Young Master Le read countless people in this long-lasting building, and observing words and expressions were a necessary skill for their career. He knew that the noble man in front of him did not want anyone to disturb him at this moment, so he waited silently.
What will this guest want to do next? Young Master Le couldn't help but guess in his heart. Is such a beautiful and charming person really just here to listen to his piano playing? Or has there any other purpose? It is to meet someone here.
Summoning yourself to play the piano is just a cover-up, or is there something else?
Just as Mr. Le was making various guesses, Tian Miao suddenly spoke.
"Young Master Le, are you going to eat together? This chestnut cake is not bad." Tian Miao asked lazily.
"Ah, thank you." Young Master Le came to his senses and immediately stepped forward. He took the chestnut cake given by Tianmiao gracefully and slowly tasted it. He treated half of the guests' requests, and the young masters of Changqinglou never did.
He would say no. And Mr. Le would not refuse the small request of eating pastries together. After all, it is their purpose to satisfy the guests and be happy.
Next, Mr. Le was confused. Because this guest was so special. He came here just to eat, and asked him to come, as if he wanted him to eat with him.
"The things in Changqing Tower tasted good, and there was no one who stepped on the thunder." Tian Miao said comfortably with a sip of tea.
Stepping on a mine?
What does stepping on a thunder means?
Mr. Le didn't understand what the prince said, so of course he wouldn't ask. Just listen to the guest's words.
After the meal, Tianmiao stood up leisurely. Seeing this, Mr. Le hurriedly went to support him. Because he could see that the prince had eaten a lot, and it was a little difficult to stand up. It was best if someone was holding him.
Tianmiao glanced at Mr. Le who came to support her, and a smile appeared on his face.
"I heard that you can still cook hot pots. I will send someone to deliver all the ingredients tomorrow morning. Then I will eat hot pots in the yard to listen to the rain." Tianmiao said.
The hot pot is a way to eat in Le Gongzi’s hometown. It is to put the copper stove with good stock on a small stove, and all kinds of fresh meat and vegetables are washed in the stock. But this stock and dipping sauce are very exciting.
It's done.
"Yes." Mr. Le responded, and then helped Tianmiao slowly towards the door.
Walking out of the box, Mr. Le was surprised to find that the manager and the boss had been guarding there.
"Prince, please wait." The boss came up and said respectfully, "Young Master Le is not well-received, I hope you forgive me."
"No, it's pretty good. He won't be allowed to pick up the guests next time. Just wait for me to come." Tian Miaochong, a man standing not far away, waved and signaled to the man to come.
The man had a round face and was fat. When he saw Tianmiao greeting him, he quickly trotted over. It looked like a ball rolling in, very cute.
"Prince, what are you asking?" As soon as the man spoke, others knew that the man was a eunuch. His voice was sharp and thin.
"Give the boss some money. I'll also send fresh ingredients to the morning, and Mr. Le will cook a hot pot for me tomorrow." Tianmiao said.
"Yes." The fat eunuch took out a stack of silver notes from his sleeve and handed them to the boss, "Don't treat Mr. Le badly."
"Yes." The boss took a stack of silver notes with some timidity. It seemed to be a little thicker, it was several thousand taels. The boss glanced at Mr. Le from the corner of his eyes, and his mood was a little complicated. Who would have thought that
Yes, Mr. Le, who is "old and yellow", actually had a second time to score twice, and the second spring came. Of course, he understood the eunuch's words, so he naturally would not neglect Mr. Le as before.