The waiter's eyes showed pride.
"We have opened 102 hot pot restaurants. In Dongling Country alone, we have about 15 branches."
Xie Ling blinked, "So amazing. It seems that we can still have a feast. I just saw a lot of people in official attire coming in and out. It's really amazing that officials are here to eat."
The waiter became even more proud.
"Of course. Our hot pot restaurant is a gathering place for celebrities, officials and nobles."
He quietly leaned close to Xie Ling's ear and tried to whisper, "Just say it's the box next door, guess who it is?"
Xie Ling shook her head in agreement, "Who is it?"
The waiter looked at her with respect, "She is the wife of the next head of the Nangong family! She is from Wei Zhaoguo and is here to marry—"
I was only halfway through my sentence.
The female disciples who had just come downstairs hurriedly ran upstairs and pushed open the wooden door. "Little Master, go down quickly and take a look. Someone has died!"
The disciples can handle simple deaths.
Looking at the panicked looks of the girls, Xie Ling frowned and immediately followed them downstairs.
The disciples behind her also followed him.
The waiter originally wanted to go and watch the fun, but when he heard the guests at the next table calling him, he quickly put on a respectful smile and carefully pushed open the next door.
That was the little princess that Wei Zhaolai married, and now she is the wife of the next head of the Nangong family.
The foreman said that we must be extremely alert and attentive!
I don’t know why the little princess likes hot pot so much. This is her eighth time here this month.
Every time she came, she gave a lot of reward money, which spread throughout the store and was privately regarded as the most generous customer.
The waiter had been waiting for a long time and had been on duty for more than half a month, and finally it was his turn to serve.
He suppressed his excitement, walked in with a smile, bent over, and asked in a very respectful tone: "Madam, what can I do for you?"
The waiter took a quick glance when he entered the room and found that the little princess of Wei Zhaolai was very young and had a baby face. If it weren't for the woman's bun, she would have looked like a young girl.
The woman said in a calm voice, "Give me a plate of mutton, the thinnest kind, and a serving of Gongcai meatballs. And please go next door and buy a cup of the new peach milk tea."
"Okay!"
As soon as the waiter finished his answer, the maidservant beside the lady handed over the reward.
The bag was so heavy that the waiter hardly dared to breathe loudly. He pretended to refuse before putting it into his sleeve.
The waiter turned around to do his work.
The maid's eyebrows showed worry, "Madam, can you eat a little? You always order a large table of dishes and then eat nothing. Sooner or later, your body will collapse."
The woman held her brows together, closed her eyes, and replied perfunctorily, "Yeah."
The maid frowned, feeling very anxious.
But she knew that it was useless no matter how anxious she was.
This little princess is stubborn.
Since marrying into Dongling, every day she either plays with cats and dogs, or goes out to eat hotpot and drink milk tea, go shopping and tour the lake.
It has been almost half a year now, and the little princess and the young master of the Nangong family have not met each other since the unhappy bridal chamber.
The maid thought that it seemed that she had to inform Wei Zhao.
The prince said that if the princess had any grievances, she must report them to him.
"What's that noise downstairs?"
Hearing the noise, the woman spoke lazily.
The maid Que'er walked to the window, lifted the curtain and looked down. "I don't know. There are so many people gathered in circles. It's hard to see clearly. Madam, do you want to go down and take a look?"
The woman didn't even raise her eyes. "That's all."
She lowered her eyes, her almond-shaped eyes dull and lifeless as she stared at the table full of dishes with a dazed look.
Que'er looked distressed.
The little princess was such a bright girl when she was young, but after the incident four years ago, she seemed like a different person when she returned.
After the marriage, she became as indifferent as a puppet, as if nothing could make her smile anymore.
My husband now is a cold and indifferent person......
Alas, these days.
Que'er's eyes turned red and she quietly picked up a handkerchief to wipe her tears.
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