

It's just that the color of this thing looks pink and tender, like something from a little girl's house, which doesn't match Yan Xiuwen's painting style.

Could it be that my girlfriend bought it for me?

Looking at Yan Qing's expression, one could almost guess what she was thinking, Yan Xiuwen said in a deep voice, "It's a gift from my colleague, I don't need it, I bring it back for you to use."

Yan Qing said "Oh" and gave him a clear look, no need to explain, he is an adult and understands.

When girls choose gifts, some of them like to choose pink and tender ones. After all, the little uncle is not young anymore. Bringing a thermostatic coaster is almost like bringing a thermos, keeping in good health.

She picked up the milk from the coaster and took two sips. The temperature was just right. It seems that this thermostatic coaster is really good. I will buy one later and put it in the room.

In this way, you don't have to go downstairs to pour hot water all the time.

After Yan Qing finished drinking the milk and washed the water glass, he was about to go out, when Yan Xiuwen beside him suddenly said, "I don't have a girlfriend."

Yan Qing: "?"

She turned to look at Yan Xiuwen, not understanding why he suddenly said such a sentence,

Yan Xiuwen's voice was deep, and the cold tone of the day was lost, "I said, I don't have a girlfriend, and the coasters are not given by my colleagues."

This is Yan Xiuwen once again emphasizing the fact that he has no girlfriend.

His eyes were dark, as if this topic was more serious.

Yan Qing seems to understand but not understand.

When she left the kitchen, she raised her hand and patted Yan Xiuwen's shoulder, saying earnestly, "Don't worry, little uncle, I won't laugh at you like Du Fengqing."

Yan Xiuwen: "..."

...

Back in the room, Yan Qing lay back on the bed, picked up his phone and checked Weibo.

Beside the bed, Yun Xiaoxiao was also watching.

"Now there are more and more voices condemning Mo Weiliang on the Internet, and his brand's online store has also been removed from the shelves." Yan Qing said.

In the evening, Du Fengqing mentioned this matter. I just checked Weibo, and someone had already taken a screenshot, and I really couldn't find the relevant product.

"Just now Mo Weiliang issued another statement, saying that he gave your parents money and bought a massage chair for your parents, and posted a picture to prove it."

"But the comments below are all satirizing him."

Yun Xiaoxiao sneered, "The transfer of tens of thousands of yuan has not been collected, how much is a massage chair, and the compensation is hundreds of millions."

"He knows how to wash himself with these, in an attempt to wash away his infamy."

If she had known Mo Weiliang was this kind of person seven or eight years earlier, she would have divorced him even if she raised three children by herself!

When she thought that all her compensation money was in Mo Weiliang's hands, being spent by that woman and two other people's children, she panicked and felt unlucky.

They started living as a family again, so why should their own family members be treated like this.

She couldn't forgive, she could only curse every day, and Feng Shui took turns until it turned to Mo Weiliang.

Yan Qing nodded slightly, "There are not many people on the Internet who believe it now, and some are still digging into his and that woman's affairs, following the timeline, but I don't think you should be interested in these things."

After all, I know, it's just dirty ears.

There was hatred in Yun Xiaoxiao's eyes, "It's not enough, it's not enough..."

(End of this chapter)