A young master has a tall and straight figure and a dignified temperament. He is dressed in a moon-white brocade robe and has a dark purple cloak behind him.

The cloak covered his face, but the cold pressure emanating from his whole body was enough to make people shudder and dare not look directly.

Another young master has his hair tied up with a sky-blue jade belt inlaid with gems, and is wearing a luxurious brocade robe of the same color. A belt inlaid with red gems is particularly eye-catching in the sun.

This young man has a handsome demeanor and handsome features, especially a pair of peach-blossom eyes. When he raises his eyebrows, he can win the hearts of even women, not to mention girls.

As soon as the two appeared, they attracted everyone's attention.

Liu Erniu held the tofu, frowned at it, raised the shovel in his hand, and said viciously: "Who? Who dares to run wild on my Liu Erniu territory?"

The two young masters did not look back. The guards behind them all looked at Liu Erniu, frightening him.

The shovel fell from the air, and Liu Erniu ran home while shouting, "Mom, come quickly. Someone is robbing my wife, woo woo woo, I can't live anymore, I can't live anymore..."

He ran very fast, but the tofu in his hand did not fall.

When everyone came back to their senses, someone whispered: "Who are these two young masters?"

"The young man in white must be Mr. Mo from Jiangcheng."

"This young man has a good temperament. I heard that Miss Xia is his savior."

Some people couldn't help but sigh: "What a blessing it must be to save such a person!"

"Isn't it?"

Some people looked envious and said, "The last time Zhang Cuicui blackmailed the Xia family, if he hadn't come forward, the person who went to jail that time would have been Xia Qianqian."

"Hey," someone was very gossipy and maliciously speculated: "You think, this time Zhang Cuicui went to jail and died in prison, will it be..."

The rest of the words were not spoken, and everyone else understood what he meant.

Everyone gave him a hard look.

Someone spoke up and shouted in a low voice: "What are you thinking? Doesn't free tofu taste good? I can't stop your bad mouth."

The man was completely silent.

People's eyes fell on another person.

Who is this handsome young man with a smiling face?

I’ve never seen it, and I’ve never heard of it.

"Miss Xia."

Hu Tang took the lead to step forward, looked at the scene in front of him, and said with a smile: "Are you opening a business and planning to start a tofu business?"

"Yes!" Xia Qianqian put a piece on a small bamboo board and handed it to him, "By coincidence, I have a few more pieces here. I'll give you one piece and take it back to try it."

Hu Tang took it, sniffed it, and noticed the small bag beside him with sharp eyes, "This is..."

"This is a secret sauce. When paired with tofu, it can be made into Mapo Tofu."

"It looks good." Hu Tang held the tofu in his hand and looked at the only two pieces of tofu left in the basin, waiting to speak.

Beside him, someone pushed him to the side, stood directly in front, and stretched out his hand towards Xia Qianqian.

Xia Qianqian raised her eyes and looked at the serious face under the bamboo hat, feeling funny in her heart, "Do you want it too?"

"If he has it, I will definitely have it."

Xia Qianqian handed him a piece of tofu in the basin.

Ji Zimo took it, transferred his right hand to his left hand, stretched out his empty palm, and looked eagerly at the only piece left in the basin.

Xiao Yong on the side lowered his head silently.

Your Highness, how many people are lining up to visit Prince Xian’s mansion to give you gifts.

The gifts sent are all priceless and rare treasures from aristocratic families.

And you threw all those things out the door, and now you are standing at the gate of a farmhouse, queuing up to grab a free piece of tofu.

I simply couldn’t see it.

Xia Qianqian hesitated for a moment, then handed the last piece of tofu in the basin to her and said in a good temper: "Do you want this piece too?"

"Hmm!"

Ji Zimo held two pieces of tofu in his hands and glanced at Hu Tang, "How do you make Mapo tofu?"

"Heat oil in a pot and stir-fry the sauce, add tofu, add a little water, and simmer for a quarter of an hour. Take it out of the pot and add coriander or garlic sprouts. It will be delicious." He asked seriously, and she answered seriously.

"Oh!"

Ji Zimo held the tofu in his hands and took two more bags of secret ingredients. He was full of gains and felt comfortable for a moment. "I want to talk to you about something?"

Hu Tang on the side couldn't stand it any longer and stopped him: "Master Mo, everything comes first, first served. I also want to talk to Miss Xia about something. After we finish talking, you can talk to her again."

"No, I have to talk first." Ji Zimo refused abruptly.

"Why!" Hu Tang was dissatisfied and protested: "Miss Xia, our Xuanyage has lost the qualification to pay tribute to fabrics this time, and we have suffered a great loss. This has something to do with you, but I don't care, I sincerely invite you,

Come to our Xuanyage and be our painter."

This request is not too much.

She likes to draw, and it doesn't matter to her who she draws for.

"I..." Xia Qianqian was about to answer when the person beside her stood in front of her and said coldly: "She is the painter of our Yupin Pavilion."

Hu Tang was furious at Ji Zimo's arrogance and mocked: "The fact that the pattern she gave to Yupinge could be thrown away and left idle fully shows that Yupinge has never paid attention to her, and our Xuanxuan

Accord will never be like this."

Hu Tang stretched out a finger and promised Xia Qianqian: "How about one hundred and two months' salary a month?"

The famous painter in Xuan Ya Ge's monthly salary is only fifty taels, and he must submit a certain number of manuscripts every month. Only after passing the approval can he get money.

One hundred taels is indeed a high salary.

Xia Qianqian started to feel itchy and raised her eyebrows, "Okay, I..."

"No!" Ji Zimo frowned and said slowly: "I will pay two hundred taels, a monthly salary."

The monthly salary of two hundred and twenty taels is comparable to that of a small county official.

The people around were frightened and didn't know what was going on.

"I have three hundred taels." Hu Tang started to compete.

"Four hundred taels!"

"Five hundred taels..."

The two of them exchanged words with each other, and the monthly salary mentioned in their conversation suddenly shattered the three views of a group of people.

For hundreds of taels a month, please hire Xia Qianqian as a painter.

A stupid girl has just learned how to weave bamboo baskets, bake bricks, and build houses, and now she can make tofu, but someone is rushing to spend hundreds of taels of silver to invite her to paint?

Oh my god!

Crazy!

Crazy!

Crazy!

Either Xia Qianqian is crazy, or there is something wrong with these two teenagers, and they are both crazy.

Li Yunniang was so frightened by the two people's words that she grabbed Xia Qianqian's sleeve and asked nervously: "Qianqian, what did you draw?"

Why would these two people pay such a high price to hire her as a painter?

Recently, my daughter knows more and more things, which makes her a little scared.

Is such a daughter still her daughter?

Xia Qianqian frowned and stretched out her hand to separate the two of them, "Those paintings were scrawled by me. I know myself and they are not worth so much money at all."

"Starting from tomorrow, I will pick beans and grind soy milk, and then start making tofu the day after tomorrow. I have been very busy recently and really have no time to draw."

She flatly rejected their invitation.
Chapter completed!