Meng Yiqiu smiled faintly and said, "Why can't you just tell Mr. Tang directly?"
Tang Shiyue saw it.
Her brows furrowed. Did she have to lick his ass? Treating him normally was wrong, and avoiding suspicion was a huge mistake? How the hell did this princess syndrome come about?
She was still too hasty. She should have found another company to cooperate with, even if it was not as good as the Meng family, at least it would be less troublesome.
She said calmly, "I have other things to do."
Meng Yiqiu smiled and said, "I wonder what it is?"
"About the workshop," Tang Shiyue said, "Have you ever played checkers? Have you ever seen mahjong? And other things."
Meng Yiqiu was stunned again and remained speechless for a long time.
It turned out that she didn't leave her out on purpose, she really had something to do. Yes, she had more than one Yuefang, she also had a winery and a workshop. It was said that Fushou wine and checkers had also been sent to the palace, so the future was promising.
The Meng family doesn't have a workshop, and the winery is not under their control, but their family may be tempted by this unique wine in the world!
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Meng Yiqiu was really angry this time. He wanted to ask Xia Yuhui to manage the workshop, but he knew that she would definitely fight back if he said it. If she really wanted to see him, he wouldn't need to ask for such a thing.
So he could only nod understandingly: "I understand."
He waved his fan and said, "I wonder if I can go take a look at this workshop?"
There is actually nothing to keep secret about the craftsmanship of the checkers and mahjong that we are currently making. Tang Shiyue just said, "It's up to you."
As he was speaking, Han Yi also came over.
He came to celebrate the festival and discussed with her that he wanted to go to Lanzhou again tomorrow. Tang Shiyue praised his initiative: "Not bad, it will be transferred without dialing."
"That's right," Han Yi said with a grin, "We are such people. Once is strange, twice is familiar!"
As he spoke, he moved closer to her and pointed to Meng Yiqiu over there: "That womanly thing, what the hell is that?"
Tang Shiyue hushed him, and Han Yi smiled and said nothing more, grabbing some snacks from her table.
Later, Meng Yiqiu managed to maintain his elegant demeanor and pretended not to hear... Seeing the two of them being so familiar and informal, and the man's martial arts style, it turned out that this young lady liked this kind of person? No wonder she was so rude to him!
After all, today is the Lantern Festival. Mrs. Ye prepared a large table of dishes and made dumplings. After the meal, Han Yi said goodbye and left. When he turned around, Tang Shiyue was gone.
Meng Yiqiu can't go through every room looking for someone, right?
He could only sit and chat with Xia Yuhui: "Did Mr. Tang do the same when someone stayed at home before?"
Xia Yuhui smiled and said, "You are asking about Mr. Yan and Mr. Sheng, right?"
He smiled and said, "The host is always like this. She usually won't go out of her way to entertain you, but she won't restrict you from doing anything. Anyway, she won't do anything troublesome, so it's probably not easy for you to be a 'guest' here."
"Oh!" Meng Yiqiu smiled and said, "This is comfortable. I like it this way. I wonder if I can stay here for a few more days?"
Xia Yuhui smiled again: "There is no guest room at home, and it is not convenient to keep people. If you want to stay here, you can stay at the martial arts hall."
Meng Yiqiu asked, "Martial arts school? Is it next door? Also owned by Mr. Tang?"
Xia Yuhui shook his head: "It's Qi Xiaolang, the boss's fiancé."
Fiancé or something, Meng Yiqiu raised an eyebrow: "Qi?"
"Yes," Xia Yuhui smiled, "Qi Xiaolang is very good at Kung Fu."
The two chatted in general terms. Xia Yuhui seemed to know everything, but in fact... he didn't say anything about the key issues.
Then a little girl with her hair in a bun came in quietly, took a piece of paper and a brush, and said softly, "Mr. Xia, my grandfather asked how to write the word 'soul'."
Xia Yuhui wrote it for her. After a while, the little girl came in again: "Grandma asked how to write a lie."
Xia Yuhui still wrote to her without asking.
Meng Yiqiu was really curious: "What is this?"
Xia Yuhui patted the child's head: "Come, tell the guests, what's your name?"
The child said: "My name is Qiao Chenxi."
Meow, who asked her name? Meng Yiqiu simply bent down and said, "Oh, it's Chenxi? Who is Zuzu?"
Little Chenxi said: "Grandfather is Grandfather, Grandfather is A-niang's master."
"Oh!" Meng Yiqiu understood, "Is this the daughter of Tang's disciple?"
Xia Yuhui smiled and said, "Mr. Meng is really smart."
Meng Yiqiu asked, "Is Master Tang writing an article? No, is he writing a letter?"
Xia Yuhui smiled but didn't answer. Meng Yiqiu stood up, fanning himself, and took little Chenxi's hand: "Chenxi, take me to see Zuzu, okay?"
If it was Qi Yang or Xiao Yaoer, they would not be so easy to coax, but Xiao Chenxi was a little dazed to begin with, so she nodded: "Oh!"
Then she led Meng Yiqiu to the side room. Xia Yuhui did not stop her. He waited outside for a while. Seeing that Meng Yiqiu was not kicked out, he left.
You know, he is also very busy!
The winery will reopen tomorrow, and he still has a lot of things to do!
After all, Meng Yiqiu was a son of a wealthy family, and he would not read other people's letters. So when he entered, he sat down to the side, fanning himself and said with a smile, "I'm free anyway. If there are words you don't know how to write, you can just ask me. Wouldn't that save the child from running errands?"
He looked elegant, but in his heart he was a little bit happy that "you are so capable but you can't write", but Tang Shiyue didn't care at all and said without raising his head: "Thank you."
Meng Yiqiu sat aside, and after a while, she asked, "How do you write hot?"
Meng Yiqiu picked up the inkstone and wrote a poem for her. He turned the paper over and watched her copy it. They asked and answered each other like this. She didn't greet him. When she was thirsty, he poured her tea. When she was hungry, she found something to eat herself... Meng Yiqiu felt that he seemed to have known how to get along with her.
But this young lady is indeed interesting.
All the young ladies he had met tried their best to show off in front of him, as if they were all well-read and proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. But she was different. She just couldn't write and was not frank about it.
It can be seen that she really doesn't care about him.
Is she writing a letter to that "master"?
Meng Yiqiu frowned, not knowing why, but feeling a little inexplicably disappointed.
Tang Shiyue spent a whole afternoon to finish writing the letter.
Meng Yiqiu was by her side the whole time, grinding ink, passing paper, pouring tea and water. His timing was always just right, thoughtful and proper. Tang Shiyue felt very comfortable with his service, and she secretly decided not to dislike his princess syndrome anymore... When he was not sick, he was simply a warm and cute little girl!
The next day, Tang Shiyue started making the soup cubes she had planned earlier.
Although Huo Qijing said that the place where the army was stationed was not actually on the seaside or in the sea as she imagined, it would not be very convenient to cook in the military camp. So he was not afraid of having too much meat floss and soup cubes. He could make more and give them away.
Huo Qijing has a cold and indifferent personality and is very thrifty with words. Maybe he can make some real friends after they have experienced life and death together, but it is difficult for him to get along well with others when they first meet. By then, it might be of some use to be soft-spoken to others, right?
With this idea in mind, Tang Shiyue invited several people to help and made several large pots. When the time comes, she can attach the recipe and send it over together.
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