Feng Ying scratched his head in embarrassment, not knowing whether the princess was praising him or hurting him.
However, he is indeed very proud that he now has a family.
When she heard him call Qiuniang sister that year, Su Wan smelled something unusual. It was just as she expected, but it was just too good to drink this year, right?
Qiuniang also rarely blushed. She now exuded a motherly brilliance all over her body.
"By the way, boss, when can you and the Crown Prince's wedding wine be served?"
As soon as Qiuniang sat down, she started gossiping about this matter.
Su Wan thought of Jiang Yu and couldn't help but frown:
"It's fast, it's fast, it should be fast."
If nothing else, it will be next year at the latest!
Feng Ying took the initiative to leave space for the two of them to talk, but he avoided it first and ran to guard the door.
"I've been here in Kyoto for so long, and now I've met you. You don't even know how good the business of Kyoto's Ice Body Hall is. Don't tell me, the emperor's feet are prosperous, and there are not many poor people coming and going."
Qiuniang told the truth about her inner feelings and what she saw with her own eyes.
"I came to see you today to give you a new recipe. My second brother just developed the recipe recently. Take a look."
Su Wan took out the formula and the box of compresses given by her second brother and showed them to her.
Qiuniang picked up the box of green ointment for her face and smelled it. It had the fragrance of herbs, but it was not as pungent as traditional Chinese medicine. On the contrary, it made people feel extremely comfortable after smelling it.
"What's the name of this?"
Name, Su Wan really hasn't thought about what to call it.
"It's not started yet. It's for treating acne on the face. If not, it also has a beauty effect. You can choose the name as you like. Don't make the price too expensive, but it should be user-friendly enough."
Qiuniang nodded while listening, silently writing down her request.
"Since it was developed by a little miracle doctor, it must be something good."
Su Mu is particularly famous in the Jiangnan area. The epidemic made him famous. In Kyoto, anyone who is not ignorant knows that the miracle doctor Sun Beidou has a single disciple, known as the Little Miracle Doctor, but no one knows. This person is Su Mu from the Su family.
"I am currently inconvenienced, so I may not be able to do many things myself, but the people under me are trustworthy and have been working with me for many years."
Qiuniang is pregnant now. It is inconvenient to move around in the early stage, so she has to focus on raising the fetus.
No wonder Feng Ying doesn't follow Jiang Yu anymore. His personal bodyguard is now Anan.
He probably asked for leave specifically to come back to be with his wife. The two of them had already gone through paperwork at the government and simply went to court to get married. They invited Feng Ying's secret guard brothers and Qiuniang's sisters.
The two sides have matched themselves, and if there are people of similar age who like them, they can try to get together on their own.
Following the young master, everyone has grown up. Although the young master usually takes care of food and pays, he does not guarantee the distribution of wives. The brothers are fighting each other day by day. They can't see each other in the eyes, right?
There were more than a dozen pairs of brothers matched up, but most of the brothers remained unaccompanied for the rest of their lives.
"It's up to you. With my current status, it's even more inconvenient for me to move around. But I believe you. I didn't bring you any supplements this time. I'll ask Liu Yun to bring you some tomorrow."
Before she came, she didn't know that Qiuniang was pregnant, otherwise there were so many good and nourishing blood swallows, peach gum, etc. in the house, so take whatever you have.
"Okay, then I won't be polite to you. We are all so familiar with it. This dried sour apricot is really good, not sour at all. If you don't believe me, try it."
Qiu Niang brought a plate to her. Su Wan looked at the dried apricots inside, which looked so good in color and quite appetizing. He really believed her, so he picked up a piece and started eating.
After taking this bite, my dear, I felt sore and numb. For a moment, Su Wan's face twisted into a mask of pain, and his sore saliva glands almost failed.
Seeing her reaction, Qiuniang was a little confused and handed her a handkerchief.
"Is it that exaggerated? I think it's okay, not that sour."
Su Wan wiped her mouth and looked at her resentfully:
"Sister, you are so happy and acidic, of course you won't find it difficult to accept it."
Qiuniang smiled sheepishly when she heard this.
"Sorry, boss, I asked Feng Ying to get you something sweet to neutralize?"
"Don't bother me. I'll leave now. I won't disturb your world anymore. If you need anything, please contact Liu Yun. You can take good care of her."
Su Wan stood up and was about to leave. That mouthful of sour apricots was gone, but he still hadn't recovered from it for a while.
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Fourth brother's Chenglou is about to open, and he brings Su Wan over to see it.
The location is very prosperous, with a total of three floors. This time there is an additional element, that is, the third floor adopts the form of private rooms, and there is a minimum consumption.
Su Wan's opinion is that each private room inside is dedicated to one-on-one service. That is to say, after the reservation is made, when the host dines inside, a waiter will be arranged outside to be responsible for the service inside.
The waiters are proficient in pouring tea, serving dishes, ordering tea, and making tea. Anyway, as long as you are willing, you don't have to do it yourself.
However, the minimum consumption of a private room is fifty taels, and there are a total of twelve private rooms. Each private room can only receive one table of guests at noon and evening every day, so reservations must be made before coming.
This is specially designed for senior officials to entertain and discuss business with each other in a very private and high-level manner.
Of course, the price is clearly marked, Jiang Taigong is fishing, and those who are willing will take the bait.
The second floor is an open compartment, separated by screens. The one facing the street has a standard seat for four people, with a hollow in the middle. The one facing the hall has a standard seat for two people.
The first floor is the lobby, with a stage in the middle where singers and musicians are invited to perform every day. The sound of strings and bamboos is melodious.
But there was no dancing to enjoy. Su Wan said, this is a restaurant that really does catering. What kind of dancing does it do? If you want to watch dancing, go to Qin Lou Chu Pavilion.
It’s good to listen to the music. The Yue Ji invited are all national players. In short, the technique is very good, pleasing to the eye and pleasing to the eye.
With such a large-scale operation, he can earn a lot of money in one month. Su Yun will donate a certain amount of money to the court on a regular basis every year, which is equivalent to ensuring safety and using money to eliminate disasters.
Under Su Wan's influence, Su Yun now doesn't focus on earning much money at all, but focuses on his passion.
As long as the money left every year is enough for the family's expenses.
There are many round tables on the first floor, six, eight, or twelve, with all standard seats available, and of course there are seats for four people.
"How about it? Is Chenglou in Kyoto more grand than Chenglou in Xiangzhou?" Su Yun put his hands behind his back and was dressed very expensively. He really looked like a big boss.
"Every inch of land in Kyoto is precious, and restaurant owners are competing with each other to see who can spend more money on renovations. Everyone comes here for a good environment, good taste, and good service."
Su Wan combines the service quality of the modern catering industry and incorporates some fresh elements. It is very novel and eye-catching for Kyoto people, and they all want to try it unconsciously.
