Meng Yiqiu said with a slight smile on his face: "Why can't you just talk to Master Tang directly?"
Tang Shiyue saw it.
She frowned. Then she still had to kneel down and lick him, right? Treating him normally would be a mistake, and avoiding it would be a big mistake? How the hell did he develop this princess disease?
She was still hasty. She should have cooperated with another family, even if it was not as good as the Meng family, it would have been less troublesome.
She said calmly: "I have other things to do."
Meng Yiqiu smiled and said, "I wonder what it is?"
"It's about the workshop," Tang Shiyue said, "Have you ever played checkers? Have you seen mahjong? There are other things."
Meng Yiqiu was stunned again and was speechless for a long time.
It turns out that she didn't mean to let her go, there was something really wrong. Yes, she has more than one Yuefang, as well as a winery and a workshop. It is said that Fushou wine and checkers have also been sent to the palace, and the future is promising.
The Meng family does not have a workshop, and the winery is not under his control, but the family may not be unmoved by this unique wine in the world!
Meng Yiqiu was really losing his temper now. He wanted to say that he couldn't ask Xia Yuhui to run the workshop, but he knew that if he said it, she would definitely get him back.
There was no need for him to open his mouth at all.
So he could only nod his head empathetically: "I understand."
He shook his fan: "I wonder if I can go and have a look at this workshop?"
In fact, there is nothing to keep secret about the craftsmanship of the checkers, mahjong and so on that we are currently making. Tang Shiyue only said: "It's up to you."
Just as he was talking, Han Yi also came over.
He came over to celebrate the festival and discussed with her that he would go to Lanzhou tomorrow. Tang Shiyue expressed appreciation for his initiative: "Not bad, I can transfer it without dialing."
"That's right," Han Yi said with a playful smile, "Who are we? We are strangers once, but we are familiar the next time!"
As he spoke, he moved closer to her and turned his face to her to indicate Meng Yiqiu over there: "Well, what the hell is that, so girly?"
Tang Shiyue shushed him, and Han Yi smiled and grabbed some snacks from her table without saying anything else.
Later, Meng Yiqiu struggled to maintain his graceful demeanor and pretended not to hear... Looking at the familiar and informal postures of the two of them, and the man's charlatanism, it turns out that this little lady likes this kind of person? No wonder she is so unkind to him.
False words!
Today is the Lantern Festival after all. Mrs. Ye cooked a large table of dishes and made glutinous rice balls. After dinner, Han Yi left and left. When she turned around, Tang Shiyue was gone.
Meng Yiqiu can't go from house to house looking for someone, right?
He could only sit and chat with Xia Yuhui: "When someone stayed at home before, was it the same with Mr. Tang?"
Xia Yuhui said with a smile: "Are you asking Yan Langjun and Sheng Xiaolang?"
He smiled: "My boss has always been like this. She usually won't entertain you specially, but she won't restrict what you do. Anyway, she won't do any troublesome things, so you want to be a 'guest' here."
I’m afraid it won’t be easy.”
"Oh!" Meng Yiqiu smiled and said, "This is how I feel at ease. I like this. I wonder if I can stay here for a few more days?"
Xia Yuhui smiled again: "We don't have a guest room at home, and it's not convenient to keep people here. You can live there if you want. You can stay over at the martial arts school."
Meng Yiqiu asked: "The martial arts gym? Is it the one next door? Is it also opened by Master Tang's family?"
Xia Yuhui shook his head: "It's Qi Xiaolang, my boss's fiancé."
Fiancé or something? Meng Yiqiu raised his eyebrows: "Pray?"
"Yes," Xia Yuhui smiled: "Qi Xiaolang is very good at martial arts."
The two of them just chatted in general terms. Xia Yuhui seemed to know everything, but in fact... he didn't say any key issues.
Then a little girl with combed hair quietly came in, took a piece of paper and a stick of snail, and said softly: "Mr. Xia, Zuzu asked me how to write the word "hun"."
Xia Yuhui wrote it for her. After a while, the little girl came in again: "Zuzu asked how to write lie."
Xia Yuhui still wrote to her without asking.
Meng Yiqiu looked really surprised: "Is this?"
Xia Yuhui patted the child's head: "Come, tell the guest, what is your name?"
The child said: "My name is Qiao Chenxi."
Damn it, who asked her name! Meng Yiqiu simply bent down and said, "Oh, it's Chenxi? Who is Zuzu?"
Xiao Chenxi said: "Zuzu is Zuzu, and Zuzu is grandma's master."
"Oh!" Meng Yiqiu understood, "Is this the daughter of Master Tang's apprentice?"
Xia Yuhui smiled and said, "Young Master Meng is really smart."
Meng Yiqiu said: "Master Tang, are you making a fuss? No, are you writing a letter?"
Xia Yuhui smiled but did not answer. Meng Yiqiu stood up waving his fan and took Xiao Chenxi's hand: "Chenxi, can you take me to see Zuzu?"
If this were Qi Yang or Xiao Yao'er, they would definitely not be so easy to coax, but Xiao Chenxi was a bit dull to begin with, so she nodded: "Oh!"
Then she led Meng Yiqiu to the wing, and Xia Yuhui didn't stop him. After waiting outside for a while, and seeing that Meng Yiqiu was not kicked out, he left.
You know, he is also very busy!
The winery will reopen tomorrow, and he still has a lot of things to do!
After all, Meng Yiqiu was also a noble man and would not read letters written by others, so as soon as he entered, he sat aside, waved his fan and said with a smile: "I have a lot of free time. If there are any words that I can't write, I can't write them."
You can ask me directly, wouldn’t it save the kids the trouble of running errands?”
He looked personable on the outside, but in his heart he was a little secretly happy that "you are so talented and you can't write." But Tang Shiyue didn't care at all and said without raising his head: "Thank you."
Meng Yiqiu sat aside. After a while, she asked: "How to write hot?"
Meng Yiqiu picked up Luo Zidai and wrote something for her. He turned the paper right and watched her copy it. He just asked and answered questions like this. She didn't even greet him. He poured tea by himself when he was thirsty and found it when he was hungry.
Something to eat... Meng Yiqiu felt that he seemed to already know how to get along with her.
But this little lady is really interesting.
All the young ladies he had seen, in front of him, did not put in much effort to appear, as if they were all well-read in poetry and books, and were proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but she was not good at it, she just couldn't write, so she was very calm.
It shows that you really don't care about him.
Is she writing a letter to that "master"?
Meng Yiqiu frowned. He didn't know why, but he still felt inexplicably a little disappointed.
It took Tang Shiyue a whole afternoon to finish writing the letter.
Meng Yiqiu was by his side the whole time, polishing ink, handing over paper, and pouring tea and water. The wonderful thing was that the timing was always just right, thoughtful and appropriate. Tang Shiyue felt very comfortable serving him, and secretly decided not to dislike him anymore.
The princess is sick... When she is not sick, she is just such a warm little cute girl!
The next day, Tang Shiyue started making the soup cubes that she had thought of before.
Although Huo Qijing said that the place where the army was stationed was not at the beach or on the sea as she imagined, cooking in the military camp would not be too convenient. So there was no need to worry about having too much meat floss and soup cubes.
If he makes more, he can give it away.
Huo Qijing's indifferent character, who cherishes words like gold, may be able to make some real friends after experiencing life and death together, but it is difficult to get along well with others when they first meet. When the time comes, being soft-spoken will be somewhat useful.
Bar?
With this idea in mind, Tang Shiyue invited several people to help and made several large pots. When the time comes, he can also attach the recipes and send them over. (To be continued)