At noon, Jing Qingrong waved his hand and offered to treat everyone. Su Liuer didn't want to be polite to him at all, but Wang Po had bought all the dishes early, so they couldn't be wasted.
"I'll treat you at noon tomorrow. We'll eat in the store today. You can go to the restaurant by yourself." Su Liuer sent him away.
Jing Qingrong curled his lips. It would be boring if he ate alone again, so he said that they should eat together in the restaurant.
"How about this, I'll ask Lao Zhou to go to the restaurant and pack up some dishes so we can eat together?"
Su Liuer thought about it and said to Dali and Xiaoli, "You two should go with Lao Zhou. Order whatever you want to eat and don't be polite with Master Jing."
"Yes, boss!" Dali Xiaoli happily pulled the not-so-happy Lao Zhou away.
Su Liuer rolled up her sleeves and said, "Since you are so sincere in inviting us to dinner, I will cook the food myself."
"Okay, okay, I haven't even eaten the dishes you cook yet!" Jing Qingrong was as happy as a 200-pound child, and even moved a small stool to the side of the stove to watch.
However, as soon as Su Liuer started putting oil into the pot, he moved his small stool and sat away.
Su Liuer looked at him amusedly but said nothing.
Not to mention a nobleman like Jing Qingrong, even Zhu Dafu and Zhu Dagui can't cook. For men, unless they are professional chefs, cooking is always done by the women in the family.
Of course, the main reason why Jing Qingrong sat so far away was because he was afraid that the sizzling oil would splash onto his handsome face.
Jing Qingrong sat on a small stool, supporting his knees with his elbows and holding up his face, watching Su Liuer cooking. He couldn't see what was going on in the pot and he had no interest in watching it. He was mainly watching the person.
Su Liuer looks slender and weak, but she is very strong. She can flip such a big iron spoon easily and flexibly in her hand.
That’s amazing.
Mrs. Wang was setting the table next to Jing Qingrong. She suddenly asked, "Is she pretty?"
"It looks good." Jing Qingrong responded subconsciously.
After accepting it, he gave Wang Pozi a very affirmative look and emphasized: "Her appearance is not bad even in Guangling City. If those young ladies from aristocratic families were dressed like her, they would definitely not look as good as her! If she dresses up, she will definitely look better than them!"
Mrs. Wang nodded in understanding and continued, "But she is just a woman, how can she be compared with those young ladies from aristocratic families?"
"Why not? Her husband is dead, and she can get married just like any other young lady from an aristocratic family. Besides, she is only eighteen, still very young. And don't you think she looks like a woman?" Jing Qingrong said this with some excitement, and even stood up.
Su Liuer also noticed Jing Qingrong suddenly standing up with an excited look on his face, so she asked, "What are you talking about? You look so excited."
"It's none of your business, just focus on cooking!" Mrs. Wang replied.
Su Liuer curled her lips. How come these two people could suddenly be talking to each other in private?
Mrs. Wang gestured for Jing Qingrong to sit down, and she moved a stool and sat next to him.
She looked at Su Liuer and said softly, "No wonder she's willing to do business with you even though she's known you for such a short time. You're indeed worthy of her trust."
Wang Po naturally did not understand the idea of gender equality, or the idea of equality for all, but she knew that Jing Qingrong's view of Su Liuer was very different from that of the rest of the world.
It is a very valuable perspective.
"What a pity..." No matter how precious he was, he would never be a good match for her.
Jing Qingrong looked confused. The previous sentence was indeed a compliment to him, so why did he suddenly feel it was a pity?
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