With a flick of her sleeve, Feng Xue summoned the maids in the hall, who rushed forward to take the items and free Qi Quan.
"call!"
With his hands finally free, Qi Quan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling alive again.
"Why so many?" Feng Xue ignored Quan Qi and turned to Feng Qingge, talking to her. Usually, they would send a few boxes or a dozen boxes at a time, why so many this time?
Feng Qingge's expression was unpredictable, and she didn't seem to care much. "I can take a few days off to enjoy the results of these two days. I won't be sending any more in the next few days. If it's not enough, just send someone to the manor to inform me."
Feng Xue nodded and didn't ask anything more. Anyway, their building didn't only sell the things the young master made. There were other flour makers in the building, but they just couldn't make as good as the young master's.
"Alright, I just came to take a look today, I'll head back now." Feng Qingge didn't even sit down for a cup of tea; once everything in the car was unloaded, she couldn't stand any longer.
Feng Xue knew her temperament, so he didn't force her to stay. He left the painting building with her and saw her onto the carriage.
Qi Quan followed, climbed onto the carriage shaft, took the reins, glanced back at the wind and snow, nodded in acknowledgment, and then waved his whip, driving the carriage away from the painted building.
After the two left, Fengxue also went back.
"Let's go to Tianxianglou."
Inside the carriage, Feng Qingge nestled lazily on the soft couch, like a cat.
Although the carriage moved as smoothly as if on flat ground, it was inevitably a bit shaky, and I felt quite tired after the journey.
After arriving at Tianxiang Restaurant, they handed the carriage to the waiter and went inside.
The manager of Tianxianglou was a clever man. Feng Qingge had visited their place many times and was the son of the Prime Minister, so the manager naturally remembered her.
"Oh, Third Young Master, you've arrived?" The shopkeeper, who had been idly behind the high counter, looked up and saw her, and came out to greet her warmly.
Feng Qingge waved her hand, her smile unchanged, "Shopkeeper, the usual."
She always comes to the same private room and eats the same food, so the manager naturally knew as soon as she mentioned it.
"Alright, alright, please, Third Young Master."
After saying that, he immediately led the way, looking very respectful.
That's why Feng Qingge said this shopkeeper is shrewd; doing business this way, people will definitely want to come back again.
After the shopkeeper led the man upstairs, he went downstairs to instruct people to go up and entertain him, as this was the son of the Prime Minister's family and could not be neglected.
The waiter was sent upstairs with a pot of fine tea. He went in, poured the tea for Feng Qingge, and then silently withdrew, waiting for instructions at the entrance of the private room.
Feng Qingge had been here many times, and most of the servants in the building had gotten a feel for her temperament. She preferred quiet and didn't like being waited on.
A short while later, the waiter who had gone out came back in, carrying a large tray with several small dishes on it. In the center was a large white round plate with a delicately sliced crispy duck on it.
He carefully arranged the dishes neatly and then left.
As soon as the waiter left, Qi Quan couldn't wait to sit down, his eyes fixed on the delicious crispy duck, his mouth watering.
"Eat it." Feng Qingge shook her head and chuckled. She had eaten this food countless times, but Qi Quan was still so greedy every time.
"Yes, young master." The person on the other end responded and immediately picked up his chopsticks and began to eat heartily.
Feng Qingge ate very little; most of it ended up in Qi Quan's stomach.
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