Xiao Rong said ruthlessly: "I suddenly find you very unpleasant. You should take this pot of soup out and find a place to play."
Ashu: “…”
Feeling aggrieved, Ashu went out holding the postpartum soup.
The door was open, and after Xiao Rong fell ill, he kept a charcoal fire burning in his room. Zhang Biezhi, carrying a bundle, witnessed with his own eyes how Xiao Rong drove away poor Ashu. He felt sympathetic, and stood outside the door, adjusting his expression, and then walked in flatteringly.
Without further ado, Zhang Biezhi took out the paper package from his bundle and gave Xiao Rong a flattering smile: "The lotus leaf chicken and osmanthus cake are all freshly baked. They are sold outside, not made by the chef in the mansion."
Xiao Rong squinted at him. The fragrance came out of the paper bag. Xiao Rong sniffed, then stretched out his palm and gently patted the table twice.
Zhang Biezhi immediately showed a look of delight. He placed all these things in front of Xiao Rong, helped him open the paper package, and even handed the chopsticks to him personally, acting like a qualified lackey.
Xiao Rong finished the chicken first. Nowadays, chickens are not so big and small. After eating two chicken legs, Xiao Rong was half full. Then he slowly ate the remaining parts. He saw the osmanthus cake on the other side out of the corner of his eye, and Xiao Rong remembered: "The osmanthus flowers are in bloom, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is not far away."
Zhang Biezhi nodded: "The shopkeepers on Baibao Street are thinking about how to celebrate. After all, it is the first big festival since the opening. I heard that they want to offer collective discounts."
Without Xiao Rong to host, these shopkeepers have already learned Xiao Rong's routine. Having tasted the sweetness of the Thousands of Literary Gatherings, they now wish they could hold activities on Baibao Street every day. However, this is the only time that literary events come around, and they don't have the generosity of Xiao Rong to spend 10,000 gold to attract people to come and watch.
So besides discounts, they also want to come up with some other gimmicks.
Xiao Rong chuckled: "Let them do whatever they want."
Anyway, he is only responsible for collecting taxes.
Zhang Biezhi also laughed: "I'm afraid it will be quite a scene by then. Would you like to go over and take a look, Mr. Xiao? My sister is going to go, and if Mr. Xiao goes too, it will be even more lively."
Xiao Rong hummed: "Okay, go for a walk during the day and come back for a reunion dinner in the evening."
Zhang Biezhi laughed even more happily: "I knew Mr. Xiao would agree. Hahahaha, Di Fazeng said that I was overestimating my abilities. How could he know that I am an experienced person in making people feel better."
Xiao Rong looked at him speechlessly. He had just been serious for a while but he became proud again. He really didn't know what there was to be proud of.
However, since Zhang Biezhi brought him delicious food and tried his best to please him, Xiao Rong did not discourage his enthusiasm. He asked him in a friendly manner, "Oh? Are you using the skills you used in Qinlou and Chuguan on me?"
Zhang Biezhi waved his hands repeatedly: "How dare I! I used the skills I used on my sister on Mr. Xiao."
Xiao Rong: “…”
Although it still feels a bit awkward, it is barely acceptable.
He lowered his head and continued to eat. At this time, Zhang Biezhi's voice rang out again: "When my sister misses her brother-in-law, she loses her appetite like Mr. Xiao. She doesn't like to eat anything at home, so I go out to buy her some heavy-tasting or sweet food. She must be in a bad mood if she stays at home all the time. So when I have time, I take my sister out for a walk. It won't take long before my sister's mood gets better." Clang.
Zhang Biezhi was stunned. He saw Xiao Rong put down his chopsticks and asked himself with a smile: "Who do you think I am missing?"
Zhang Biezhi: “…”
The smile on Xiao Rong's face deepened: "Tell me, who do you think I'm missing?"
Zhang Biezhi: “…………”
His heart was lifted up, and he looked at Xiao Rong stiffly. He said in a very low voice: "No, it's not the king...?"
Xiao Rong slammed the table, frightening Zhang Biezhi so much that he trembled all over: "I am worried about him! I don't miss him, and it's not the kind of missing your sister has for her brother-in-law!"
Xiao Rong stood up and gradually approached Zhang Biezhi, while Zhang Biezhi looked up at him with increasing horror.
"Remember this, I can't eat because I'm sick!"
"It has nothing to do with Qu Yunmie!"
"If I hear you talking nonsense again, I will invent a new seasonal dish called Fried Chili Sauce! I will sell it once this year, and I will sell it again in 18 years. Remember that!!"
A moment later, Di Fazeng, who was waiting outside the yard with his arms folded, once again saw Zhang Biezhi rushing out of the door crying bitterly.
Di Fa Zeng: "..."
Haha, if you don't listen to me, you will have to pay the price. ...
This time, Zhang Biezhi did not run back to complain to Zhang, because he met Ashu halfway. The two sworn enemies looked at each other and confirmed that they were both hurt by Xiao Rong.
Then the two of them sat together and criticized Xiao Rong together.
Ashu: "The master's temper is getting worse."
Zhang Biezhi: "No, he used to have such a bad temper. Remember when we were in Jinling? I was the one who got scolded every time!"
Ashu: "Then you should get used to it."
Zhang Biezhi: "I did get used to it when I was in Jinling... but after I returned to Chenliu, he stopped scolding me!"
Ashu: "Because you are not with the master anymore."
Zhang Biezhi shook his head heavily: "I don't think that's the reason. Think about it, when did Xiao Rong start to become prone to anger?"
Ashu: “…”
He wanted to answer that he was always angry, but looking at Zhang Biezhi's face, he felt that this was not the correct answer.
After thinking carefully for a while, Ashu said uncertainly: "Since... after the army set out?"
Zhang Biezhi hit his left fist with his right fist: "That's right! Before the army went out, the king took Xiao Rong's bad temper for us. After the army went out, the king took the army away, and the people closest to Xiao Rong became the two of us, so our lives became difficult!"
Ashu: “…”
He didn't like this statement very much. His cheeks were puffed up. He said stiffly, "No, I'm the closest person to the master. Is there anyone closer than a personal servant?"
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