Jiang Muyu's grip on the teacup tightened and tightened.

Great, very good!

Chu Yu, who was standing opposite her, saw that her face looked strange and asked, "My Lady, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Muyu smiled back and asked, "Madam Chu, do you know who is the owner behind Zhulin Secluded Residence?"

Chu Yu shook his head. "That person is very mysterious. I only know that he has a prominent background."

"Don't you have an obvious boss?"

"Yes." Chu Yu lowered his voice and said, "The official owner of Zhulin Youju is Heather Leaf."

Jiang Muyu was stunned for a moment. She knew this person. In the original owner's memory, Shi Nanye was one of the most famous wealthy businessmen in the capital. However, she didn't care what industries he had. In the eyes of the original owner, businessmen were inferior people with a smell of copper.

Chu Yu became interested when this was mentioned, and said, "Your Majesty, you may not know that Shi Nanye is a rare business talent. In addition to the Bamboo Forest Residence, his businesses are spread across cities and towns in Tiangan Country, including restaurants, casinos, and pawnshops. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is rich enough to rival a country."

"This..." Jiang Muyu said, "Won't he attract the emperor's attention if he is so rich?"

Logically speaking, in ancient times, apart from the imperial merchants, there were very few merchants who could dominate the market, right?

Chu Yu shrugged and said, "Who knows? Maybe Heather Ye's boss is a member of the royal family."

Jiang Muyu felt that what she said made sense.

After thinking about it, he called the waiter.

The waiter asked, "What do you need, sir?"

Jiang Muyu said: "I would like to meet your boss, is it convenient?"

"I don't know about this, but I can ask the storekeeper for you."

"Thank you for your help." Jiang Muyu took out a tael of silver and put it in his hand.

"It's okay, sir, please wait a moment." The waiter immediately left happily.

Chu Yu asked in confusion: "What does the Queen want to do with their boss?"

Jiang Muyu looked at her puzzled expression and thought there was nothing he couldn't say, so he said, "I want to discuss a business deal with Heather Ye."

When it comes to doing business, Chu Yu's eyes light up, "What kind of business? Does it make money?"

"It should make money, and pretty fast."

"Can you tell me about it?"

Jiang Muyu hooked her finger and Chu Yu came over.

She lowered her voice and said, "To be honest, I have some special recipes that I can sell."

This was something Chu Yu hadn't expected. The princess could actually cook?

Then I heard her say, "Just now I heard the guests next door talking about a new dish in Shuiyunjian, called crucian carp in milk soup. I wanted to discuss business with them a few days ago, so I borrowed their kitchen to make it. At that time, I wanted to sell the recipe of this dish, but I didn't sell it because their price was too low. Who would have thought that they would secretly put this dish on the order without my knowledge."

Chu Yu's face turned unhappy when he heard this, "That's too much! Shui Yunjian is really not kind enough to act like this!"

"It's really not kind. If I don't do something, does it mean I'm too short-tempered?"

"So, your majesty, that's why you want to sell the recipe to their mortal enemy, Zhulin Youju?"

"Not only do I want to sell other recipes, I also want Zhulin Youju to make this crucian carp in milk soup, and make it better than Shuiyunjian. It doesn't matter if I sell it at a low price, as long as I make the other side hate it."

Chu Yu smiled, "Your Majesty is smart, this approach is exactly what I want."

At this time, the waiter came over with the shopkeeper, who was a short and fat middle-aged man. In addition to his big head and belly, his eyes, nose and mouth were quite small, and he also had a small mustache.

Jiang Muyu thought he looked a bit like Totoro created by Hayao Miyazaki.

The waiter said, "Sir, this is the shopkeeper of our Bamboo Forest Hermitage."

The shopkeeper bowed and said with a smile: "My name is Lu. What can I do for you, sir?"

Jiang Muyu stood up and said, "Hello, Manager Lu. My last name is Jiang. I came to you because I have something important to discuss with you."

"What's the matter?"

"Recipe."

Manager Lu was stunned for a moment, looked her up and down, and smiled even more brightly. He said, "Are you looking for our boss? He is in the private room at the back. If you have any important matters, you can discuss them with him in person."

"good."

Jiang Muyu gestured to Chu Yu, who nodded, and she followed Manager Lu.

Shopkeeper Lu took her to the backyard of the Bamboo Forest Residence, through a long corridor, to a wooden door. When they opened it, they saw a path behind it with lush bamboos on both sides.

"Please come in, sir." Shopkeeper Lu walked in front. Although Jiang Muyu had some doubts in his heart, he still followed him in.

The path was only fifty meters long, and after walking for a while the view suddenly opened up.

They arrived at a courtyard surrounded by large tracts of bamboo, which was a perfect interpretation of the four words "secluded residence in a bamboo forest".

There is actually such a place in the capital?

Shopkeeper Lu led her to the door of a bamboo house, bowed and said, "You can go in by yourself. I will wait outside."

Jiang Muyu glanced at the closed bamboo door, hesitated for a moment, and did not dare to move forward.

Shopkeeper Lu said, "Don't worry, my guest. Our boss is very easy to talk to."

She finally walked over and opened the door.

A strange fragrance wafted into her nose, and she saw a man leaning on the imperial concubine couch not far away. He had a very beautiful face, a pair of seductive fox eyes, a high nose, and light-colored thin lips with slightly upturned corners of his lips.

He was wearing a plain white robe with wide sleeves. The collar was loose, revealing his delicate collarbone. His skin was a sickly white, his feet were bare, and his posture was lazy.

Even so, he still gives people a feeling of charm and allure, just like the fox spirit in Liao Zhai, with charm emanating from his bones.

He looked at Jiang Muyu and raised his eyebrows. His pair of sparkling brown eyes seemed to emit electricity. When he spoke, his voice was even more charming and a little bit charming. "Sir, I am sorry for not welcoming you in person. Please take a seat."

As he spoke, he stood up from the imperial concubine's couch, his straight and thick black hair like a waterfall casually spread out, and he walked barefoot with an elegant gait.

Jiang Muyu quickly lowered her eyes, not daring to look at him anymore.

"Why are you still standing there? Come sit down."

After hearing this, Jiang Muyu sat down at the table.

Heather walked over, picked up the teapot and poured tea. Her long hair slid down his shoulders and brushed against his soft jawline, adding a bit of charm.

Jiang Muyu felt a little uneasy, just like Tang Monk in the bedroom of the Queen of the Kingdom of Daughters. It was not right to look, nor was it right not to look.

"Tea, please, sir."

"Thank you, thank you." She quickly picked up the teacup, but it was a little hot and she couldn't drink it, so she put it down silently.

Heather sat down beside her, her eyes moving and her smile spreading, "What business do you want to discuss with me?"

Jiang Muyu pursed her lips and said, "It's like this, I have some recipes in my hand, I wonder if the boss is willing to buy them?"

"Recipe?" The smile in Heather's eyes deepened. "Can you write it down and show it to me?"

"Okay." Jiang Muyu immediately stood up, took a step away from him, and asked, "Where is the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone?"

Heather raised her slender white fingers and pointed to the left. Jiang Muyu then saw a table behind the round door with a beaded curtain.

"Please help yourself, my guest."

Jiang Muyu walked over, lifted the beaded curtain, and saw an open round window behind the desk, through which one could see the dense bamboo bushes outside. There were jade ornaments on the cabinet next to it, and there was a wooden tube next to the desk, with several scrolls inside.

There were spread out papers on the table, unused ink in the inkstone next to it, and a wolf-hair brush with drenched ink placed on the pen holder.

Heather lifted the curtain and walked in, saying, "I practiced painting for a while this morning and haven't had time to finish yet. I'm running low on ink, so I'll help you grind some."

She was about to refuse, but the other party came over with his sleeves rolled up.

The words of rejection were about to come out of her mouth but she swallowed them back.