Is Chapter 100 really toxic?!
Nie Zhengyun did not hesitate much.
"Since Miss Lou says it's not good, then we won't eat it." He pointed to the plate of braised pork, glanced at his subordinate, and ordered, "Take it away."
Immediately someone took away the plate of meat, leaving empty seats on the otherwise fully stocked table.
Nie Zhengyun: "Miss Lou, which dish do you not like?"
“This one, this one, and that one.” Mao Mao pointed to several items.
Those dishes were also gradually removed, and soon the table was mostly empty.
Nie Zhengyun asked again, "That's all?"
Mao Mao shook her head: "No more. Uncle, your food smells delicious."
Lou Hongjian breathed a long sigh of relief.
If Mao Mao says there's no problem, then there must be no problem.
But when he picked up his chopsticks again and looked at the table, he was at a loss.
Perhaps the young girl preferred lighter flavors, because most of the dishes that were removed were meat. After the dishes were taken away, the table became empty, and faced with a table full of green vegetables, he really didn't know where to start eating.
He prefers meat; vegetables are just an added bonus.
Not only meat, but even seafood was removed.
Nie Zhengyun also frowned.
This is a banquet for guests, not a gathering of monks, so why is it so vegetarian?
He beckoned to his men: "Go to the restaurant next door and order some dishes right away."
His subordinate hurriedly went to make a phone call.
Before long, several plates of cooked braised dishes and a few freshly stir-fried meat dishes appeared on the table, which didn't look too bad.
Nie Zhengyun asked Lou Hongjian in a calm tone, "Third Young Master, are there any problems with these dishes?"
Lou Hongjian: "..."
Lou Hongjian broke out in a cold sweat. He glanced at Mao Mao out of the corner of his eye and saw that she was eating happily before saying, "Hehe, no problem."
Under Nie Zhengyun's icy gaze, he suddenly felt a stomachache.
Could Nie Zhengyun think he was deliberately picking a fight?
Innocent!
Of all the dishes on the table, only Mao Mao ate with gusto.
The big man gave her a clean little bowl, and she held the bowl, eating whatever he gave her, almost burying her face in the bowl, her little tuft of hair bobbing back and forth with her head.
Watching her eat, the two adults at the table also felt a surge of appetite, and couldn't help but drink two more bowls of soup with the little girl.
After eating and drinking her fill, Mao Mao, with her round little belly sticking out, said happily, "Uncle, your food is so delicious."
Nie Zhengyun: "Does Miss Lou like it?"
"like!"
“If Miss Lou likes it, you can come more often in the future. My chef was also poached from a restaurant at a high price, and he is especially good at cooking crabs.” Nie Zhengyun’s tone was a little regretful: “It’s just that we didn’t entertain you well today and Miss Lou didn’t get to eat any.”
"Crab?"
"For example, the hairy crab stir-fried with rice cakes uses hairy crabs from Yangcheng Lake. The crabs are plump and full of roe in this season, and they are very delicious. Unfortunately, Miss Lou doesn't like to eat them."
Who says Mao Mao doesn't like to eat?!
Mao Mao's lips glistened as she listened, and she quickly sat up straight. "Uncle, I love to eat it! I love to eat it!"
"Oh?" Nie Zhengyun said calmly, "But you didn't like it just now, so I had someone take it down."
Mao Mao shook her head: "Uncle, it's not that I don't like crabs, it's just that the crab we just had didn't taste good."
Nie Zhengyun looked at her, smiled faintly, and remained silent.
How do you know it's bad if you haven't tried it?
Dishes that the cook fails to prepare properly will never be served to him.
The new dishes they ordered at the restaurant were nowhere near as good as the chef's cooking at home, but the little girl ate them with great relish.
He didn't argue with a little girl, or with a three-year-old child, who probably couldn't even explain herself clearly.
He simply said, "If Miss Lou is interested, please come again next time."
Mao Mao nodded vigorously: "Okay..."
“No need to trouble Mr. Nie,” Lou Hongjian said first. “My family’s chef is also good at cooking Haicheng cuisine, so Mao Mao can eat it at home.”
He looked down at his sister and said, "It's just crabs, we can find them everywhere. We'll eat them when we get home tonight."
Mao Mao's eyes lit up: "Great! Great!"
Nie Zhengyun said regretfully, "It's a pity that Miss Lou didn't get to enjoy her meal as much as she wanted."
"It's okay, Uncle, you can come to my house next time."
Lou Hongjian: "..."
Mao Mao enthusiastically invited, "My uncles and aunts cook delicious food! I also have lots of toys that I can play with you. My family also has a really big cat that belongs to my grandma, and it's so nice!"
Nie Zhengyun smiled as he looked at the chattering little dumpling in front of him: "Really? Can I come to your house to play?"
Mao Mao patted herself with her little hands, raised her chubby chin, and said confidently, "Of course, Uncle, you are my friend!"
Making friends means visiting each other's homes.
She came to her uncle's house today, and next time, her uncle will come to her house.
Mao Mao is very good at making friends!
Nie Zhengyun smiled and said, "Of course, Miss Lou and I are friends. Then I won't stand on ceremony."
Mao Mao waved her little hand generously, saying, "Don't be shy!"
Lou Hongjian: "…………"
Lou Hongjian hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.
Didn't he just finish eating? Why does his stomach hurt even more?
Let's just say he shouldn't have come!
Of course, Mao Mao didn't forget her most important purpose for coming today.
She came to play the harmonica for her best friend.
The Nie residence also had a spacious garden courtyard, where a high platform would often be set up to invite opera troupes to perform.
There was no stage today, so the burly men brought a chair and a cushion for Mao Mao and carried her onto it.
Mao Mao wiggled her bottom, sat up straight in the chair, proudly raised her little head, grabbed her harmonica, and looked at the two audience members opposite her with bright eyes: "Brother, Uncle, I'm starting now?"
Nie Zhengyun and Lou Hongjian sat opposite her, separated by a small table with tea and snacks.
Nie Zhengyun gestured for them to begin: "Miss Lou, let's begin."
"Okay!"
Lou Hongjian adjusted his posture, resting one hand on the armrest and discreetly covering his ears.
Mao Mao took a deep breath, puffed out her cheeks, and brought her mouth to the harmonica.
"Pfft—"
"Plop plop—puff puff puff—"
"Pop—pop pop—"
The burly men around him tensed up and instinctively reached for their bulging waists.
What?
What was that sound?!
How could it sound so awful?!
How could such a cute little baby make such an awful sound?!
Upon closer inspection, they saw that Master Nie remained expressionless, smiling as he looked at the little girl in the room, and gently clapping to show his liking whenever the little girl paused to catch her breath.
With some people cheering, Mao Mao held her breath and blew even more enthusiastically, causing the little tufts on her head to shake.
Puff puff puff!
Puff puff—
"Master Nie."
One of his men walked over quickly with a grim expression.
Nie Zhengyun didn't turn his head, still smiling as he watched the little girl playing the harmonica in the center.
The subordinate bent down, leaned close to his ear, and whispered quickly, "Poison was found in the dishes you asked me to remove."
Nie Zhengyun's pupils contracted, the smile on his lips vanished, and his expression instantly turned serious.
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