A morning breeze suddenly rose, stirring their clothes. Xiao Youzhi's expression remained unchanged. Instead, he chuckled and replied in a low voice, "What I am is not important. What is important is that you can't even get through the door."
Shen Qinghe's clenched fists bulged with veins, and he was about to lash out when he heard Meng Zhao's footsteps coming from inside the courtyard. The two of them simultaneously composed themselves, as if the tense standoff had never happened.
As Meng Zhao approached, she saw Shen Qinghe standing outside the door and raised an eyebrow, asking, "Why are you here? Is something the matter?"
Shen Qinghe took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and handed over the brocade box in his hand: "I visited Dean Gu yesterday, and he said that this is something you asked him to ask for, so he specially asked me to bring it to you."
Meng Zhao's eyes lit up, and she immediately took the box. "Really? It's finished so quickly?" She eagerly lifted the lid to check.
Xiao Youzhi leaned closer curiously: "What is this?"
"After choosing the shop name a few days ago, I kept thinking about who should write the signboard. After much thought, I decided to ask Dean Gu to do it."
Xiao Youzhi said, "Dean Gu's calligraphy is extremely rare in the capital. You must have quite a bit of influence to be able to get him to do it."
Meng Zhao shook her head, somewhat smugly, "Of course, but I also spent quite a bit, sending Dean Gu a lot of good food." When she suddenly noticed there was more than one in the box, she couldn't help but ask, "Why are there so many?"
Shen Qinghe replied, "Dean Gu said that since we were going to write something, writing just the plaque wasn't enough, so he wrote the couplets for you as well. He wrote them more than ten times before choosing the ones he was most satisfied with."
Meng Zhao's face immediately lit up with a smile, and he hugged the brocade box to his chest as if it were a priceless treasure: "That's wonderful, I'll take it to the craftsmen to carve a plaque right away."
When they reached the carriage, they saw Xiao Youzhi still standing at the door and couldn't help but ask, "What are you standing there for? Aren't you going to the restaurant?"
Xiao Youzhi immediately responded, his tone light and cheerful: "Okay, I'm coming right now."
Shen Qinghe stood there, watching the carriage gradually disappear into the distance. His mind was filled with Xiao Youzhi's smug expression, and his hands, hanging at his sides, clenched unconsciously.
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