Song Weixin watched Su Jinhuan turn around and clenched her fingers slowly, with a hint of disdain in her eyes.
She crossed her arms and looked at Su Jinhuan coldly: "I have never matched it like this before. I advise you not to try it. If it doesn't taste good, you will be the only one who looks bad."
As soon as she finished speaking, Huo Siyu picked up the cup to taste tea and snacks.
Song Weixin waited to see Su Jinhuan get slapped in the face.
How can such a combination be delicious?
She was quite knowledgeable about these things, but Su Jinhuan only had medical skills.
"Sir, don't hold it back if it tastes bad! I heard that the recipe of this tea house was made by an expert. Everyone in the shop is praising it, saying that this person's recipe is a rare one in a century. Miss Su's random combination will probably Let this high-ranking person vomit blood."
Song Weixin said proudly.
Gu Cheng almost spit out a mouthful of tea and turned to look at Su Jinhuan.
There was a smile in Su Jinhuan's eyes, light and a bit playful.
Gu Cheng: ...Song Weixin is not afraid of flashing his tongue when bragging in front of others.
"Why would I vomit blood?" Su Jinhuan crossed her arms and sneered, tapping her slender white fingers on her arms with a hint of casual teasing.
Song Weixin glanced at her and burst into laughter.
"Miss Su, what do you mean by this? Could it be that you are the master behind it?"
"Yes, I made these all by myself."
The smile on Song Weixin's lips became even wider, and the meaning of ridicule became more full: "It is rumored that this elegant and elegant man is nearly forty years old and his beard is white, and you actually say that you are! Miss Su, this is not how you want to be famous. !”
Nearly forty...his beard has turned white?
Su Jinhuan turned to look at Gu Cheng. Gu Cheng coughed a few times and lowered his voice to explain: "I'm afraid that your identity will be exposed and someone will target you."
Seeing that Su Jinhuan didn't say anything, Song Weixin pointed the finger at Huo Siyu again.
"Sir, after you taste it, just tell me if it doesn't taste good."
Huo Siyu looked indifferently: "Huan'er's match is the best."
Song Weixin forced herself to smile and pushed her own to Huo Siyu: "Young Master, you will know what the difference is when you try mine."
"Don't embarrass yourself if you are not good enough." Huo Siyu didn't even taste it and just lost one sentence.
Song Weixin's expression froze slightly, she covered her face and coughed.
The maid serving next to her hurriedly took out the medicine and handed it to her. Then she looked up at Su Jinhuan and said dissatisfied: "Girl, my lady is kind enough to entertain you, but you are so disrespectful."
Su Jinhuan sneered: "What does it have to do with me! I didn't beat her or scold her! She didn't believe it!"
The maid wanted to say something else, but Song Weixin stopped her: "I don't care what the occasion is here, you have no right to speak."
"Don't mind, Miss Su. I've been spoiled by me at home. I can't help but intervene when I see something unfair."
This is not an apology! It was obvious that Su Jinhuan was pretending to be a leader!
"If you don't believe it, you can try it yourself." Su Jinhuan raised her chin.
In order to make her give up, Song Weixin tried it.
But as soon as she entered, she was stunned.
This taste... is really a perfect match.
The two things that seemed to be incompatible seemed to have found the best partner after she adjusted them like this.
She raised her eyes and looked at her solemnly: "You...are you really that expert?"
She had already heard about it before she arrived in the capital.
Song Weixin liked to drink tea and make her own refreshments on weekdays. She was very knowledgeable about these. As soon as she came to the capital, she couldn't wait to try the tea and snacks in this restaurant. She was amazed the first time.
But now, these were actually written by the fifteen-year-old girl in front of me.
"Miss Song, I personally asked Miss Su to prepare these prescriptions for my restaurant. Miss Su is a doctor, and she added many medicinal materials into them, giving them a unique flavor." Gu Cheng explained: "I didn't expect them to be so popular. .”
Huo Yu had been eating quietly for a long time and couldn't stop eating.
"Indeed, this is the first time I have eaten such delicious tea. I am worthy of being the royal wife."
Song Weixin clenched her fingers, her expression stiff.
What was she doing just now!
He was so proud and boastful in front of me.
Su Jinhuan should almost laugh her to death!
"That's it."
After a long while, Song Weixin explained this sentence.
She lowered her eyes in embarrassment, not wanting to continue speaking.
The atmosphere fell into a strange stiffness.
Song Weixin's maid secretly said something to Song Weixin, and she seemed to cheer up.
"Miss Su, I have long heard of your superb medical skills. I never expected that you would be so beautiful in person. You must have used a lot of rouge in your daily life! You can make your skin so fragile!"
"Unlike me, I can only use the store opposite. I heard that some people queued for three days and couldn't buy it. It's expensive and not something ordinary people can afford."
Song Weixin was complacent, thinking that he had beaten Su Jinhuan.
Gu Cheng almost choked.
There's something wrong with this girl's brain!
That rouge shop was also owned by Su Jinhuan.
"I didn't use rouge." Su Jinhuan said calmly.
Song Weixin didn't believe it: "It's not a shameful thing, why bother covering it up."
Su Jinhuan wiped her face directly with the wet handkerchief.
This move shocked Song Weixin.
"See for yourself." Su Jinhuan threw the veil to her: "I said it's useless."
Song Weixin picked up the handkerchief and took a closer look.
There really isn't a trace of rouge on it.
Song Weixin was stunned, then raised her eyes to look at Su Jinhuan, and found that her face was spotless and still so beautiful.
There are actually women who can look so beautiful without using rouge.
She clenched the veil jealously and threw it away.
"So what, I'm afraid you can't afford good rouge!"
Song Weixin took out the rouge she bought and put it on the table with a proud look: "If you can't afford it, I can give this to you."
Su Jinhuan wanted to laugh when she saw it.
Isn't this the most trashy of her designs?
Song Weixin couldn't buy a good one, so she bought the crappiest one.
"That's it, I don't want it."
"You!" Song Weixin stood up angrily and pointed at her: "How dare you insult the master's work."
Grandmaster?
Su Jinhuan was confused again.
She glanced at Gu Cheng, who lowered his head and drank tea frantically to hide his guilty conscience.
He just told the truth, saying that this was the rouge developed by the apprentice of the hidden miracle doctor himself.
Su Jinhuan thought to herself: Gu Cheng is really good at doing business!
"I don't mean to be insulting, this one is the most rubbish one." Su Jinhuan said.
"You!" Song Weixin was furious: "I bought this after queuing for three days."
Su Jinhuan took out an inconspicuous small box from her arms and handed it to Song Weixin: "Try it and see if it's better than yours!"
