The black-bellied prince: the little princess of the chef

Chapter 840 Listen, Your Husband Is Here
Hearing this, the man in black knelt on the ground on one knee, cupped his fists and asked, "Master, do you want to reveal your identity to Miss Ye?"

The man in white caressed the things in his hand, shook his head lightly and said: "No, just lead her to 'Tianxiangju', and you don't need to do the rest."

Looking up at the picture scroll hanging on the wall, the man couldn't help sighing, after waiting for so many days, he was finally going to meet the real person!
The man in black paused, and wanted to speak, but he didn't dare to make a sound. In the end, he just nodded and retreated.

"Meng, I'm going to see her tomorrow, you won't blame me, right?" Taking down the scroll and hugging it to his chest, the man in white couldn't help but have red eyes.

It is said that men do not flick their tears lightly, but they have not reached the point of sadness.

After working in the kitchen for a long time, Ye Qing originally wanted to cook a table of good dishes, but he also thought about cooking one dish at a time. No matter what, it would take about an hour. After waiting for so long, the two of them couldn't bear it.

After much deliberation, Ye Junbei actually thought that they brought a pair of hot pot utensils when they came to Beijing. When he said this idea, he immediately got Ye Qing's approval. It would be much more convenient to eat hot pot!

Find two maids, ask them to clean the ingredients, cut them up according to the method Ye Qing said, put them on plates and bring them to the dining room.

"Huh? Girl, this is real!"

The little maid held two plates of lettuce, looked at her suspiciously and asked.

These dishes are obviously raw, what to do with them in the dining room, does Miss Ye want to eat raw vegetables?What a weird way to eat...

Ye Qing stretched out his hands to rub her hair bun, and said softly: "Just do it."

The capital is a trend center. If hot pot can take root here, according to the consumption level and consumption concept of the capital, hot pot should become popular. Only in places like Jincheng, hot pot can become a trend. Realm, if hot pot becomes a trend, Ye Qing thinks it shouldn't be difficult!
Before putting the hot pot restaurant into action, it is still necessary to make a careful calculation, such as how to find a suitable opportunity at the right time to promote Yanweizhai.

The little maid was still puzzled, but she still didn't dare to speak. She nodded in response, and walked to the dining room with the dishes.

After frying the bottom of the pot, they brought it to the dining room. Ye Qing and the others were just sitting around, ready to eat the hot pot, when a man walked in against the light, and he came before he heard: "It's a hot pot, it seems that I came today It's time!"

"How did Mr. Yi come to our place? It really makes the humble house shine!"

"Qingqing, I'm not Mr. Yi right now. I'm just acting as a substitute for the county magistrate. How can I be called Mr. Yi?" Yi Jian said while nodding at everyone, and then sat beside Ye Qing, saying : "If your house is all poor houses, then my house is a thatched cottage!"

No wonder Feng Jingyu is always calling poor recently, how can he not be poor for such a generous gift of houses to Ye Qing!
But for the beauty, it's worth it to be poor.

Hearing the meaning behind his words, Ye Qing couldn't help raising his fists, he really couldn't beat him, "Don't speak in a weird way here, be careful I will cut you!"

Yi Jian shrunk her head, expressing that she no longer spoke in a strange way, but said to Ye Pingrong: "Uncle Ye, Aunt Ye, the younger generation came here uninvited, and I hope the two elders will not blame you."

"Where is it, you are the first guest after we arrive in the capital, we are too happy!"

Looking at the son of the old man, Xu's heart was extremely excited. When they left Beijing, Yi Jian was still in his mother's belly, but now she has grown up so much, and she looks so good-looking!

Yi Jian smiled slightly, but he was thinking in his heart, for some reason, he always felt that Ye Pingrong and his wife who were sitting opposite him seemed to have met somewhere, and there was always an inexplicable sense of familiarity, which made him feel a little weird.

It was even more strange to hear Mrs. Xu say that he was the first guest. Shouldn't the first guest be Feng Jingyu?

Is it because the guy sneaked here and no one found out, or is it that the Xu family has already acquiesced that Feng Jingyu is their son-in-law, and they have regarded him as their own family?
Hey, why does Yi Jian think that both possibilities are great?
"Come here just in time for the meal, did you come here on purpose to grab the meal?"

"It's really embarrassing for you to see it, Qingqing!"

Speechlessly gouging him out, Ye Qing felt that Feng Jingyu's friends were thicker-skinned than the other, of course the thickest one was none other than Feng Jingyu, he was simply a big boss in the thick-skinned world!

After receiving the new bowls and chopsticks handed over by the maid, Yi Jian unceremoniously picked up a piece of pork belly and rinsed it with a skillful appearance, causing Ye Qing to ask with some doubts: "Wait, have you eaten hot pot?"

Recalling his first words when he walked in, Ye Qing finally realized what was wrong.

This guy is clearly the county magistrate of Lucheng, and they only have one shop in Lucheng, so when did he get the hot pot?

"Of course I've eaten it, and I'm still at your Yanweizhai!" Yi Jian rolled her eyes in disgust, stuffed the meat into her mouth, and spoke vaguely.

He not only ate it, but also ate it several times in a row, it was hearty and refreshing.

Of course, the price after having a good time is that he has several pimples on his face, and Feng Jingyu made fun of him for the two days when he had pimples!

Listening to what they said, Ye Junbei, who couldn't stop eating, suddenly raised his head, stared at Yi Jian for a long time, and then slowly said: "I seem to have met Mr. Yi, in Jincheng!"

"However, there were too many people at that time, so I didn't remember clearly, but now I see that it is really you!" Ye Junbei couldn't help but exclaimed as he tried his best to recall the scene at that time.

Yi Jian stretched out her hand and scratched her head, and said with a little embarrassment: "It is indeed me. I only sit in the corner seat every day. I thought I was good at disguising myself, but I didn't expect you to see through me!"

"That's right, I have the nickname of blazing eyes!"

After being praised by others, Ye Junbei's aura was unstoppable, he looked like he was about to take off, and the people at the table shook their heads.

"Come on, let me praise you, are you still going to heaven?" Ye Qing often does this kind of splashing of cold water, he seems to be used to it, there is a saying, it's natural to get used to it.

Some things have been done a lot, it seems to have become a kind of skill of oneself, which can be used anytime and anywhere!
Looking at the family's way of getting along, Yi Jian couldn't help but feel very envious, but after she was envious, she gave her a thumbs up quietly, and whispered: "Qingqing, it's time for you to pour cold water. Listen, you Your husband is here!"

(End of this chapter)