The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

The sky que is deep, the night is not in the middle, and the blue clouds and immortals sing and dance in neon clothes. With a jade flute, the moon is full and the Lishan palace is long.

On the stage shrouded in smoke, Hu Zirong and his maidservants did not know when they were hidden in the fog. The glass cover on the candlestick slowly changed its angle, and the light fell into the fog.

Groups of dancers with gauze curtains sit up from the clouds and stretch their bodies lazily as if they were waking up from a dream.

Accompanied by the music of chime, flute, zither, flute and other musical instruments, the ice flesh and jade dancers spread their sleeves and looked ethereal. Their clothes and skirts of different colors and shapes gathered together like a rainbow, dazzling like rosy clouds, but they did not show kitsch because their colors were clean and clear.

As soon as these dancers came out, not only the men looked straight, but also the Gaofu people stood up from the soft chairs in the box, walked quickly to the guardrail and leaned over to have a closer look. Their hearts itched like a cat scratching.

In the box on the top floor, Jiang qianxia held her face and looked enviously at the slender and beautiful bodies of the dancers, and then looked at her round belly and swollen limbs. She stared angrily at Guli who was lazily lying on the chair behind her.

"It's all your fault! I haven't worn beautiful clothes for a long time. I drink tonic soup every day. I don't know how long it will take to reduce my soft meat when the child is born!"

Guli raised her eyebrows and opened her arms to her.

Unable to stand his lazy charm, Jiang qianxia jumped into his arms and bit his deep clavicle.

He let her bite. Guli felt her waist in an excellent mood and said with a smile: "it's better to have more soft meat. It's comfortable to hold it."

"Hum! You just despise me for being fat!"

The jealous woman is unreasonable. She breaks free from him angrily. Jiang qianxia lies on the guardrail again, and her cat like eyes can't stop looking at the center of the stage.

Suddenly, the dancers spread out on both sides in a female V shape, and two carved chairs tied with silk ribbons fell slowly from the air.

In the rain of petals all over the sky, the enchanting moon Qiong and the fairy glass princess in the mountains, dressed in special glass feather clothes, slowly fell on the stage under the obsessed gaze of the people.

Lazily stretching, Yue Qiong let everyone droop their eyes, close their belly and lift their hips. She came to the flying shape of the rebound pipa, and simply showed all the exquisite details of the glazed shirt on her body.

The waist that doesn't gain a grip is dry in Jiangqian Xiadu's throat.

Princess Liuli can't make such an attractive appearance, but her inherent noble spirit is something yueqiong can't learn or imitate.

Just stand so slim and graceful, slowly open your arms, turn around lightly, and show a silly general quietly guarding the backstage.

The two who came to support the stage didn't stay on the stage for too long. Soon, in the low singing voice of the dancers, they left the stage through the fog, leaving only a faint shadow for everyone.

After the fog on the stage completely dissipated, the fairyland like performance just now was like a dream. Even if they were very reluctant to wake up, they had to look at Hu Zirong's little fat man with resentment and take the place of the two fairies with a funny smile.

"Dear ladies, you should see that these twelve sets of glazed feather clothes are the first baby to be auctioned today!"

Clapping his hands, Hu Zirong boasted: "Hey, it's not the boy's boast. These twelve sets of glazed feather clothes, whether they are made of material or embroidery, have no choice!"

"Look at the glass beads. They are crystal clear. They are definitely the top ice soul glass! There are also Hu merchants selling glass goods here. I don't dare to slap myself. It's a shame to throw them away thousands of miles away, right?"

Everyone roared with laughter, only the Hu merchant who sold glass under the stage couldn't laugh at all. They sat on the first floor and could see better than the adults in the box.

The glass clothes worn by those dancers, whether in unpredictable colors or crystal like texture, are not comparable to their glass goods.

It's going to change. The market of glazed goods has been taken back by the damned Dachan people!

Looking at the pale Hu merchants, Hu Zirong smiled secretly. Hu Zirong was in a good mood and pointed out the characteristics of the twelve sets of clothes one by one. He said that the wives' hearts itched the cat's claws and their eyes were green.

Seeing that the atmosphere was almost copied, Hu Zirong knocked with a small hammer and said with a smile: "rare treasures, not everyone can own them. If the street is rotten, the treasures are rotten cabbage. Therefore, there are, and only, these twelve sets of glazed feather clothes!"

"Of course, we will produce other colored glass feather clothes in the future, but this style is no longer available. Ladies, the opportunity is rare. If you miss it, you will regret it. You can seize what you want!"

"Don't worry, young master Hu. Tell me how to sell these clothes!"

A lady who couldn't wait was lying on the guardrail with a crisp cry. Not only was she not despised and vulgar, but she attracted the approval and promotion of a group of husbands.

Laughing, Hu Zirong knocked on the mallet twice and said, "ladies are dignified and elegant. Of course, they can't shout like hawkers."

"Ladies, please look at the wooden box in the box. There are paper and pens in it. Just write your favorite clothing brand and the price you are willing to pay on it and give it to your maid."

After a brief explanation, Hu Zirong said meaningfully: "the reserve price of all clothes is 100 Guan, even if all ladies only pay 100 Guan and one copper."

"But husbands have to think clearly when writing. This price can only be paid once..."

Mrs. Gao, who was still in high spirits just now, suddenly raised their hearts and hesitated to hover in the air with their pens ready to fall.

There are only twelve sets of clothes. With so many Mrs. Gao Ming present, who can guarantee that only one of them is interested in?

At the same time, it's nothing to fancy a dress, but if your price is too much lower than others, you can't get your favorite clothes and may become a laughing stock in the circle

Women have a lot of thoughts. Provoked by Hu Zirong, Mrs. Gao Ming not only has a sense of urgency that there are enemies everywhere.

"Madam is worthy of being a general's wife. She knows the art of suspicious soldiers."

Feeling the tense atmosphere suddenly filled the venue, Guli sighed and shook his head. He got up and sat down with the golden eyed little cook.

"Where is the art of suspicious soldiers? It's just to stir up women's vanity."

With a coquettish glance at him, Jiang qianxia said proudly: "men show off their force on the battlefield, and women of course have something to show off ~ look, their price will be high, which will amaze the world. It's hard to say that the queen will be distressed when she listens."

Staring at her energetic side face, Guli tried and whispered, "madam is also a woman. Is there anything you want to show off?"

Jiang qianxia nodded naturally and said, "of course, it's just that these beautiful clothes, jewelry and other things are optional and easy for me. What I want to show off is their achievements that they will never achieve. They make waves with women!"

"How?"

With her eyes as bright as stars, Guli's pride surged in his chest, holding her and laughing loudly.

"I'd like to lead a horse and carry a gun for my wife."