Mu Yunhan was confused and a little angry at the same time.
Paying her to accompany him to talk, what does she think she is?
Seeing the anger in her eyes, Thirteenth Niang hurriedly smiled and said, "Sir, what you said is not appropriate. You will not be rewarded for your merits. You will scare the little girl."
Meng Jia hummed: "Then I'll cover all the dishes in your shop!"
Mu Yunhan calmed down and said, "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you. There are not many dishes in the shop. Some of the dishes are ordered by customers. The freshest and best ones have been sent over. There is enough for you."
"Are you stupid?" Meng Jia said irritably: "It's gone today, can't you make a reservation for tomorrow?"
Mu Yunhan said quietly: "I can't give them all to you tomorrow. There are only so many vegetables. Some customers have made reservations long ago, so we can't break our promise."
"You dare to go against me?" Meng Jia glared at her angrily, "Do you know who I am?"
Thirteenth Niang coughed hard: "Cough, cough..."
Mu Yunhan shook his head firmly: "I don't know. I just know that you are a nobleman from the capital. Your status is extraordinary and not something ordinary people can reach."
It's a joke. Even if you know it, you still have to say you don't know it. Otherwise, wouldn't you really be someone with ulterior motives?
"Hmph, it's good to know!" Meng Jia snorted coldly. As soon as he flicked his sleeves, someone placed a finely crafted white rattan lounge chair under the shade of a tree and invited him to take a seat.
He lay down lazily and said arrogantly: "Sit down."
Someone brought a chair and asked Mu Yunhan to take a seat.
Mu Yunhan nodded and thanked her, and sat down quietly.
Meng Jia raised his chin towards Thirteenth Niang: "You can sit down too."
Qingfu was extremely desperate, and she still didn't understand. The young master slapped her mouth in front of everyone, but asked the two women to sit down and talk. It was obvious that he was telling everyone that no matter how decent the maids in the house were, they could not compare to the stewards outside.
Or maybe, the young master knew everything she did. After all, the young master was famous for his intelligence before he got sick.
If this is true, won't she be abandoned by the young master in the future?
Qingfu shuddered and turned into a puddle of mud, feeling extremely regretful.
Thirteen Niang is a human spirit, so she naturally saw what Meng Jia meant. Most of the dissatisfaction and depression in her heart were gone, and her smile became more sincere: "Thank you, Master, for the seat."
Meng Jia leaned on the white rattan lounge chair and stared at Mu Yunhan unscrupulously: "How far is Shoushan Town from Xiangshan Mountain?"
Mu Yunhan looked at his nose and heart: "It's about ten miles away."
"Have you ever been in?"
"No, Xiangshan is a land of dragon veins. No one is allowed to enter without permission. At worst, your knees will be dug out, and at worst, your relatives will be implicated."
"Tsk..." Meng Jia snorted contemptuously, tapped the handrail with his fingers, and stared blankly at the patch of weeds on the top of the wall.
It was getting late, and Mu Yunhan was a little anxious, thinking about finding an excuse to leave. Suddenly, Meng Jia said: "I heard that you are cooperating with our family in the medicinal materials business? Then can you find me some good night food?"
Jiaoteng?”
Mu Yunhan was stunned, and then couldn't help but get excited.
Yejiaoteng is mainly used to treat fatigue, insomnia and dreaminess. Does Mr. Meng also have this kind of trouble?
His eyes were bloodshot, he was irritable and irritable, his complexion was dull, his hair was dull, and there were several bright red pimples on his forehead...
The more I look at them, the more they look like each other!
Mu Yunhan pressed the button and got excited: "Young lady, I'm trying my best. There are a lot of good medicines in Duyun Mountain, but it will take some time to find them. I wonder if the young master can wait?" (To be continued)