020. Relief
Song He was soon tied up by servants and sent to see the official. The diners were also sent back to the lobby by the shopkeeper Xu and the waiter. Rong Se whispered a few words to Lan Ying, who nodded slightly and then walked into the lobby and spoke loudly.
"Thank you all for being our host's witnesses today. Our host has ordered that each table be given a free side dish! Please wait for a moment!"
"The boss is generous!"
"Wait! This must wait!"
The diners responded with a smile, but Yan Shuning looked unhappy. He was a scholar and cared about his reputation. Today, he lost face in front of Cao Haoyun because of Fu Sheng, and he was full of resentment. Then he heard Cao Haoyun say, "Miss Lan."
Lan Ying stepped forward and said, "Master, please give me your orders."
Cao Haoyun's father was a royal relative and held a high position of power. He was even more arrogant than Zhu Lanshan. He said straight to the point, "Young Master wants to promote your boss. Tell him to come out."
Cao Lun's group and the Regent King have always been at odds. Lan Ying held back her eyes and said with a fake smile, "Our host doesn't see guests."
Cao Haoyun had heard of this before, but he didn't take it seriously. No matter how capable a cook is, he is just a cook. In his eyes, he is no different from an ant. So when he heard this, he sneered, "What a joke! My lord, you want to see him, there is no reason for you to be turned away." At this point, his expression suddenly sank, "Let him out!"
Ji Miaotong, who was far away, frowned slightly when he saw this, hesitated for a moment, and said politely with a smile: "Master Cao, it is the rule of this restaurant that Master Fusheng does not receive guests. Why force it?"
Cao Haoyun had a cute and pretty face, but also a proud temper. He smiled coldly and said, "Young Master, you must see him today."
Ji Miaotong didn't want to conflict with him, so he frowned and said nothing more, but then he heard a gentle laugh.
“What a great momentum.”
Liang Shenyu was wearing a scarlet robe with wide sleeves, a golden crown in his hair, and had a slender and upright figure. He was not as arrogant as the nobles from aristocratic families. Fourteen years of guarding the border had honed him into a fierce and brutal gun, but the edges were hidden in the dark. He was handsome, with a wild and unrestrained look in his eyes and eyebrows, which made him look much gentler and more stable.
"My Lord." Ji Miaotong quickly greeted him.
"There's no need to be so polite, sir." Liang Shenyuxu helped him up and turned to walk to the table of Cao Haoyun and Yan Shuning.
He looked gentle and polite, but when he really walked over to him from a superior position, Cao Haoyun felt an extreme pressure from him and could only barely straighten his back.
"Master Cao, where in the Jin Dynasty's laws does it say that if your family wants to see someone, they must come to see you?" Liang Shenyu explained every word clearly, and laughed again, "Thank God Master Fusheng is a man. If it were a girl, she would probably think Master Cao was a dandy bully who robbed her."
Lan Ying sneered.
Cao Haoyun couldn't hold back his pride and slammed the table, "Liang Shuyun, what do you mean?"
Liang Shenyu remained motionless, his eyes suddenly became cold and sharp, "Master Cao, everything is better in moderation than in excess."
Seeing that Liang Shenyu was determined to protect the restaurant, Cao Haoyun's expression changed several times, and he said, "If he doesn't want to see it, then don't see it. Since he doesn't know how to behave, forget it. Just hand over the recipe."
Lan Ying raised her eyebrows, "How can you just hand over recipes casually? Sir, do you understand the rules? If you really want to learn skills, you have to kneel down three times and kowtow nine times to our master as a disciple, and serve the master for three years before you can learn the true teachings. If you ask for someone's cooking skills, you will be laughed at by everyone if you spread it out!"
Cao Haoyun had no idea about the rules of society, and his face became even uglier when he was scolded by a woman.
"Miss Lan is right." Liang Shenyu agreed, "Mr. Cao, if you want to eat, sit down and eat well. Don't disturb others."
After saying this, he looked at Yan Shuning again, and kindly reminded him, "And Master Yan, I just passed by the casino and saw your father in a bad situation. If you hurry there now, you might be able to save his hand."
Yan Shuning's face turned pale in disbelief. "What did you say?"
Liang Shenyu stopped talking, glanced at Cao Haoyun and Yan Shuning meaningfully, turned around and called Song Yan to go to the empty table to order food, in a good mood.
After Lan Ying bowed and thanked Liang Shenyu, she returned to the kitchen with a complicated expression to report to Rong Se, feeling very confused.
Liang Shenyu had met her before and knew who owned Fusheng Tower. Why did he offer to help her today?
Shouldn't the relationship between him and his master be a life-and-death struggle?
Cao Haoyun lost face, and Yan Shuning was worried about his father, so the two of them didn't stay long and left in a hurry.
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After Liang Shenyu ordered the dishes, Song Yan whispered to him, "Master, what does the Cao family mean by this? Are they going to go against us?"
How could the Cao family not know about the grudge between Duke Huan and the Dingbei Marquisate, and yet they openly extended an olive branch to the Yan family? Where did they put the Dingbei Marquisate's reputation?
Liang Shenyu laughed softly: "Do you think the Cao family is helping the Yan family?"
Song Yan was at a loss.
"The Cao family used the Duke Huan's mansion, and several of the memorials were written to impeach the Regent Prince." Liang Shenyu's voice was slightly cold, "God is rushing them to death."
Song Yan uttered an "ah", not understanding the profound meaning and sarcasm in Liang Shenyu's tone, "That can be considered as helping us vent our anger."
Liang Shenyu said in a very light voice, "If you really wanted to help me vent my anger, why would you wait until today?"
He had long seen through that this was Cao's attempt to show goodwill, but why should he resort to borrowing a knife to kill someone in the feud between his Liang family and the Duke Huan's Mansion?
Duke Huan was heavily in debt and greedy by nature. With a little temptation, he would forget how his family fortune was transferred to the casino. Today, he came to watch the show on purpose, and only after he had seen enough did he come to tell Yan Shuning about how they, father and son, were struggling hard and heading towards the abyss step by step.
If you take something you shouldn't take, you should be drowned in a den of prostitution as retribution.
Liang Shenyu suddenly raised his lips silently.
I didn't expect that I would come at the right time.
The waiter served two dishes, and Lan Ying came over quickly and whispered, "Our host wants to see you."
Liang Shenyu stood up upon hearing the sound, and Song Yan also stood up upon seeing this.
"You are the only one we see at our host's place," Lan Ying said hastily.
Liang Shenyu was silent for a moment. For a moment, he was inexplicably pleased by these words.
"Wait here." Liang Shenyu ordered.
In the deepest room of the elegant pavilion on the second floor, Rong Se took off his mask and sat at the table. Even though he had been in the stove for a long time, his black clothes were still neat.
When Liang Shenyu entered the room, he saw the Regent, who was feared by all the civil and military officials in the court, sitting there very obediently, even a little bit well-behaved.
The deep and cold ink color does not make him look gloomy. It meanders upwards to reveal a slender, warm jade neck, and above that is a ruthless and handsome face. A pair of eyes are clear and gentle, as bright as the moon, and there is tenderness in the gorgeousness, like a harmless furry little animal.
Liang Shenyu once again fell into deep thought uncontrollably.
Just like this, how did it cause such a bloody storm in the court?