After the rebirth, I lay in the arms of His Highness and won

Chapter 129 I Should Call Your Seventh Highness (End of Ten Updates)

"Like dumplings and pancakes..."

"Xiao Hu, you just had breakfast."

A few people talked to each other, and the fragrance became stronger and stronger until it floated behind the counter.

Shopkeeper Shen closed the account book and ordered:
"Xiao Miao, go outside and see what's going on!"

Under the shade of a tree, a man rolled up his sleeves, wore an apron, and was dressed like a chef.

Holding the pot in one hand and holding the shovel in the other, he weighed it twice from time to time, the oil splashed everywhere, sizzling, and the aroma was tangy.

There is a wooden sign in front of it, with two lines of beautiful characters - use the best oil to fry the most fragrant dishes.

Dong'er and Chu Yuanqing, one on the left and one on the right, yelled loudly:

"It has nothing to do with craftsmanship, nothing to do with ingredients, 'Shen Kee' sesame oil turns leftovers into delicacies!"

Yun Jiuqing sat at the back, biting a crispy pancake, and commanded:

"Brother Liu, put more oil, I don't want the child to be caught by a wolf, what is a barrel of oil, it will last for a long time!"

"Yes, ma'am."

This is the only way to Changlong. Among the onlookers, there are many old customers from the oil workshop, as well as large and small merchants who come to negotiate supplies in horse-drawn carriages, all stop because of this particularly strong smell.

Shopkeeper Fei explained at the right time: "Really good oil, clear and free of precipitation, can not only add icing on the cake, but also not cover up the taste of the ingredients themselves. The ancient method and secret method can be taken into account. The process is complicated and the quality is superb, which is extraordinary. Oil making is comparable."

Dong'er immediately held the freshly baked croquettes, fried crispbread, fried small fish, etc., and greeted warmly:

"Come and taste—"

The owner of a small restaurant tasted a meatball, his eyes lit up, and he gave a thumbs up: "Not bad, the oil is fragrant and clear, and the oil is good! I thought that Changlong is a big oil factory, so it would be more secure, but I didn't expect the secret recipe of the small workshop. So different, give me five barrels first."

"Give me two barrels!"

"I want a barrel!"

"Thank you for your support!" She patted the crumbs off her fingertips, and ordered happily, "Cousin, please record the quantity, Ah Feng, you can push a cart to pick up oil, and send it to the bosses."

"Okay!"

Xiao Miao told everything he had seen and heard, and said through gritted teeth: "The method of 'Shen Ji' is really low. Now there are two gatekeepers in the shop, and most of them come to our door to sell oil. This, this is a blatant robbery." Business! In this way, what's the point of Zhang San and the others sitting around!"

"It's not easy to talk about robbing." The guy named Xiao Hu smiled innocently, "After all, that tree doesn't belong to our family... Ouch!" Holding his painful head, he squatted in the corner silently.

Someone suggested: "Master Shen, why don't we set up a stove and go to their side..."

"Fuck you!" Shopkeeper Shen scolded, "Let's not say that Changlong is planning to monopolize the big oil factory in the capital. This kind of showmanship seems to be a shameful act, and it is a disgrace to the owner. Besides, if you only compete with the quality of the oil, how can it Come to the advantage! In the end, don't make a wedding dress for 'Shen Ji' instead!"

"Then... what should I do?"

"Hmph, just wait, don't believe it, let's see how many days they can survive!"

Five days later, Yun Jiuqing lay back on the wooden chair, enjoying the breeze.

Dong'er handed over the fruit tea, she took a sip and sighed comfortably.

Such a carefree appearance, in the eyes of visitors, is very hateful.

"I don't know, who is the boss?" Shopkeeper Shen raised his jaw slightly, holding his airs.

Chu Yuanqing became more courageous and took a step forward: "What advice do you have?"

"Smart people don't speak dark words." Straight to the point, "You guys live and sleep in the open every day..."

"Hey, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, what a beautiful view! Dong'er, have another cup of tea!" An untimely voice interjected.

The maid suppressed a smile: "Yes, Miss."

Shopkeeper Shen's face darkened for the most part, and he coughed lightly: "The stalemate between the two is of no benefit to anyone, why not..."

"Uncle Fei, I heard that you signed a few deals yesterday, half a year's appointment?" Qingtian's coquettish cry sounded again.

"Yes, there is another order, for a one-year period, the young owner of Ruixiang Building, you are very happy!"

Thinking about the account book that was thrown on his face this morning, the shelf suddenly collapsed, and shopkeeper Shen laughed:
"It was Changlong who made the mistake first, and I still hope Haihan."

He beckoned: "Tell Zhang San and the others to come back, don't delay their business. In addition, pick a few pots of scented tea from Heyunfang and send them to the young lady as an apology."

She got up, thumped her waist, and yawned big: "I'm tired, cousin, go home."

Take it when you see it, these five days seem to be earning money, but in fact it has been a lot of tossing, it is indeed the limit.

Watching the group of people pack up their things, they walked towards "Shen Ji" talking and laughing, then asked in a low voice:
"Master Shen, let it go like this?"

Shopkeeper Shen sneered: "How is it possible? The best show is yet to come. Dare to confront Lu Dong's family and make them regret it!"

Changle Street.

Chu Mu was wearing a wide-sleeved gown, aqua blue trimmed with flowing cloud patterns, lined with a snow-white satin robe, tied with a wide brocade belt of the same color, half of his black hair was tied with a jade hairpin, and the other half flowed down his shoulders.

He has an elegant and unparalleled expression, a handsome and gentle face, and as he walks, his clothes are lightly fluttering, giving him a kind of beauty that is as warm and moist as a fairy.

It caused the girls in the boudoir to look sideways, and those who were married couldn't help but look a little more.

Lin Fu followed behind, sighing uncontrollably.

Fortunately, the master doesn't like to show off, otherwise the threshold of the Chuhou Mansion might be stepped down by the matchmaker.

Of course, the leather bag is indeed the best, but the temper is also...

Alas, in this world, there are probably only a handful of women who can truly endure this man.

The two turned into an alley one after the other, and Lin Fu suddenly said, "Young master, I accidentally forgot the inkstone for payment in Mobaozhai."

He nodded: "Go and come back quickly."

The boy left, and he walked slowly into the alley alone, when he heard the sound of horseshoes, before he could react, a dark cloth bag fell from the sky, his neck went numb, and he fell unconscious.

When he woke up, his eyes were still blindfolded, and he could vaguely discern that he was in a luxurious house. There was the smell of golden nanmu in his breath, mixed with a faint fragrance of powder.

A faint light flashed across the phoenix eyes, revealing a cautious expression.

"Who?"

"The one who took your life." The voice, which resembled a man and a woman, was deliberately lowered.

He frowned: "I have no valuables, and I believe that I have never offended anyone. Your Excellency, don't find the wrong enemy."

Hearing this, the man eased his tone: "You haven't offended others, so do you feel that others often treat you unfairly?"

He pursed his lips and remained silent, curling his fingers bound on both sides slightly.

"For more than ten years, Chu Chun has been familiar with you. He has never brought you to the gatherings of his colleagues. The second son entered Dongling Academy, and you are unknown and close to the weak crown. However, the matter of heredity has never been mentioned. All these , are you resentful?"

With a smile in his black eyes, he scratched the armrest of the wide chair with his fingertips, deliberately expressing more uneasiness, and at the same time calmly replied:
"What are you talking about, I don't understand."

"Hou Mansion..."

The words were interrupted suddenly, and then another young female voice sounded:

"No, you understand, Chu Mu, oh wrong, it's time to call His Highness the Seventh Highness, come here, untie."

His arms were free again, and after pulling off the black cloth, he tilted his head to avoid the light, and faced the front in a daze with the attitude of a frail young master.

(End of this chapter)