Inviting Jin Qing and his party to sit down at the table, the waiter quickly brought a plate of cooked beef, "Sir, this is the fresh beef cooked in our restaurant. Please try it fresh."
Jin Qing looked at the plate of beef without saying a word, wondering what he was thinking.
Qian Duoduo looked at the waiter with a smile on his face, "Your store is really interesting. Others only give out a plate of beans, but you are willing to give out meat."
Although there are only a few thin slices, it is still meat.
The store owner is so generous, maybe he has other motives. .??.
The waiter nodded and bowed with a smile on his face, "Sir, as you said, in our place, the food is much more expensive than the meat."
While talking, he poured water for several people, "A noble man came here a few days ago. The girl is really bodhisattva-hearted. She gave us a recipe for growing bean sprouts from beans, so that we can eat fresh and juicy vegetables.
Sir, would you like to try something new?"
Mo Qianxue looked at the waiter coldly and said something was wrong.
Normally, when a customer enters the store, the waiter will look at his or her clothes to confirm his or her spending power.
But the waiter's eyes kept wandering around their necks and wrists.
Mo Qianxue has a clear understanding of his own appearance. It is difficult to find anyone with such an appearance in the world.
Both men and women can't help but keep their eyes on him.
But the waiter’s interest is in Qian Duoduo. What are Qian Duoduo’s characteristics: strong, fat, and fleshy?
Therefore, he had a bold guess that this store might be a black shop.
The characteristics of black shops
Mo Qianxue's eyes fell on the pieces of meat in front of her, "Xiaoer, tell me yourself, should you give us your meat?"
Hearing Mo Qianxue's words, the waiter was about to reply when he heard a clear voice: "This is the first time I have been running this big car shop for so long that I know that my meat is not meant for people to eat."
On the official road, Prince Jing's carriage was running quickly towards the border town.
At this time, Pei'er was hiding aside and shivering, not daring to look at Prince Jing's cold face.
Prince Jing clenched his hands into fists. He had not received any news from the mountain for half a month. Something must have happened.
According to the law, any prince who has a fiefdom will lose the qualification to inherit the throne and cannot enter the capital at will without permission.
The few titled princes who were left in the capital were fighting fiercely overtly and covertly.
My father's attitude was quite ambiguous. One day he would boast about it, the next day he would talk about giving a fief to someone, and the day after tomorrow he would talk about asking them to have more heirs.
Sometimes when I see which two sons are too calm, I don't forget to provoke a fight between them.
The euphemistic name is to select the most suitable successor.
But they all know very well that their father has no intention of giving up the throne at all, and what they are doing now is just to make them fight, so as not to keep staring at the throne.
Feeling that he was not the most suitable heir in the eyes of his father, Prince Jing thought of a good way to raise private soldiers close to the border town.
This position can be advanced, attacked, retreated or defended.
If one day he is ready to seize the throne, these private soldiers and weapons will become his escape route after failure.
If it didn't work, he would open the city gates and let foreigners enter the Central Plains.
At that time, no matter how many cities he captured, he would be able to share them equally with his opponent.
Being an idle emperor who can be completely independent is very happy.
But since half a month ago, the peace letters I received every two days have disappeared.
It had been a month and a half since they left the mountain. Calculating the distance traveled by the messenger, it was at least twenty days ago.
Although he has sent out messengers to investigate, the other party cannot go back and forth so fast.
Knowing that this matter was of great importance, King Jing immediately ordered his people to return to the voyage.
Thinking of this, Prince Jing raised his finger at Pei'er, "Why are you running so far away and why don't you come here to make me happy?"
At the end of this chapter, Jin Qing and his party were invited to sit down at the table. The waiter quickly brought a plate of cooked beef, "Sir, this is the newly cooked beef in our restaurant. Please try it fresh."
Jin Qing looked at the plate of beef without saying a word, wondering what he was thinking.
Qian Duoduo looked at the waiter with a smile on his face, "Your store is really interesting. Others only give out a plate of beans, but you are willing to give out meat."
Although there are only a few thin slices, it is still meat.
The store owner is so generous, maybe he has some other agenda.
The waiter nodded and bowed with a smile on his face, "Sir, as you said, in our place, the food is much more expensive than the meat."
While talking, he poured water for several people, "A noble man came here a few days ago. The girl is really bodhisattva-hearted. She gave us a recipe for growing bean sprouts from beans, so that we can eat fresh and juicy vegetables. Sir, would you like to try something new?"
Mo Qianxue looked at the waiter coldly and said something was wrong.
Normally, when a customer comes in, the waiter in a store will look at the customer's clothing to confirm the customer's spending power.
But the waiter's eyes kept wandering around their necks and wrists.
Mo Qianxue has a clear understanding of his own appearance. It is difficult to find anyone with such an appearance in the world.
Both men and women can't help but keep their eyes on him.
But the waiter’s interest is in Qian Duoduo. What are Qian Duoduo’s characteristics: strong, fat, and fleshy?
Therefore, he had a bold guess that this store might be a black shop.
The characteristics of black shops
Mo Qianxue's eyes fell on the pieces of meat in front of her, "Xiaoer, tell me yourself, should you give us your meat?"
Hearing Mo Qianxue's words, the waiter was about to reply when he heard a clear voice: "This is the first time I have been running this big car shop for so long that I know that my meat is not meant for people to eat."
On the official road, Prince Jing's carriage was running quickly towards the border town.
At this time, Pei'er was hiding aside and shivering, not daring to look at Prince Jing's cold face.
Prince Jing clenched his hands into fists. He had not received any news from the mountain for half a month. Something must have happened.
According to the law, any prince who has a fiefdom will lose the qualification to inherit the throne and cannot enter the capital at will without permission.
The few titled princes who were left in the capital were fighting fiercely overtly and covertly.
My father's attitude was quite ambiguous. One day he would boast about it, the next day he would talk about giving a fief to someone, and the day after tomorrow he would talk about asking them to have more heirs.
Sometimes when I see which two sons are too calm, I don't forget to provoke a fight between them.
The euphemistic name is to select the most suitable successor.
But they all know very well that their father has no intention of giving up the throne at all, and what they are doing now is just to make them fight, so as not to keep staring at the throne.
Feeling that he was not the most suitable heir in the eyes of his father, Prince Jing thought of a good way to raise private soldiers close to the border town.
This position can be advanced, attacked, retreated or defended.
If one day he is ready to seize the throne, these private soldiers and weapons will become his escape route after failure.
If it didn't work, he would open the city gates and let foreigners enter the Central Plains.
At that time, no matter how many cities he captured, he would be able to share them equally with his opponent.
Being an idle emperor who can be completely independent is very happy.
But since half a month ago, the peace letters I received every two days have disappeared.
It had been a month and a half since they left the mountain. Calculating the distance traveled by the messenger, it was at least twenty days ago.
Although he has sent out messengers to investigate, the other party cannot go back and forth so fast.
Knowing that this matter was of great importance, Prince Jing immediately ordered his people to return to the voyage.
Thinking of this, Prince Jing raised his finger at Pei'er, "Why are you running so far away and why don't you come here to make me happy?"