210. Chapter 210 Banquet of the Lord of the City Five
Naturally, Xue Ning and others did not dare to say anything. Whether to say anything or not would naturally depend on their master's intention.
The master has always disliked women getting close to each other. Even as a capable subordinate, Xue Ning would choose the position furthest away from him most of the time, precisely because she knew her master's temper.
However, they also knew that the master's rules had to be changed for the fourth young lady of the Shu family. Especially when they slept together in the same room that night, they were a little surprised.
Quan Shaohuang smiled and replied: "When you want to know, you will naturally know. It is not the time yet."
Shu Jingrong immediately felt angry in her heart when she heard his slow and nonchalant look.
Just when he was about to say something, something in his arms arched and his body moved.
She immediately took out the little pig in her arms and put it on the table. She stared at it closely, trying to see if this guy just looked a bit like a pig and if he was actually something powerful.
Spiritual beast.
"Uh-huh!"
Under the gaze of several people, Xiaozhu twisted his body, opened his round black eyes, called out twice, and stared at her.
As soon as Shu Jingrong heard its voice, she gave up in her heart: "Little Pig, are you really a Little Pig? Why not only do you look like a pig, but you even sound like a pig. Is this your true identity?
What level of spiritual beast are you, please tell me."
"Uh-huh!"
The little pig arched its little body, twirled its tail, and then glanced at the rice in her bowl. Her eyes flashed instantly and she ran over. She hummed and ate happily.
"Squeak!!"
Sanmao came out of Quan Shaohuang's arms with a huff. Seeing the little pig's whole little head looking like it was about to sink into the rice bowl, he immediately pointed and laughed, looking at it like it was good or bad.
Shu Jingrong took a breath silently and reached out to touch the little pig's head: "You must be hungry! Then eat more, the poor little pig must be frightened by hunger for such a small body."
Immediately she slapped the table and called the waiter. The sudden slap startled Little Pig, who raised his head and stared at her.
"Three more bowls of rice and five more steamed buns! And a plate of beef."
The extra food came quickly. Originally, she just wanted to let the piglet eat more food so that it could grow up. It would not look so small in the future, and it would be more majestic in size.
But soon the people at the table saw the piggy's appetite. After finishing everything on the table, they thought it was full.
But when Shu Jingrong met Xiaozhu's watery and pitiful eyes, she helplessly called the waiter again.
"Bring me another bucket of rice, twenty steamed buns, five plates of beef with soy sauce, and five vegetables."
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Quan Shaohuang looked at the eating piglet, glanced at Shu Jingrong with a half-smile, and said: "With such an appetite, even if there are more than you, I can still afford it."
Just when she was immersed in calculating how much it would cost to raise a piglet and how much food alone would cost in a day, she heard the man next to her say this in an understatement.
Mr. Quan, you are as rich as the country, you are a rich man!
Shu Jingrong stared at the food that was gradually dwindling, and gritted her teeth: "I can afford such an amount of food, so I won't bother you, old man."
When the tabletop was clean again, the little pig happily ran into her arms, arched her arms, and acted coquettishly to please her.
