Our house?

Prefect of Qingping?

Song Wanyue narrowed her eyes without any trace, almost "thank you so much" and her voice was clear, almost spreading throughout the street. "Thank you for your support by the prefect!"

The prefect was very satisfied with her reaction and laughed while stroking her beard.

Song Wanyue quickly took a step back and said, "Please come from here."

The prefect walked in with his foot, and the county magistrate followed behind.

Both of them were wearing official uniforms, and the people inside also heard the sound from the door. Seeing them in, they knelt all over the ground.

The prefect didn't seem to see it, and did not ask them to get up. He glanced at the lobby and saw a lot of ingredients on the counter, including raw and cooked ones, which was very strange, "This is..."

“The first floor is a self-service barbecue, and these are all ingredients.”

Self-service barbecue?

This was the first time the prefect heard about it. He glanced at it a few more times, withdrew his gaze, looked up at the second floor, "The second floor is the same as the first floor?"

Song Wanyue understood it and smiled and led the way in front of her, "The second floor is a private room, mainly selling hot pot."

The prefect seemed very interested. After following her up the second floor, she looked around and was allowed to enter the largest private room by Song Wanyue.

The county magistrate followed in and stood on the side of the prefect, without him sitting in front of the lord.

The prefect looked at him, "You are tired too, sit down."

The county magistrate was about to say that he was not tired, but when he saw the magistrate looking at Song Wanyue, he immediately understood that if he didn't sit, Song Wanyue might not sit, so he immediately said thank you and sat down.

"Miss Song, you can sit down too."

Song Wanyue sat down generously, without any trepidation or anxiety in front of them.

The prefect saw it and couldn't help but secretly praise him. No wonder he dared to enter Beijing alone and defeat the third prince, which was indeed unique.

But no matter how different it is, it is just a little girl. Although she has the spirit of a newborn calf not afraid of a tiger and has some keen little thoughts, she was born in the countryside and had no great insight, and would not understand that her move today was just the beginning of her win over.

Manager Jin asked the client to bring tea, and he personally put it in front of several people and bowed and retreated.

"Please have tea, sir."

The prefect picked it up and took a sip, praising, "Good tea."

Song Wanyue smiled with joy, completely the happy expression of a little girl when she received praise. The prefect saw it and put down the teacup, "If you have anything to do in the future, he will help you."

"Thank you, sir."

The prefect was very satisfied and asked about the Song family's business casually. Song Wanyue did not hide it and told him one by one.

After staying in the restaurant for half an hour, the prefect and the county magistrate left in a sedan chair.

After they left, Song Wanyue asked Manager Jin to follow her to the backyard house, "Arranging someone to barbecue, let the guy stay there to serve him, and come back after he finished eating."

Manager Jin should have asked the clerk to carry a barbecue table to the backyard, then pack all the ingredients in a food box, put them on a carriage from the back door, and sent them to the county government office.

The prefect and the county magistrate had just returned. When he heard the report, the prefect stroked his beard, "This girl from the Song family is indeed a clever one. If you see her in the future, you will make it clear that the mansion supports her intentionally or unintentionally and let her remember it."

The county magistrate lowered his eyes.

The story of the prefect and the county magistrate supporting Xiaoyuelou quickly spread. Originally, only the gentry and rich man from Qingping County wanted to take advantage of the opening of Xiaoyuelou to give gifts to the Song family. Now all the people from Lin County came, and Xiaoyuelou became famous because of this and became full of every day.

...

Song Wanyue took a basket and a small jar of wine from the carriage, entered the door, and came to the old man's yard.

Xu Liang, who was guarding the door, saw it and hurried over to take it, smiling, "Ms. Sun is finished?"

The gentry and rich man came to give gifts, and Song Wanyue had to come forward. She stayed in the restaurant every day for several days, and came back late at night. She had not been with the old man well for several days.

"I've finished my business, I won't care about the restaurant anymore."

The old man in the restaurant also knew about it and was very happy for her. However, Meng and Xu also went to the restaurant these days, and he was the only one in the house. When he was in Beijing, there were few people in his yard and he didn't think there was anything. But after coming to Qingping County, the house was lively every day. After a moment, everyone went out, and he was still a little uncomfortable.

Hearing Song Wanyue's voice, a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

When he saw Song Wanyue holding the wine and Xu Liang following him was carrying the food box, the smile on his face became deeper.

Song Wanyue put the wine on the table, took the food box and placed it on the table, lifted the cloth, took out the dishes, and said, "I won't be so busy in a few days, let's go to the restaurant to have hot pot."

The old man waved his hand and said that his business is now booming. If he goes there, he will have to take up a private room. Yue'er will earn less money. "It's good to eat at home."

How could Song Wanyue not understand his thoughts? She smiled and handed the empty basket to Xu Liang, opened the wine jar, poured a cup of wine in front of him, poured a cup of hot tea himself, and raised her to clink the glass with the old man.

The old man took a sip of joy. People used to say that the pain of the next generation was, but he didn't believe it at all. Although Xu Yan and Wan'er were spoiled, they did not leave any of them when they should have strict requirements. But when it came to Song Wanyue, he felt that it was good no matter what the girl did or how she did it.

Song Wanyue picked up the public chopsticks and picked up the food for the old man, "I have been busy these days, and I have not had time to come to ask you for advice. I always feel that the matter of the visit of the prefect Qingping that day is not very ordinary."

The old man was slightly stunned.

That day, when he learned that the prefect Qingping had come to support the Song family restaurant, the old man also felt that things were unusual, but when he saw that Song Wanyue didn't come to find her, he thought she didn't realize it and didn't want to scare her, so he didn't mention it.

"I guess my great-grandfather had thought of it a long time ago, tell me."

The old man took another sip of wine and said, "The reason why he did this is to curry favor with Song Si..."

Song Si is now the Minister of Revenue, and there are many people who want to curry favor with him. It is not surprising that the prefect of Qingping has such thoughts.

Song Wanyue nodded.

"The second is that he sees you are in the limelight and wants to use you to establish a good image among the people. More importantly, he leaves a good impression on the emperor and take the opportunity to climb up."

Song Wanyue nodded again.

“Three one…”

The old man hesitated for a moment, wondering if he would tell her that Yue'er was still young, and what should he do if he was scared when he heard it? Besides, this is just his own guess, and maybe this is not the case.

Song Wanyue looked at him.

The old man waved his hand, "I'm thinking too much, he should only have these two thoughts."

Song Wanyue held the wine pot and filled it with him, "It may not be that I think he has a bigger plan."

The old man looked at her.
Chapter completed!