Dongzhi turned his head around and praised: "It really is a royal carriage, luxurious, warm, and fragrant..."
Nan Ming glanced away lightly, and Dong Zhi obediently shut her mouth.
In the middle of the carriage was a small table with a food box on it.
Nanming opened the box and saw some preserved fruit snacks, which were small and exquisite. He pinched a dried plum and put it in his mouth. It was sour and sweet - well, a little greasy.
Dongzhi looked at Nanming in surprise: His young master doesn't like sweets...
*
"Yipinxian" restaurant.
After Nan Ming left, Feng Danning immediately appeared: "Feng Weihuan, let's talk."
Without any explanation, he took the person into the box.
As soon as the door closed, Feng Weihuan shouted: "What are you doing if men and women do not kiss each other..."
"You also know that men and women cannot be intimate with each other!" Feng Danning was furious: "Aren't you willing to run away from home and break off the engagement? What does it mean to break off the engagement and get involved with someone else?"
"What does 'pulling together' mean? What did we do? How about exchanging ideas on writing storybooks?" Feng Weihuan asked dissatisfied.
"What do you want to share your experience with? I am a top scholar, how can I share this with you?" Feng Danning said with a look on his face, "If you want to lie, make up a better lie."
Feng Weihuan hooked his hands and motioned for Feng Danning to come closer: "Third brother, do you know what is the most popular script on the market today?"
"It seems to be a story about a prime minister and a little orphan girl. I can't remember the name."
"Then do you think who wrote this storybook?"
"Anyway, you didn't write it -" Feng Dan Ning Fu looked at Feng Weihuan in disbelief: "No way..."
Feng Weihuan nodded seriously: "Yes, it was written by Nan Zhuangyuan."
"Written by Nan Zhuangyuan..." Nan Ming's elegant filter shattered into dregs in Feng Danning's mind.
"When I heard what Shopkeeper He said, my expression and thoughts were exactly the same as yours."
"Why would he write such a strong story?" Feng Danning couldn't understand.
"Eating for a living." Feng Weihuan added two more words: "Original words."
"It's true - people can't be judged by their appearance." Feng Danning could only comment like this, and then looked at Feng Weihuan suspiciously: "You really only talked about how to write a storybook?"
"No, of course there are other things..."
"What's the matter?" Feng Danning almost jumped up like a cat with fried fur.
"Let's eat! How stingy I look if I don't invite people to a meal in a restaurant!" Feng Weihuan was speechless.
"Can't you finish it all at once?"
"Didn't you interrupt me?"
"Is there really nothing else besides these?"
"No more! Don't worry, good horses don't turn around. People have a sweetheart, and I don't want to be a third party that interferes with their feelings." Feng Weihuan also answered the questions that Feng Danning would ask next.
Then he said: "My carriage has gone to see Mr. Nan off. I will go back with you."
Feng Danning glanced at her: "Have you paid for today's meal?"
Feng Weihuan immediately looked innocent and said with a smile: "No, third brother is so generous, he will definitely not calculate the cost of a meal with me."
"hehe."
"Oh, by the way, in order to show the enthusiasm and generosity of the three princes, I also gave Mr. Nan a stack of 50% off coupons."
"How much is one stack?" Feng Danning gritted his teeth.
"Ten? Twenty? Oh, I can't remember clearly. I just took it casually."
