Chapter 51 Mission
"Hey, look at what I said. It disturbed the guest officer's mood. What would the guest officer want to eat? I will let the kitchen prepare it."

According to Zhaoyang's preference, Pei Xuan ordered a large table of dishes.

Zhao Boheng glared at him: "Is there anyone like you who is a master? You really only made some money, and you can't wait to lose?"

Pei Xuan rubbed her nose, thinking of her amnesiac who is now penniless.

He looked at Zhaoyang pitifully: "Really, I want to eat."

"That's all." Zhao Yang swallowed the shameless words of Pei Xuan.

Zhao Boheng glared at Pei Xuan again, and then said to Zhaoyang, "It's all right, Master doesn't spend your money."

"Master is so kind." Zhaoyang raised a faint smile.

Pei Xuan is sour!

His eldest princess had never smiled at him like this.

It's cheap Zhao Boheng, a quack doctor.

His little eyes that flew towards Zhao Boheng all fell into Zhaoyang's eyes.

Zhaoyang used the movement of drinking tea to cover the sneer in his eyes.

Dog man, keep pretending!
In such a big restaurant, they were the only guests at this table, and the kitchen quickly delivered the dishes.

Seeing that they were all his favorite food, Zhaoyang glanced at Pei Xuan indiscriminately.

Holding the clean chopsticks, Pei Xuan concentrated on serving her dishes: "Try this, it looks good, this one is fine, and this..."

After a while, the bowls in front of Zhaoyang piled up into a hill.

And Pei Xuan still showed no signs of stopping.

"Ziyun, can you let Zhenzhen finish eating first?" Zhao Boheng couldn't help but stop.

"You're really too skinny, you need to gain weight and practice martial arts." Pei Xuan didn't change expression.

Zhaoyang: "..."

Seeing Zhaoyang's unfriendly expression, Pei Xuan transferred the dishes that were about to be placed in Zhaoyang's bowl to the bowl in front of her.

Only then did Zhaoyang lower his head and start eating.

I have to say that Yipinlou's signature dishes are no worse than the ones she has eaten in the capital.

Moreover, Zhaoyang grew up in the court and struggled in the border for several years. Zhaoyang has a very vicious vision.

Compared with the shopkeepers of Xianweiju, the people in Yipinlou are all down-to-earth people.

[Princess, you will get points rewards for saving the Yipin Building that is about to go bankrupt! ]
Zhaoyang's chewing action paused.

[I am the system, and I can still issue tasks to the host. This task rewards 50 points. Is the eldest princess really not interested? ]
Zhaoyang was moved.

Earning back is not the same as spending it.

Although the system didn't say it, Zhaoyang knew that the points must have more powerful uses, otherwise why would the system tempt her to spend them every day?
"Well, accept."

It is not difficult for the eldest princess to save a restaurant.

Besides, she also disliked Xianweiju.

But it is okay to save the restaurant, but she doesn't know how to do white work, Yipinlou must give corresponding remuneration.

system:[……]
This host is really picky.

Wild geese pluck their feathers, beasts leave their skins.

If you want to earn points, you also need to earn money!

How the hell did she grow up?
I have never seen such a picky and fussy princess.

"Next time you complain about me, please hide it better before you complain." Zhaoyang warned the system faintly.

What's wrong with digging?
Are the silver and points falling from the sky or blown by the wind?

Loser thing!

If you have never experienced the plight of the imperial court withholding military pay and food, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers starving, you will never know how important money is!

She is picky because she wants to feed and clothe her soldiers.

The system couldn't help being shocked when it heard Zhaoyang's inner words and read Zhaoyang's memory.

(End of this chapter)

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