Li Patang quickly covered his butt with both hands and rushed straight to the backyard without any time to think about anything else.
The waiter covered his nose with his hand, fanned himself, and sneered.
He went up to the second floor with tea and listened to the sounds in each room.
There were very few people in the restaurant at this time, and there were even fewer private rooms. There were only two private rooms that had been opened, and they happened to be by the window.
The waiter immediately understood. He went downstairs and threw a coin to the beggar at the door.
"Hurry up, hurry up, don't delay my business!"
The waiter threw the coin and drove the person away, then wiped it with the towel on his shoulder and returned to the restaurant.
The beggar responded "Hey, hey", calmly held the copper plate in his hand, turned around and walked to a corner with the broken bowl in hand.
There was a small piece of paper taped under the copper plate with the words "Street Front" written on it.
The beggar squatted in the corner for a while, and then he saw a carriage approaching the restaurant.
The driver looked very familiar.
The beggar rushed forward and bumped into the carriage with an "ouch" sound.
"what happened?"
The driver quickly got out of the car and asked.
"What are you talking about! Why are you driving so fast?"
"broken car!"
As he spoke, the beggar angrily hit the carriage with something, but he was not accurate enough and threw all the things into the carriage.
The coachman quickly stopped him, and the beggar threw him a few times. Seeing that the coachman was blocking him, he said a harsh word and left with a sigh.
In the carriage, Muchuan's mouth twitched when he heard the beggar talking about "speed".
He picked up the copper coins, took a look at them, and then gave instructions to the driver outside.
"Go to the teahouse opposite."
The driver said yes.
"You originally wanted to take me to the restaurant directly?"
The prince asked in surprise, is this a little too disrespectful of Du Jiachen's plan?
"Yes, it stands to reason that Du Jiachen will never dare to take action against Fang Cheng this time, but just in case, he still needs the help of the county king."
After Muchuan finished speaking, he opened the curtain and got out of the car first, then stood outside the car and personally opened the curtain for the prince.
When the prince got out of the car, his face once again put on that look that no one could look down on.
As soon as the waiter in the teahouse saw this posture, he knew that a noble person was coming to the door, so he quickly used the towel on his shoulder to wipe the non-existent dust on his body, with a flattering smile on his face.
"You two gentlemen are here, please come inside! There is a nice private room on the second floor specially provided for you two gentlemen."
As the waiter spoke, he stretched his arms to welcome the person inside.
The prince glanced at the clerk out of the corner of his eye and threw a small piece of silver to him.
"The mouth is quite sweet, thank you."
Muchuan followed behind and went upstairs.
"Open all the doors to the private rooms, I want to choose carefully."
The prince of the county stood at the stairs on the second floor, and the second-generation rich man with a lot of money was in control.
There is no reason for the waiter to disobey. As long as there is an empty private room, the door will be opened one by one.
"Master, which one do you want to choose?"
The waiter bowed close to the king and followed him to choose from one room to another.
"This is it.
Here’s your most expensive tea.”
After the prince gave his instructions, he walked in. Muchuan didn't say anything the whole way and followed him in.
After closing the door of the elegant room, Muchuan couldn't stop laughing.
"What's wrong?
Is this weird for me?"
Seeing Muchuan smiling like this, the prince felt a little uncomfortable for a moment.
I looked down at my clothes, and there was nothing wrong with them.
"The prince really has the potential for acting. The second generation of the nouveau riche is so vivid!"
Muchuan almost gasped with laughter and spoke intermittently.
The prince couldn't help but want to laugh because of him, but he couldn't understand what Muchuan said no matter how hard he thought about it.
"What is acting?
What is the second generation of the nouveau riche?”
The prince asked curiously.
"This is it"
Muchuan suddenly stopped laughing. How could he explain acting without the prince thinking he was treating him as an actor?
He turned around and saw Fang Cheng and Du Jiachen across the road.
"My lord, look!"
Muchuan pointed to the opposite side.
The prince took a look and saw that Fang Cheng was talking to Du Jiachen.
"It seems like the conversation is going well. It doesn't look like it's going to collapse. I just don't know what they are talking about."
The prince looked at it and concluded.
"What's so difficult about this?
As long as you can read lips, don't you know?"
Muchuan smiled, but secretly activated the system.
"Master Mu, can you read lips?"
The prince looked at Master Mu in surprise. What else could Master Mu not know?
"I know a little bit, I'll try it first."
Although the lip translation provided by the system can be used to translate almost 100%, it is provided with system points after all. One day he has no points. If someone asks him to translate lip language, he can use the lip translation he has learned.
If you are not good at art, you will put it off.
Muchuan thought like this, and used the points in the system to exchange for lip translation, which lasted for one hour.
That's enough. No matter how much nonsense Du Jiachen kept, he would go directly to the restaurant if he didn't let her go for more than an hour.
The prince just looked at Muchuan and closed his eyes for a while, then opened them again and looked confident.
"What did you say?"
He looked at Muchuan expectantly.
"There is no content, just business talk."
Muchuan looked at it for a while, then turned around and didn't bother to look again.
“What is business blowback?”
The prince frowned and asked.
He thought Muchuan was so magical, he knew many things and could speak many things.
"It's just careless, uh, insincere compliments to each other."
As soon as Muchuan finished saying "Don't be distracted", he quickly changed his words when he thought that the prince would definitely ask what "lost his mind" meant.
"Oh, how can one be sincere if he wants to kill the other?"
The prince snorted coldly and took a sip of tea.
"This tea is not bad."
In the restaurant, Fang Chenggang and Du Jiachen exchanged compliments, which made him feel hungry and thirsty.
Only then did he begin to regret not reading more books, and he couldn't even speak with some gorgeous words.
It was as if he had just been humbled by each other, and he was completely defeated by Du Jiachen.
Fang Cheng felt that he was too frustrated to lose.
"By the way, Brother Du, why did you call me here?"
Fang Cheng took a sip of tea and asked hoarsely.
He thought he would have to risk his life to see Du Jiachen, but he didn't expect that he would also have to risk his voice.
"It's nothing, just chatting with Brother Fang and admiring Brother Fang."
Du Jiachen's voice also became hoarse. He also took a sip of tea, moistened his throat and said.
Fang Cheng was confused when he heard it, here he comes again, right?
You can’t stop praising me, right?
At the teahouse, Muchuan, who thought he was going to hear the key points, closed his eyes instantly.
He really didn't want to "listen" to these two people bragging about each other anymore.
"Why do you envy me? It's boring."
Fang Cheng finished speaking briefly and did not say anything further.
Fortunately, Du Jiachen didn't care why Fang Cheng didn't say he was envious of him, he just smiled and gave Fang Cheng more wine.
"Brother Fang and Master Mu are so close, I'm so jealous!"
"As you know, the people on my adoptive father's side are all weak scholars who are good at talking. None of them are like Mr. Mu, who knows everything."
Du Jiachen said with a sad look on his face, like a poor child who encountered a vicious stepmother.
