Meng Qingluan turned her head and saw that the person who had just been talking to Shen Yan was Young Master Yu.
Meng Qingluan smiled and returned the greeting.
"Long time no see, Young Master Yu."
Young Master Yu smiled gently, “We’re all acquaintances, why be so formal? Just call me A-Yu.”
acquaintance?
Is there?
Is this young master's brain filled with pig intestines?
Meng Qingluan gave an awkward laugh and waved her hand, "Young Master Yu is quite good."
Young Master Yu didn't seem to mind and continued to smile gently.
Meng Qingluan suddenly felt a tightness in her arm and frowned as she looked at it.
Shen Yan suddenly grabbed her so tightly for no apparent reason.
Meng Qingluan asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Why did you suddenly arrest me?"
When Meng Qingluan exposed his little tricks, Shen Yan's smile froze, and he immediately let go of her hand.
Forcing a smile, she said, "It's nothing."
Chen Yan's heart gradually grew cold.
What does she mean by this? She's deliberately making her actions public.
Was she saying it on purpose so that the scumbag would hear it?
What is the purpose? Is it to show loyalty, or to clarify one's own position?
Shen Yan dared not think about it anymore. He had finally obtained it, and he didn't want to let it slip away again.
Seeing that Shen Yan's expression wasn't good, Meng Qingluan, being his close friend, hugged his shoulder.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? If you're not feeling well, tell me. Don't push yourself."
Chen Yan said defiantly, "No, I'm fine."
"Young Master Yu said quietly."
"Ah, please don't be stubborn. Why would you grab Meng San Niangzi if you're not feeling unwell?"
Shen Yan glanced at him but didn't say anything.
Meng Qingluan suddenly grabbed Shen Yan's hand, and the two were extremely close. Their tightly clasped hands stung the eyes of the young master Yu.
Meng Qingluan: "No need for you to worry. We two are always like this. Maybe he missed me too much since he hadn't seen me earlier."
Upon hearing her words, Shen Yan raised his eyebrows and couldn't suppress the upward curve of his lips.
Shen Yan retorted softly, "You're talking nonsense again..."
Meng Qingluan squeezed his hand and asked in a similarly low voice.
"Don't you have any?"
"..."
have.
Young Master Yu saw that the two of them were acting as if they were invisible, and started flirting with each other as if no one else was around.
She felt her smile was about to burst, and she had to clench her teeth to resist the urge to pull the two apart.
After adjusting his mindset, Young Master Yu looked gentle and took the initiative to ask.
"I heard that Miss Meng has recently started a small business at a street stall?"
Upon hearing Young Master Yu's words, Meng Qingluan's eyes darted around before she nodded.
Seeing her delighted expression, Young Master Yu cast a provocative glance at Shen Yan.
See?
All it takes is a snap of the fingers and a simple greeting, and Meng Qingluan will come running back like a dog.
Before Young Master Yu could reply, Meng Qingluan's face was already beaming with smiles.
"I sell my own secret recipe grilled sausages. Would you like one? They're good for your skin and complexion, perfect for people like you who make a living based on their looks."
Young Master Yu: "..."
Chen Yan: "..." (Sigh)
Shen Yan's smile deepened as he looked at Young Master Yu with amusement.
Meng Qingluan saw that Young Master Yu's smile had frozen on his face, and he hadn't yet caught the smell of gunpowder in the air.
He continued promoting his product, "Freshly grilled, pure meat. I usually sell them for fifteen coins a skewer, but since we're acquaintances, how about I sell them to you for twelve coins a skewer?"
Young Master Yu: "..."
Does she think he's stupid? Or is she really stupid herself?
Even though he was blind, he still had ears and could hear her shouting all day long that a string of coins cost seven coins.
Friendship price? It's gone up by five coins?
Young Master Yu lost face in front of Shen Yan, and his face immediately darkened.
He gritted his teeth and squeezed out each word to refuse.
"……unnecessary."
Upon hearing this, Meng Qingluan's face immediately fell, and she gave a perfunctory reply.
"oh."
oh?
With just a simple "oh," Young Master Yu sensed Meng Qingluan's subtle dissatisfaction and... disdain.
When did he become someone that this country bumpkin and scoundrel would look down on?
Meng Qingluan pouted. What is that?
The top courtesan at Nanfeng Pavilion earns so much money, yet she can't even afford a skewer of grilled sausage.
Wasting time
Meng Qingluan grabbed Shen Yan's arm, intending to walk away with him before bothering her former boss.
"Stop!" Young Master Yu called out to Meng Qingluan.
Meng Qingluan turned her head dismissively and asked expressionlessly.
"What's wrong, Young Master Yu?"
Shen Yan's face turned red from trying to suppress his laughter.
Young Master Yu pulled a purse from his sleeve and tossed it to Meng Qingluan with an air of wealth.
"No need to look, just bring me a string of them tomorrow, is that enough?"
Meng Qingluan didn't even see what was thrown at her before her hand reflexively rose up and grabbed it.
The purse was heavy, and even the fabric of the purse was smooth and soft, with lifelike embroidery on it.
It will definitely fetch a good price.
Meng Qingluan immediately put on a fawning smile, as if afraid that Young Master Yu would regret it, and hurriedly handed it to Chen Yan.
"That's enough, I'll definitely deliver it to you on time tomorrow."
Young Master Yu exhaled a breath of stale air and nodded slightly.
Meng Qingluan grabbed Shen Yan's hand and ran away quickly.
Young Master Yu: "..."
Does he seem like the kind of person who would do something like demanding his money back?
…
Meng Qingluan grabbed Shen Yan's arm, and the two quickly arrived at the clothing store.
Shen Yan looked at the two bundles on the counter and asked.
Is that all?
When the shop assistants saw that it was Meng Qingluan, they guessed that the man beside her was her husband.
He laughed and said, "This is just what was freshly packed; there's still some left."
Chen Yan nodded.
A portion, at most two or three items...
Seeing the mountain of packing boxes, Shen Yan felt like slapping himself twice.
What's this?
Has she taken over the entire store?
Chen Yan looked at the culprit.
Meng Qingluan lowered her head guiltily, poking at the other side with her index finger.
"They just couldn't control themselves..."
This is really not my fault.
She's a shopaholic in modern times; her Cainiao Post Station is overflowing with all sorts of packages.
She endured everything she had to endure after being transported here.
She finally had the chance to buy clothes, and seeing all these brightly colored outfits, she couldn't resist...
Without saying much, Shen Yan took the initiative to carry the packages of various sizes.
The two attracted the attention of many people as they walked down the street.
Meng Qingluan was carrying two packages.
Shen Yan carried two in one hand, had four more hanging around her neck, and hooked one on her little finger.
When Shen Yan got home, he felt that his arms were stiff.
Meng Qingluan put down her clothes, ran to the kitchen, poured a bowl of water, and presented it to Chen Yan with a flattering air.
"Give."
Shen Yan raised an eyebrow at her, then rubbed his aching arm.
Meng Qingluan understood his implication, put the water aside, and immediately took over his hands from her own to massage him.
While pinching, he leaned closer and asked.
"How's the pressure?"
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