The farm has a phoenix

Chapter 134 I Want This Soup
Seeing what the shopkeeper said, Tan Sri hurriedly said: "This is mangosteen, it is the mangosteen tremella and lotus seed soup newly made by our Mianqi Villa. It is a good product for beauty and beauty, and the restaurant of the Rongguo family has already started to sell this tremella and lotus seed soup. It is said that the appearance is very good. If the shopkeeper can grasp the opportunity, this will definitely be a big profit. Buy and sell!"

The fat shopkeeper's expression changed slightly, and he easily caught the point of Tan Sri's words. He savored it carefully, and then said with a smile: "My surname is Wang, and my little brother can call me shopkeeper Wang."

Tan Sri also learned to arch his hands: "The shopkeeper, the villain Tan Sri"

"Come inside!" The fat shopkeeper waved his hand.

After saying that, Tan Sri felt that there was something going on, he walked in with a smile, led by the fat shopkeeper, and entered the inner room inside.

The fat shopkeeper invited him to sit down, Tan Sri did not panic, just sat there quietly, drinking tea while waiting for the next words from the shopkeeper Wang.

Sure enough, shopkeeper Wang said: "Since it is a tribute item, it must be expensive. Since we are the first floor in the capital, we can't be left behind. It's just that the restaurant in Rongguo Mansion also has this thing. We..."

Tan Sri laughed and said: "Don't worry about the shopkeeper, this mangosteen, white fungus and lotus seed soup is very good, but anyone who has eaten it can make it, and I'm sure it will be learned by others. There is only one thing to pay attention to, the first opportunity, Besides, we have also greeted Rong Guogong, the mangosteens of our Mianqi Villa, in addition to paying tribute, are for sale and cannot be hindered."

The shopkeeper, who is as shrewd as Wang, naturally understood the meaning, he nodded with a smile: "Okay, I wonder if you can leave me the glazed jar and the lotus seed soup, our master is away all the year round, I'm afraid that ordinary containers won't be able to keep it. "

Sri glanced at Zhan Jinfeng, and she nodded slightly. She would naturally not care about a jar and some soup. If she could get an order because of this, it would be so worth it.

Seeing that Tan Sri agreed, shopkeeper Wang was very happy, and invited the two of them to sit down and have a taste of hot tea, but they couldn't push it, so they went in.

Baiyue Tower, the first floor of the capital, is indeed magnificent and luxurious.

Zhan Jinfeng stared blankly at the high roof that could hardly be seen clearly. It turned out that the inside was a round-shaped hall. Huge lanterns hung down from the hall. At this moment, the lanterns seemed to be floating in the shadow of the roof. The stars here are so beautiful.

The people who designed and built this place are definitely not mortals.

She couldn't help admiring the owner here.

However, the two sat down on the small table in the hall, and someone came to greet them both. It was a domestic servant, but they didn't know whose family it was.

The servant stood in front of the two of them, respectfully said: "Our master is very interested in the mangosteen, white fungus and lotus seed soup that you just brought, hope you can come to the wing to have a chat."

As he spoke, he pointed in a direction, but it was a room on the second floor.

The two looked at each other, Zhan Jinfeng thought for a while, then stood up.

After all, this is Baiyuelou, and it's no ordinary person who can afford such a big restaurant here, so no one will make trouble here.

Seeing this, Tan Sri had no choice but to follow.

On the second floor, the servant pushed open the door, revealing a gorgeous brocade screen. Behind the screen, a corner of the black sandalwood table was exposed, and the outline of a man was faintly outlined. The two stepped in, and the servant stood outside. Closed the door.

Tan Sri walked in first, blocking her behind.

After passing the small screen, you can see the man sitting on the other side of the ebony table. He is enjoying the scenery outside the window while tasting the best silver hooks.

Hearing the sound, the man turned his head, his phoenix eyes slightly raised, showing a little bit of sharpness, Zhan Jinfeng's heart trembled, and he hurriedly lowered his head.

He actually met the Eighth Prince Chunyu Yue here!

However, Chun Yuyue didn't seem to see her, but just quietly looked at Tan Sri, seeing that his appearance was different from ordinary people, he knew that this person must not be from the Central Plains.

"Are you from Mianqi Villa?"

Chunyu Yue asked casually, but his power remained the same.

Tan Sri instinctively knew that this person was not an ordinary person, he cupped his hands and said, "Master Hui, we are from Mianqi Villa, we planted this mangosteen, and the mangosteen we planted is the tribute."

Chunyu Yue played with the tea bowl in his hand, and said disdainfully, "A tribute is a tribute, and you actually sell it, don't you know it's a capital offense?"

The suddenly stern voice made Tan Sri's forehead twitch non-stop, and the background of the person in front of him kept him secret.

He looked back at Zhan Jinfeng quite palpitatingly, and she frowned, so she stood up, lowered her voice, and pretended to be a man: "Young master, what you said is wrong, since ancient times, this world belongs to the emperor." Is it the king's land in the whole world, and the king's ministers on the shore of the land? The tribute is dedicated to the emperor's relatives in the palace, and the sale is also for the emperor's ten thousand years of foundation. The business is prosperous, and the natural country To make the people rich and strong, in the end we are still serving the emperor, filial piety and loyalty, not daring to overstep."

Seeing this, Chunyu Yue raised his head and glanced at the thin and small man who was talking, feeling familiar. He stared at it for a long time, then slightly raised the corners of his mouth: "Young brother is really eloquent."

There were faint sweat stains on Zhan Jinfeng's forehead. Although the eighth prince, Chun Yuyue, was not as powerful as the first prince or as sharp as the fourth prince, for some reason, he was more terrifying than both of them.

"Some people see people as Buddhas, while others see them as demons. The villain has a clear conscience and thinks he has no two minds."

Chunyu Yue narrowed his eyes, and his eyes became colder and colder.

"Well, I want this mangosteen, white fungus and lotus seed soup. I will bring a bowl here at noon every day."

As he spoke, he clapped his hands, and the door of the house came in response, and the house slave just now walked in.

"My lord." He saluted respectfully.

"Pay the deposit." Chunyu Yue pointed to the two of them, and the servant made a gesture of invitation: "Both of you, please follow me."

Hearing this, Zhan Jinfeng breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly left with the slave.

As for the deposit, Chun Yuyue didn't seem to care, and the slave didn't ask, Zhan Jinfeng asked for a price casually, and the slave gave it directly without counter-offering.

But she didn't ask too much. When doing business, she only pays attention to integrity.

Holding today's harvest, a deposit from the eighth prince, and an order that has not yet arrived, the two decided to go home first. After all, the mangosteen, tremella and lotus seed soup are gone, and they need to go back to get some .

It's just that Zhan Jinfeng didn't know that the mangosteen, tremella and lotus seed soup left by shopkeeper Wang soon reached the hands of the Eighth Prince Chunyu Yue. While sipping the sweet and sour soup, doubts slowly appeared in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)