Inviting Jin Qing and his entourage to sit down at the table, the waiter quickly brought a plate of cooked beef: "Sir, this is our newly cooked beef. Please try it fresh."
Jin Qing looked at the plate of beef without saying a word, wondering what he was thinking.
Qian Duoduo looked at the waiter with a smile on his face and said, "This store of yours is quite interesting. Others only give me a plate of beans, but you are willing to give me meat."
Although there are only a few thin slices, it is still meat.
The shop owner is so generous, maybe he has other motives.
The waiter nodded and bowed with a smile: "Sir, as you said, in our place, the food is much more expensive than the meat."
While talking, he poured water for several people: "A noble man came here a few days ago. The girl is really kind-hearted. She gave us a recipe for growing bean sprouts from beans, so that we can eat fresh and juicy dishes. , Sir, would you like to try something new?"
Mo Qianxue looked at the waiter coldly: This person is wrong.
Normally, when a customer enters the store, the waiter will look at the customer's clothing in order to confirm the customer's spending power.
But the waiter's eyes kept wandering around their necks and wrists.
Mo Qianxue has a clear understanding of his own appearance. It is difficult to find anyone with such an appearance in the world.
Whether they are men or women, they can't help but keep their eyes on him.
But the waiter’s interest is in Qian Duoduo. What are Qian Duoduo’s characteristics: strong, fat, and rich in meat?
Therefore, he had a bold guess that this store might be a black shop.
The characteristics of black shops
Mo Qianxue's eyes fell on the meat slices in front of her: "Xiaoer, tell me yourself, should your meat be given to us?"
After hearing Mo Qianxue's words, the waiter was about to reply when he heard a clear voice: "I have been running this big car shop for so long, and this is the first time I know that my meat is not meant for people to eat."
On the official road, Prince Jing's carriage was running quickly towards the border town.
At this time, Pei'er was hiding aside and shivering, not daring to look at Prince Jing's cold face.
Prince Jing's hands clenched into fists. He had not received news from the mountain for half a month. Something must have happened.
According to the law, any prince who has a fiefdom will lose the qualification to inherit the throne and cannot enter the capital at will without permission.
The few titled princes who were left in the capital were fighting fiercely in secret and overtly.
The father's attitude is quite ambiguous. One day he will praise this, tomorrow he will talk about giving a fief to someone, and the day after tomorrow he will talk about asking them to have more children.
Sometimes when I see which two sons are too calm, I don't forget to provoke a fight between them.
The euphemistic name is to select the most suitable heir.
But they all know very well that their father has no intention of giving up the throne at all, and what they are doing now is just to make them fight, so as not to keep staring at the throne.
Feeling that he was not the most suitable heir in his father's eyes, Prince Jing thought of a good way to raise private soldiers near the border town.
This position can be used to attack, retreat or defend.
If one day he is ready to seize the throne, these private soldiers and weapons will become his escape route if he fails.
If it didn't work, he would open the city gates and let foreigners enter the Central Plains.
At that time, no matter how many cities he captured, he would be able to share them equally with the opponent.
Being an idle emperor who can be completely independent is quite happy.
But since half a month ago, the peace letters I received every two days have disappeared.
It had been a month and a half since they left the mountain. Calculating the distance traveled by the messenger, it was at least twenty days ago.
Although he has sent out messengers to investigate, the other party cannot go back and forth so fast.
Knowing that this matter was of great importance, King Jing immediately ordered people to return to the voyage.
Thinking of this, Prince Jing raised his fingers at Pei'er and said, "Why are you running so far away and why don't you come here to make me happy?"
(End of chapter)
