daughter in power

Chapter 120
It was spread from as far away as Linshui County.

He brought Gao Yuanyou, Gao Shichong's son-in-law.

Qiqi greeted her cousin with a smile, and asked Mrs. Jiang to arrange the room and banquet.

The wind and dust came all the way, so it was natural that they needed to clean up the wind and dust for them.

Mrs. Jiang hurriedly went to prepare, and Qiqi and Rong Chuan talked in the flower hall, and they talked about the affairs of Lizhou Mansion.

Rong Chuan also knew that she had amnesia, so he specially found a folk remedy, asking her to take it on time every day, and it was guaranteed to recover her memory in three months.

Qiqi didn't dare to eat indiscriminately, and Gao Yuanyou who was beside him didn't quite agree: "Brother Rong has read a lot of poetry and books, but he still believes in this. If my sister eats it and ruins her body, what compensation will you get?"

Gao Shichong is Qiqi's nominal godfather.

Gao Yuanyou is naturally her god-brother in name.

It is reasonable and reasonable for Gao Yuanyou to protect the luxuriant, and it should be done.

Rong Chuan was not very happy: "Brother Gao said this, as if I allowed someone to harm my cousin." He threw his sleeves angrily, turned to Qiqi and said, "Go, let's see what my cousin brought you?"

Qiqi met the two of them at the door, each carrying a bookcase, they looked like scholars entering the city.

In fact, it was just that they were having fun and playing around.

The carriage of Rong's mansion followed behind, and it was full of gifts brought to Jiang Maoyou by the Rong family and Gao's family, as well as many things belonging to Rong Chuan and Gao Yuanyou.

Because he wanted to recommend admission, Jiang Maoyou also recommended Rong Chuan by the way.

In a few days, both Rong Chuan and Gao Yuanyou will enter Xiuchuan Academy to study, and they will not stay in Tingfeng Building.

Rong Chuan went first, followed by Qiqi, leaving Gao Yuanyou alone in the flower hall with a little embarrassment.

Qiqi turned around and said, "Brother came to Liuhuo City to study, did my godfather bring me a present?"

Gao Yuanyou smiled: "Naturally."

The three of them left the flower hall together.

When he went out, he saw King Xiaoyang standing in the yard.

The warm spring sun shone on him, as if it had coated him with a layer of bright gold.

The coquettish and evil breath rushed towards the face, making people unable to help but shake their minds.

Mingming Rong Chuan is also considered a handsome man in Linshui County, standing in front of him, he looks like a long-term attendant waiting for orders.

Obviously Gao Yuanyou can be regarded as an official son of Lizhou Mansion, standing in front of him, he looks like a groom driving a carriage.

Qiqi blinked: "Why haven't you left yet?"

He pursed his lips, and said calmly: "This king remembered that the shop over the central square is about to be repaired, and it happens that you have nothing to do, so I want to take you to have a look."

The word "Ben Wang" came out, seeing his proud and independent aristocratic aura, Gao Yuanyou hurriedly bowed down: "The grassroots refer to the lord."

Rong Chuan couldn't believe it: "Brother Gao, you are stupid, this... this person..."

Qiqi was a little embarrassed, seeing her cousin's exaggerated expression, she became more and more embarrassed: "Cousin, I welcomed you in just now, but I forgot to introduce you because of my pleasure. He is... the king of Xiaoyang who promoted my father to work in the Ministry of Industry."

King Xiaoyang blurted out three words, Rong Chuan's face turned pale, and his feet went limp with a plop.

Go out, still take a carriage.

The carriage belonged exclusively to King Xiaoyang, and the black eagle pattern embroidered on the carriage was vivid, as if Linger was about to pounce.

There was a lot of traffic on Central Avenue, but none of them dared to fight with them.

It was such a smooth trip, King Xiaoyang's expression softened a little.

"When did you become so familiar with Rong Chuan?" He spoke in a calm voice.

Qiqi couldn't bear it: "He is my cousin, of course I know him well."

The two are actually childhood sweethearts, and the Rong and Jiang families have long intended to get married.

For some reason, she just didn't dare to tell him.

He raised his eyebrows: "Before you entered the palace, Jiang Maoyou seemed to intend to betroth you to Rong Chuan?"

Startled, Qiqi raised her eyes to look at him and forgot to speak for a moment.

The two have no more words.

Go all the way to the central square.

When they arrived at the place, the carriage stopped, and Qiqi quickly jumped out of the carriage, afraid to see his face again.

The shop is in the most conspicuous position on the square.

There are two floors of the building, and the signboards have not been hung up yet, but the beams and columns are all painted bright red, which is very festive.

The craftsmen are busy carving patterns and laying floor tiles.

Qiqi looked over and asked, "Is this the place?"

King Xiaoyang nodded and walked into the building.

The hall is spacious, with new tables and chairs, and some workers are cleaning them back and forth.

On the stairs leading to the second floor, workers are painting.

The smell was a bit pungent, Qiqi covered her mouth and nose, and looked up at the craftsmen binding the dust.

The place is spacious and the location is good.

If the business is opened here, there is no problem with making money every day.

Of course, the premise is that it tastes good.

Qiqi couldn't help but lack confidence: "What do you think about my cooking? Can it be sold?"

King Xiaoyang turned his head, his eyes were as cold as ever: "What do you think?"

Qiqi was stunned: "I..."

She really doesn't know too well.

Although King Guangdu and Emperor Wuwei, including King Xiaoyang, and even the old man Huishan all thought that the small hot pot she made was delicious.

However, she really has no idea what kind of good it is.

She suddenly felt a little stage fright to place in such a conspicuous place for business and attract customers.

After all, her title of third-class imperial chef was also obtained through the back door, and she was not really selected based on her ability.

She was struggling, but he said: "Just because of your signboard as a third-class imperial chef, there are a lot of people coming to eat. Are you afraid that you won't be able to sell it?"

Qiqi is noncommittal.

He glanced lightly at the audience, then looked back at the open door, and said coldly: "Actually, who in the upper class would really like to eat something? It's just for entertainment."

He looked at the crowds in the square and smiled slightly: "If people all over the world agree that only by coming to our place to eat can they show their status and taste. Do you think they will come?"

Qiqi blinked and understood immediately.

He looked back into her eyes: "Even if our food is extremely bad, but everyone agrees, who dares to say it's bad?"

To say it is poor means that you have no taste, no class, and not worth enough.

Qiqi curled her lips into a smile, completely enlightened: "I really didn't realize that you have a business mind."

He smiled charmingly: "There are still many that this king knows, and you will not be able to understand them all in your life."

A lifetime is too long, Qiqi thinks it doesn't matter who it is, it's just a fool.

She looked away, pretending to be indifferent.

But he laughed: "Have you figured out what I asked you last time?"

last time?

Qiqi does not understand.

He raised his eyebrows: "What are you thinking about this king's proposal to you?"

She was stunned, when did he propose to her, why didn't she know?
"I……"

She faltered: "It seems that we are not... that familiar, right?"

His face darkened: "You have forgotten such an important matter?"

Qiqi has a dark face, she really can't remember.

He was depressed, and said coldly: "If you can't remember it, let it be, just treat it as if the king's brain is flooded. You... Since you are afraid that you won't be able to sell the hot pot, go to the kitchen to study it."

The kitchen is in the backyard, Qiqi hurriedly fled there.

He followed unhurriedly.

The kitchen is huge, bigger than the main courtyard of Tingfeng Building.

There are dozens of iron pots and dozens of stoves inside.

Probably, King Xiaoyang planned to cook the dishes here before serving them to the guests.

Qiqi's eyes flickered, she turned her head and said, "Can't we eat while cooking?"

She blinked: "Just set up the stove in the private room and the hall, and cook while eating. The guests can choose the cook to cook, or they can cook by themselves. What do you think?"

He raised his eyebrows.

Qiqi curled her lips into a smile: "Change the table first."

Seeing that King Xiaoyang didn't quite understand what she meant, Qiqi immediately found a pen and paper, and began to draw on the table in the hall.

She didn't draw well, barely enough, but the pattern was clear.

The square table, big or small, is hollowed out in the center, and a charcoal stove is set up, which is just right for cooking hot pot.

The iron pot has also changed its style, or a large pot with a small pot, or a half-open mandarin duck pot, which is convenient for cooking various tastes.

She even designed the screen partition in the hall.

So ordinary, regardless of whether it is male or female, they seem to be able to eat with satisfaction.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at the way she was drawing the blueprint carefully, and said with pursed lips: "What is in your head...Why does this king think that you are the same as before..."

She didn't hear what he said, so she only replied vaguely: "That's it. After all, how can a female customer who can eat here be casually looked at by others, what do you think?"

She turned her head and looked at him eagerly.

He nodded: "Yes."

The dining alchemist made adjustments, and the shop could only delay its opening.

However, in the words of Qiqi, it is better to open in the winter, just to attract popularity.

Just feeling sorry for the rent, she hurriedly added: "Let's get it done quickly, one day's delay is one day's rent, which is precious."

He walked beside her, his eyes flashed, and he finally held back what he wanted to say.

When they came, the two of them were still pale, and when they went back to Tingfenglou, their anger suddenly became active.

Qiqi chattered about business strategies, Xiaoyang Wang only listened quietly, nodding occasionally.

As long as he nodded, she would be able to talk for another half an hour with a smile on her face.

There were strawberries and melon seeds on the coffee table, he picked up a bamboo stick and put a strawberry on it and handed it to her.

She reached out to pick it up, ate it cheerfully, and gradually wiped out a pile.

After eating, he sighed contentedly: "It's a pity that I didn't see any strawberry sellers on the street. Otherwise, I'll bring some for my mother."

His eyes flashed: "They all come from the palace. If you like it, let Chunshui get another box."

She blinked, shaking her head hastily.

When we arrived at Tingfeng Tower, Mrs. Jiang was waiting at the door. When she saw Qiqi getting out of the car with a plate of strawberries, she hurriedly stepped forward and said, "But... I'm back."

She tried her best to smile at King Xiaoyang: "The prince is eating at home?"

King Xiaoyang smiled slightly: "No need, He Qiqi ate something when he came back, but he wasn't hungry."

Behind the door, Rong Chuan and Gao Yuanyou happened to hear it, and their expressions were a little strange.

King Xiaoyang didn't seem to see him, he stretched out his hand to tidy up the back of Qiqi, and said gently: "Go back. Regarding your request, I will go back and consider it. I will pick you up tomorrow."

His movements were very light, and she really didn't feel that he adjusted the back of her skirt for her.

After all, she doesn't have eyes in the back of her head.

She smiled and nodded: "Okay, you can go." After speaking, she turned around and dragged Mrs. Jiang into the courtyard.

Xiaoyang Wang Yundan stood outside the door, watching Qiqi enter the door, and then shifted his gaze to Rong Chuan's face.

With just one glance, his face turned cold, and he turned back and got into the carriage.

The carriage was flying fast, kicking up dust all over the place, making Rong sweat dripping from the beating.

(End of this chapter)