"I was invited by Miss Fan to make a fish feast." Qin Xiangxiang had to explain to Ma Sizhi again.
"Oh?" Ma Sizhi looked at Qin Xiangxiang deeply.
Aunt Lan happened to be passing by, and Qin Xiangxiang quickly stopped her: "Aunt Lan, could you please explain to the official that I was indeed invited by Miss Fan to make a fish feast?"
Aunt Lan looked at Qin Xiangxiang, paused, and then said to Liao Haohai and Ma Sizhi: "Ms. Qin is indeed here to make a fish feast."
After Aunt Lan finished speaking, she hurried away.
Liao Haohai said: "Madam Qin, please leave quickly."
Qin Xiangxiang stopped delaying and walked out quickly. After walking some distance, she looked back and saw many servants from Dali Temple entering Fan's house.
The servant of the Fan family tried to step on the stool to take down the red lantern, but he missed and the red lantern fell to the ground and rolled down the steps.
Qin Xiangxiang shook his head, turned and left.
When we returned to Waterwheel Alley again, Waterwheel Alley had already returned to its previous quiet appearance.
When Qin Xiangxiang came in, Zhai Tu was chatting with Uncle Hai. Seeing Qin Xiangxiang come in, he quickly stood up and said, "Ms. Qin."
There were no other diners in the restaurant, so Qin Xiangxiang sat down opposite Zhai Tu: "Fan Yanguan is dead."
Zhai Tu was shocked: "How did you die?"
"It is said that he died suddenly while on duty at the palace." That's what the young man said.
Zhai Tu frowned: "Fan Yanguan is dead. I am afraid that the Salt Bureau will not accept my ten thousand yuan of salt."
Qin Xiangxiang asked him: "Uncle Zhai, do you know any other salt merchants?"
"I know a few of them, but they all left the capital after hearing that there was no salt in the Salt Division." Zhai Tu sighed, "Maybe they are not like me, who suppressed all their wealth, and their descendants road."
Qin Xiangxiang's voice was very soft: "Has Uncle Zhai thought of any other way to get back 10,000 yuan?"
Zhai Tu shook his head: "Either we have spoken out about Huang Gong's matter, or we have brought it to Dengwenyuan and met with His Majesty. There is no way to change the matter." He is considered one of the richest men in Yunzhou. He has been doing business for many years, so he can save some money. The inside story of the imperial court. Over the years, many officials in the imperial court have died because of tax matters. He was just a lowly businessman, as if he was an ant compared to those important officials.
But, do we really have to swallow this breath alive? Even if he can swallow it, what should he do with his family's livelihood?
Qin Xiangxiang smiled slightly and his voice became softer: "What if I said, is there any other way?"
As dusk approached, the sky in the capital, which had been clear for several days, was filled with dark clouds, but within a moment, it started to rain.
Although it was February, the spring night in the capital was still so cold.
The Qin family restaurant set up a large pot and cooked noodles.
Hong Xiu studied for an entire afternoon and was already able to roll out noodles in a decent manner. Tianxiang still twisted and kneaded the dough into different shapes.
Mrs. Wang looked on, anxious: "Oh, Tianxiang, are you not using enough force?"
Tianxiang curled her lips: "How can you learn this all at once?"
Qin Xiangxiang glanced at Tianxiang and said nothing. Tianxiang has always disliked foot shops.
The soup base is made from three old hens and several large pig bones. It is cooked for an hour and is incredibly fragrant. Mrs. Wang swallowed her saliva again and again, and finally waited for the ready-made soup noodles.
As soon as Mrs. Wang finished eating the noodles, a group of people rushed in: "What are Mrs. Qin doing today? It's so delicious!"
It was Tallfoot who led his brothers.
Gao Dajiao has not made as much money as Qin Xiangxiang in the past few days, mainly because the business of Qin's restaurant is so good that they can't even squeeze in.
However, I went to other foot shops in the past two days. Not to mention the price, the taste was not good enough.
I can finally eat it tonight.
Several groups of people came, and after being busy for more than an hour, the flow of people became smaller and the noodles were almost sold out. Qin Xiangxiang came out of the kitchen and saw Gao Dajiao chatting with Uncle Hai, so he smiled and said: "Brother Gao, you Come on."
Everyone in the Qin family restaurant can save it. Qin Xiangxiang has to pay Gao Dajiao.
As expected, Qin Xiangxiang led Gao Dajiao into the backyard and gave Gao Dajiao a bunch of heavy money: "Brother Gao, this is your reward."
Gao Dajiao happily said: "Ms. Qin, this money can be used to offset my meal expenses."
Qin Xiangxiang immediately put the money away quickly: "That's okay."
Tallfoot left happily. Qin Xiangxiang stood in the yard for a while before coming out: "It's getting late. Everyone is tired. Let's close up early."
Tian Xiang was positive at this time and responded happily: "Okay!"
At the second watch, the Qin family restaurant turned off the lights early and everyone took a rest.
It rained continuously, and at the third watch, an unattractive carriage quietly passed by the waterwheel alley through the rain.
When they compared each other in the carriage, there was a thin Qin Xiangxiang.
The car was warm and smelled expensive. Qin Xiangxiang took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Wenyue Lang really knows how to enjoy it."
Opposite her, the unparalleledly handsome Nangong Wenyue held a heater in her arms and glanced at her: "Otherwise, do you want to endure hardships like Mrs. Qin?"
"No need. If a handsome man like Wenyue Langjun endures hardship, most of the ladies in the capital will feel sorry for him."
Nangong Wenyue was too lazy to pay attention to her: "Let's talk about business."
"If Fan Yanguan dies, will the clues be cut off?" Qin Xiangxiang asked.
"He is dead. It is a bit difficult to continue to investigate, but the truth will be revealed sooner or later." Nangong Wenyue said, "You asked me out now to ask about this matter?"
"Of course." Qin Xiangxiang said with a serious expression on his face, "This matter has been delayed for too long. I'm afraid that my spoiled sister will die in Dali Temple Prison."
"With Liao Haohai, the God of Wealth, protecting me, your sister will be fine." Nangong Wenyue spoke of Liao Haohai with special disgust. Also, Qin Wanwan clearly doesn't love him, but he still insists on trying to get her, but it's true that people with too much money are stupid.
Thinking of Liao Haohai's behavior like a boy who scattered money, Qin Xiangxiang felt heartbroken. Although it was scattered on her sister, it all went into someone else's pocket!
"In five days at most, the truth will be revealed." Nangong Wenyue caressed the heater lazily, as if stroking a cat.
"After the truth about the Li Zhuang case is revealed, we will start on the next thing." He said.
The lights in the waterwheel alley were dim, it was raining, and the vision was even blurry.
Qin Xiangxiang wrapped the oilcloth clothes tightly around him, his nose felt itchy and he almost wanted to sneeze. She quickly pinched her nose and suppressed the sneeze.
Seeing that Qin's restaurant was right in front, Qin Xiangxiang quickened her pace and was about to quietly open the door and go in when a big hand stretched out from the side and covered her mouth. Qin Xiangxiang was startled, and subconsciously raised his hand to attack the man's vital parts.
But a familiar voice rang in my ears: "It's me."
It's Mu Ting.
Qin Xiangxiang's tense mood suddenly relaxed, but Mu Ting still covered her mouth, gently hugged her, and turned her to the door of the next courtyard.
It's quite sheltered from the wind and rain.
As soon as Mu Ting released her mouth, Qin Xiangxiang immediately took two steps forward, then turned around and looked at Mu Ting with a calm expression: "Are you following me?"
The sky was so dark that people couldn't see Mu Ting's expression clearly.
Qin Xiangxiang heard him ask in a hoarse voice: "What is your relationship with Nangong Wenyue?"
