A fairy house was officially opened, with young men and women enthusiastically soliciting customers in front of the door.
They have good looks and outstanding temperaments, and they look like they are children of a big family.
"I met their brother and sister at a cultural gathering. They are a branch of the Luo family. Although they are a branch, I heard that they have an unusual relationship with the Queen Mother. They opened a restaurant in the capital today. I think the Queen Mother also knows about it."
Xu Ruqing softly introduced what she knew.
Zhao An rolled his eyes and said, "Miss Xu, how about you treat me to a massage today and try the craftsmanship of this Shenxianju?"
"Sir, if you are interested, the little girl should accompany you...wait, something seems wrong?"
"Don't worry about the details."
Zhao An was so thick-skinned that Xu Ruqing held her snow-white forehead and couldn't help but agree.
After getting off the carriage, Zhao An pulled her directly to fight a "bloody road", causing the noisy crowd to become confused.
When the brother and sister saw that it was a talented woman who was veiled, they were immediately filled with enthusiasm.
"Sister Xu, isn't this your lover?"
Entering the private room, Luo Xiaoxiao, who had her hair tied into a double tail, blinked in an odd way.
Xu Ruqing blushed and made a soft noise to stop her nonsense, and then solemnly introduced Zhao An, "This is a great talent who has composed many famous sentences."
"Oh it's you!"
Luo Xiaoxiao's face was full of joy.
Recently, many popular quatrains circulating in the capital were originally written by the bearded man in front of me.
Zhao An chuckled and told her to serve her fine wine and food, but Miss Xu would pay for it.
"Are you serious? Those talented people have always tried their best to invite Sister Xu to a party, but they never got a chance. You still let Sister Xu foot the bill."
Luo Xiaoxiao looked disdainful, and Zhao An seriously doubted whether she would suddenly say, "Who in the family understands?"
In the blink of an eye, delicious food and wine are delivered.
"Kung Pao Chicken, Sweet and Sour Pork Ribs, Braised Carp, Dongpo Pork..."
The dazzling array of dishes shocked Xu Ruqing, but Zhao An thought it was normal.
It was probably the preparation method that Luo Qingshuang asked the imperial kitchen to prepare and sent out of the palace. This shows that she is still very concerned about these brothers and sisters.
After a brief taste, the taste was excellent, no less than that of the chef in the imperial dining room, and the condiments were all tributes sent from the palace.
Jiuyin walked in and ate with his head down. Xu Ruqing originally planned to chat with Luo Xiaoxiao for a few words, but there were too many customers at the opening of the new store and he would have to be busy for a while before he had time.
Zhao An also wanted to talk to her more, but Quan pretended that he didn't know the identity of his brother and sister.
After the meal, Xu Ruqing paid the money and took Jiuyin to go first. It happened that he was not too busy at the moment. Zhao An shyly approached Luo Xiaoxiao and said, "Sister, business is good today."
Luo Xiaoxiao lowered her head and hummed casually, fiddled with her arithmetic beads and scratched her ears and cheeks.
"Who did you learn cooking skills from? It's the first time I've seen such a fresh cooking method."
"Um."
"Sister, please add WeChat."
"Um."
"Does the girl have a boyfriend?"
"Sister..."
"Ahhh! Are you done yet?"
Luo Xiaoxiao was anxious. The things she had finally sorted out were confused again. She grabbed the abacus and wanted to beat him.
Zhao An dodged with a smile, "Don't be so violent. It's not difficult to settle the score. I'll help you."
"Do you know how to settle accounts? Don't waste my time, young lady. I'll talk to you about poetry and poetry later."
Luo Xiaoxiao looks down on scholars who only know how to understand.
Zhao An pulled her out from the counter, sat down by himself, pulled out the rice paper and account book and started writing.
"What are you doing! Otherwise I will tell Sister Xu to deal with you!"
When she spoke, she saw Zhao An writing furiously.
The handwriting is unsightly, the writing is full of ghost symbols, and a good piece of rice paper is useless.
Luo Xiaoxiao rolled up her sleeves and raised her pink hands to pull her ears. Zhao An's eyelids jumped wildly and he shouted, "I figured it out. The total cash received now is five hundred and thirty-five taels."
"Only a ghost will believe you!"
Luo Xiaoxiao couldn't help but push the person away, crumpled the rice paper into a ball and threw it aside, pointing at the door and shouting: "Go away quickly, or I'll beat you."
"Okay, come to me when you're done."
Zhao An didn't waste any time, patted his butt and left.
Luo Sheng happened to have some free time and asked curiously: "What did that person do just now?"
"He said he would help me settle the accounts. Huh! I'm okay with writing poems, but it's still up to me to settle the accounts."
Luo Xiaoxiao picked up the ball of paper and threw it over. Luo Sheng was stunned when he opened it. It turned out to be a ghost-drawing talisman.
It seems that Miss Xu is not surrounded by all great talents.
The Immortal Residence was still busy, and Luo Sheng continued to be busy greeting the guests. After a long time, Luo Xiaoxiao suddenly froze and grabbed the ghost painting talisman to compare.
"Five hundred and thirty-five taels...how is that possible? How did that bastard figure it out?"
She was really confused.
It is not difficult for merchants to make a plan, but learned people are not good at these things.
Because businessmen are lowly and cannot get on the stage, and scholars are too proud of themselves to condescend to learn arithmetic. What's more, Zhao An didn't use arithmetic at all just now.
Luo Xiaoxiao became more and more frightened as she thought about it, to the point where she felt itchy in her heart.
She had a bold guess that the guy just now might have mastered a new kind of arithmetic that was different from calculating chips!
If she can learn how to do it, she can save a lot of time.
Thinking of this, she ran out.
Luo Sheng called her hurriedly.
"I'm going to see Sister Xu!"
Luo Xiaoxiao was furious and disappeared after saying this. Luo Sheng was so angry that he stamped his feet and became a dog.
Hongxiu Zhai.
When Ling Qiaoer saw Zhao An coming to the door, her expression was extremely complicated. In front of Xu Ruqing, she still had the patience to call Mr. Hao.
Xu Ruqing looked weird.
Zhao An secretly complained that last time he told Ling Qiaoer that he was a good person and that his surname was Hao.
Who would have thought it would turn over so quickly?
Xu Ruqing saw through it but did not reveal it, and expressed his intention to Ling Qiaoer. He planned to open a literary club in Tianshuiyuan to recruit talented people from the capital and ask for advice on poetry and poetry.
Hongxiu Zhai is the leading bookstore in the capital, so Qiaoerruo can get twice the result with half the effort by helping to promote it.
Ling Qiaoer said coldly: "The reputation of Hongxiu Zhai is not good, I'm afraid it will delay Miss Xu's good deeds."
She refused.
Behind her is Chen Guogong, who is helping the Holy Sect to publicize it. If Chen Guogong knew about it, he would not be able to skin her.
Xu Ruqing didn't seem to expect that she would refuse, and was a little stunned for a moment.
Zhao An said angrily: "Miss Ling, are you still angry about what happened last time?"
"I'm a girl, I don't have that much temperament, and my husband has great literary talent. The little girl is overjoyed to have received two masterpieces. How dare I bother with her anymore?"
Ling Qiaoer mentioned two poems.
Xu Ruqing raised her dark eyebrows, her elegant face covered by gauze turned around, and she said with a hint of sadness, "Mr. Zhou, it turns out that you also gave Miss Ling two poems. The young lady and you are old acquaintances. Why didn't you see me?" A song for a little girl?"
Ah this!
Last time, it was entirely in exchange for Chu Liuyun's life that he had to negotiate with poems.
