On the ninth day of the ninth month, the willow leaves next to the moat are slightly yellow, but the maple leaves are beautifully red.

After finding a reason, Yang Xuqiu went out early.

She was wearing a blue dress with blue sky and was in a rare mood for Bai Ji to paint on her face. When she looked in the mirror, she was really good. Sun Wenhai knew that Yang Xuqiu was the person behind this restaurant, so he was surprised and admired her. He never thought that women should stay in the boudoir and only know how to embroider and write poems. This kind of woman who is smart and good at doing things made him admire her even more.

So he doesn't like ordinary women, which is why he is nearly thirty years old and has not yet gotten married.

The private room on the easternmost part of the second floor was always reserved for Yang Xuqiu, and there were already tea and snacks in it.

It was said to be open, but this Dongli Restaurant did not have a large area of ​​red color hangings, but just used some red silk to slightly embellish it.

Before Yang Xuqiu could sit firmly, a noise came from below

"Are we not allowed to enter the restaurant here?"

"I have never seen this restaurant after that, there are such big rules."

Sun Wenhai also heard such a voice and went out to solve the problem. Yang Xuqiu opened the window. The place had a great view and could see clearly what happened below.

"I'm really sorry for everyone. The rules of our restaurant are that they can't get in without invitations. If you want to eat in the restaurant, you need to recommend someone who has invited them. You can come here for more than three times before you can get the invitation." Sun Wenhai's speech is neither humble nor arrogant, and the rules are here. Without invitations, it only means that your status is not enough, so what are you going to complain about?

Those playboys clearly heard the recent discussions about Dongli Restaurant. Today, they are about exploring the truth and the facts, and deliberately asking for trouble. Who made the invitation not deliver to them? Isn’t this obvious that they look down on themselves?

He really looked down on them. Zhu Jin, the young minister of Taichang Temple, has always liked elegance the most, just relying on the invitation from Dongli Restaurant, and he is willing to come and find out.

"Why are you so noisy?" Zhu Jin frowned, a little unhappy. He also liked the location he chose in this restaurant, and it was said that it would not be so noisy.

Zhu Jin took out the invitation post and handed it to Sun Wenhai for inspection: "Please invite me inside, Mr. Zhu." Sun Wenhai handed it back to Zhu Jin with both hands, made a gesture of invitation, and the slightly closed door immediately opened, revealing the scenery inside.

The door was covered with half of the ink screen, and a few bamboos added some vitality. The bamboo curtains were embroidered with plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemums, which were so elegant. Zhu Jin turned around and said to one of them: "Liang Wen, come in with me."

Liang Wen's father had the best relationship with him, and he didn't want to look at his nephew who was not usually 4 or 6 here.

The two of them walked in with big strides, and the goalkeeper blocked the sights of the young men.

"This restaurant is so arrogant, it's better not to come!" Why is this voice so familiar? Yang Xuqiu turned his head slightly and quickly passed by the few people. Sure enough, the person who spoke was her second brother.

At this moment, Yang Xiurui slapped his folding fan hard, as if he was angry.

This second brother is really, just following these incompetent young masters!

There were only three tables for the guests who came to have lunch. Yang Xuqiu was not worried. It always took a process to get recognition from a restaurant, and her restaurant did not win by quantity.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and Song Jingyun, who had been away for three months, had a smile on his face. He was darker and thinner than before, and he had a little more unruly wildness.

Yang Xuqiu smiled: "Is the prince's trip south smoothly?"

Song Jingyun sat opposite her, picked up the teacup, and ate the tea inside. He had just arrived in Kyoto today, and thought that Wang Cheng's letter to him said that it was opened today and he didn't even return the palace, so he arrived here without stopping.

After a while, Song Jingyun spoke, "I encountered a small twists and turns, but fortunately they all resolved." She knew that the small twists and turns in Song Jingyun's mouth was not as easy as he said.

"Now, the grain is being transported to Kyoto, and it will take another month or two to deliver it." It is already fast to take into account the weather and environmental storage conditions in matters like transporting grain.

Yang Xuqiu nodded slightly, wondering if he could catch up.

Just as Yang Xuqiu was stunned, a pair of round and huge earrings appeared in front of him: "I went south to see that this East Pearl is of good quality, which is quite suitable for you."

It is true that he bought Dongzhu, but he made these Dongzhu earrings himself.

"I appreciate the good intentions of the prince, but I still won't accept this gift." Wugong did not accept the reward. This pair of Dongzhu is probably of great value. I guess even the queen in the palace is not as good as that of the palace.

Song Jingyun knew that she would not accept it, so he said, "You don't like the white jade fan I gave you. I have left it. I will treat this pair of Dongzhu as a gift I have added to you."

The white jade fan that Yang Xuqiu took to the pawn shop had already been brought back, and there was no white jade fan inside. It seemed that the prince was very concerned about this matter.

Since this is the case, it seems a bit unkind if she refuses. After all, the two of them will still cooperate in the future.

So she reached out and grabbed it, touching Song Jingyun's palm with fingertips, some hard calluses, which were traces left by the long-term practice of martial arts. His eyes were bright, as if he was very happy that he had accepted his gift.

"The prince has worked hard all the way, let's have a meal." After Yang Xuqiu reminded, Song Jingyun finally felt hungry. His eating style was very good. Even if he had a big mouthful of food, it would only make people feel greatly boosted their appetite and would not feel disgusted.

In the private room where Zhu Jin was, the windows were wide open, and the river was flowing through it, causing the fish to shine. The rows of lightly hanging willow branches by the river were hanging shallow on the river, which was really a beautiful view.

The maids in this restaurant have been carefully selected, each with fresh and pleasant longing, and speak softly. In the hall, the woman's soft voice sang softly, and it seemed as if there were or not to be seen when it came to the private room, which made people's hearts calm down.

Even Zhu Jin, who was preparing to teach Liang Wen's ideological education class, stopped and appreciated it carefully.

Soon, a few dishes with all colors, fragrance and flavor were placed on the table.

Tofu skin wrapped in bamboo shoots, mushroom sea vegetable soup, braised knife fish and salted duck skin. The tofu skin was uncovered in the morning. The bamboo shoots were fresh for less than a day. The mushrooms were sweet and the sea vegetables were delicious. The knife fish was steamed immediately. The duck chose free-range water duck skin, white and tender, fat but not greasy. With the wind, the repeated aroma of fireworks was blown up freshly. The yam cake filled with date paste used for tea was sweet but not greasy. Even Zhu Jin, a person who doesn't like to eat snacks, didn't consciously eat a few pieces.

Liang Wen touched his round belly, looked at the empty plate on the table and sighed: "No wonder he is so arrogant. It turns out that he really has this capital!"

Although Zhu Jin was not as relaxed as him, he ate a lot, and it was so comfortable to have enough food and tea.
Chapter completed!