Yun Qiao repeatedly said that his home was not good and not as good as Guangzhou. He could not hold back from falling out because he really treated Yun Qiao well.
"...What shall we eat later?" She changed the subject.
"Buddha probably jumped over the wall," Xi Lanting said casually.
Yun Qiao was stunned for a moment: "Buddha jumping over the wall is not a Guangzhou dish, right?"
"Southern cuisine is almost the same," he said. "Does it matter? I want to eat Buddha and jump over the wall anyway."
Yun Qiao: "..."
If people from the south hear this, they will definitely give Uncle Qi a good beating.
Speaking of which, there is really nothing delicious about Yancheng cuisine, but fish soup is more famous.
The fish soup is similar to Yancheng's Wensi Tofu: it is difficult to make and delicate, which makes people admire when you talk about it, but it tastes just like that and not very delicious.
It's difficult to make and tastes bad. It's no longer worthy of being called gourmet food, but can only be called a work of art.
Yun Qiao has been in Yancheng for so long that he has eaten good fish soup from that restaurant.
Guangzhou is full of delicious food.
Roast pig, roast goose, barbecued pork, all are hard dishes. The taste may be different in different stores, but they are all delicious. These are common ones, and there are others. Yun Qiao's mouth watered just thinking about them.
Xi Lanting glanced at her: "Have you been so greedy since you were a child, or have you become greedy recently?"
Yun Qiao: "I'm not greedy."
Xi Lanting: "If you listen to this, do you believe it?"
Yun Qiao: "..."
Uncle Qi is so annoying.
Yun Qiao decided not to get angry for now and see what Uncle Qi brought her to eat. If the lunch was good enough today, Yun Qiao wouldn't care; if it wasn't delicious, she would settle the score later in the year.
At this time, Xi Rong's car drove over, and Xi Zun was sitting in the passenger seat.
When they go out, they both have to protect Xi Lanting.
When they arrived at a splendidly decorated hotel, Xi Rong led the way: "Master Qi, please slow down."
Yun Qiao was thinking about food and squeezed into Xi Lanting's place when passing through the revolving door.
Xi Lanting had no choice but to dislike her again, because a revolving door could only accommodate one person, definitely not two.
Otherwise, if both of them were not fat, they would be standing against the glass and making people laugh.
Xi Lanting lowered his head and glanced at Yun Qiao.
Yun Qiao thought he was going to curse, but she saw him reach out and tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. His cold fingers slid across her cheek with a hint of helpless tolerance.
Someone hurried downstairs and happened to meet Xi Lanting and his party in the lobby.
"Lao Guo." Xi Rong greeted.
Mr. Guo is about forty years old this year. He has a well-kept figure. He is not fat. He is of medium height and has thick black hair. He is a little tan due to the sunshine in the south.
He immediately greeted Xi Lanting and actually wanted to hit Qian'er. Xi Lanting supported him and said, "No, others saw it and only laughed at us old antiques."
Lao Guo wanted to shake hands, but Xi Lanting waved and refused.
He never shakes hands with anyone.
"Master Qi, we have arranged a private room upstairs. Please invite it quickly." Lao Guo said.
He also glanced at Yun Qiao, wanting to say hello but not knowing how to address her.
Xi Rong saw it and took the initiative to say to him: "This is Miss Yun Qiao, just call me Miss Yun."
Lao Guo was stunned again.
Miss Yun...
What's going on with this confusion?
The woman who is following Mr. Qi must be his woman. She is neither Mrs. Qi nor concubine, she must be his "girlfriend".
In Guangzhou during this period, it was fashionable for many men to have girlfriends, even if they had numerous wives and concubines at home.
Some men have old-fashioned wives and aunts at home who cannot be taken out to socialize, and he doesn't want to add another house, so he just makes a girlfriend outside.
Not just anyone can be a "girlfriend". This girlfriend must be beautiful, have studied for several years, be well-mannered, and be similar to a "social butterfly."
Lao Guo looked at Yun Qiao again and felt that the seventh master of the Xi family was extremely noble and all his girlfriends were such top beauties.
Xi Lanting took a few steps forward, then turned back and took Yun Qiao's hand: "Walk faster, you are not active in eating."