Yan Xuehuai's expression is natural, and even the amplitude of her smile seems to be measured by a ruler, neither big nor small nor long nor short, with four teeth.

Yan Qi looked at her, with the same calm clouds and light wind, gentle and ethereal as the Buddhist son who was about to transform into a Buddha. If it weren't for his trembling eyes, Yan Xuehuai would have believed that he was a humble master.

Yan Qi took the menu, looked at it, and handed the menu to Yan Xuehuai.

Just hand it over, your arms are raised high, and you are not going to hand over the menu. You are clearly trying to hand over half of your arm to her.

There are still more than a dozen unbreasted pig elbows in the kitchen now, and there is no shortage of you, the big pig thrones.

Yan Xuehuai finished ordering the dishes with a smile, returned to the kitchen with a smile, and then brought them out with a smile. In the end, she did not forget to keep yesterday's promise and gave one more dish.

Yan Xuehuai's smile remained unchanged like a facial mask.

Lu Jinxing didn't dare to say a word throughout the whole process, but his eyes were rumbling around.

Yan Qi ate very quickly. Before Lu Jinxing had enough food, Yan Qi had already stood up and walked towards the door. Lu Jinxing had no choice but to wipe his mouth and follow him.

Yan Xuehuai's voice was like wiping honey: "Disciple walks slowly, and the distinguished guests often come."

Yan Qi remembered that Yan Xuehuai had never said these eight words to other guests, not only to other guests, but also to him before today.

What does this mean?

Farewell?

Seeing that he was confused, Lu Jinxing could no longer hold it back. He hid his face behind the folding fan and said to Yan Qi: "This is like sending the plague god."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Jinxing felt two ice rays shot straight towards him, and his heart suddenly became cold and filled with joy.

At this moment, Lu Jinxing was very suspicious that Yan Qi and his friendship that had been established since childhood were about to pass away with the wind.

He quickly slapped his mouth: "This smelly mouth!"

Yan Qi ignored him, walked to the door but stopped. Although the threshold was right in front of him, he did not take a step further.

Li Shiji's door was not big at first. Yan Qi was standing there and Lu Jinxing was there. The two tall and big men blocked the door tightly.

Yan Xuehuai felt that the light in the shop suddenly darkened. When he looked again, there was a screen wall and a flesh wall at the door.

What are these two people doing?

Is this treating myself as a door god?

The door god is standing on both sides. You block my door, not the door god, but the nerves!

She continued to keep the smile of four teeth and Shi Shiran walked over: "Two, what else do you have to give?"

Seeing that she finally came over, the old monk's expression on Yan Qi's face finally changed. He tilted his upper body as if the welcoming pineapple on Huangshan, his head was close to the position where Yan Xue's slaps two times, and lowered his voice: "I'm still wearing yesterday's clothes today."

Yan Xuehuai looked at him: "Are you finished?"

"It's over."

"Can you get out of here?"

“Get out of here.”

As soon as he asked, Yan Qi left quickly with Lu Jinxing, who had turned around in one step and three times.

Yan Xuehuai rolled her eyelids. She said something yesterday. She said that Yan Qi had never worn a double dress, so today he deliberately wore a double dress. No wonder when he ordered the dishes, his arms were raised so high that she almost mistakenly thought that he wanted to sell his elbow.

Childish, really childish.

This is the first time this person is chasing a girl, so he is so stupid.

Yan Xuehuai sat behind the counter and complained while calculating the accounts. She didn't plan to do it. She used a pen to make formulas on paper. After calculating, she threw the draft paper into the furnace and burned it into a handful of ashes. No one noticed her special calculation method.

But in the eyes of others, she is now writing with a pen, not calculating accounts.

When Zhang Xiaoping came in, he saw Yan Xuehuai who was writing quickly.

It turns out that Sister Huai can write.

Yes, although that second master Yan has a bad character, he is a juren.

Because the shops of the two families were next to each other, in his heart, Sister Huai was the little lady who opened a food shop. He actually forgot that she was actually a young lady from a juren family.

It's a daughter.

Zhang Xiaoping lowered his head silently.

His mother always says that the two families are in a good match, and he is really good at all. He is far inferior to others.

Yan Xuehuai happened to look up and saw Zhang Xiaoping. He hurriedly asked, "Brother Zhang, is it over school? Should I eat here or take it back?"

Zhang Wu's family's shop was closed very late. Most of the time, Zhang Wu's sister-in-law was too lazy to go back and cook. Since she had Li Shiji, she often sent her two sons to buy some food and take them back.

Zhang Xiaoping's face was flushed and he hurriedly said, "Do you still have buns?"

"Yes, do you still need twenty?" Yan Xuehuai asked.

"Yeah, twenty." Zhang Xiaoping said dumbly.

Yan Xuehuai felt that Zhang Xiaoping was a bit strange today. Maybe he didn't do well in the school and was scolded by his husband.

Zhang Xiaoping took the buns back to his shop. Instead of eating as usual, he listened to his mother telling about the latest news on the street, but took two buns into the inner room.

Mrs. Zhang Wu noticed something was wrong with her son, so she lifted the curtain and stretched out her head to look.

But I saw that my eldest son was eating buns while reciting books.

Mrs. Zhang tiptoed out and said to Zhang Wu who was eating buns: "Don't eat, it's a big deal to make my son Wenshu."

After saying that, he looked at the head of his second son Zhang Xiaoan: "And you, you learn from your brother too. Look at how hard your brother works, and look at you, you will know how to eat!"

Zhang Xiaoan shrank his neck and held half a bun in his hand. He didn't know whether he wanted to continue eating or to imitate his brother, so he also went in to read books.

In the inner room separated by a curtain, Zhang Xiaoping heard his mother's voice. He stuffed the bun in his hand into his mouth two or three times, picked up the book, and shook his head and carried it on his back.

He has to work harder than before. He wants to be a juren like Master Yan Er. No, he should not become a person like Master Yan Er. He wants to be a scholar, a juren, and he will be admitted to the Jinshi in the future.

Of course, Yan Xuehuai would not know. She just calculated the account and inspired a young man's enterprising spirit. If she knew, she would definitely expand.

In Liushu Hutong, Yan Qi was in a much better mood and actually took the initiative to comfort him.

Since his father ruthlessly suppressed his father, the people below reported to him and he had no good face.

Today is a rare kind of joy.

"What happened to Qi Wei? Have you found out?"

Lu Jinxing glanced at Amber, boy, it’s time for you to make meritorious contributions, please show your performance!

Amber pretended not to see Lu Jinxing wink him. Is it your turn to wink me? I am not yours.
Chapter completed!