Completely different from the image of the resentful and vicious woman in the book, the Li Qingluo in front of her seemed to have washed away her past, and she sat next to Wang Yuyan, who was only 28 years old, like a pair of twin sisters.
This is all due to Zhao Yan's enlightenment over the years. The female marketing accounts of later generations drank the poisonous chicken soup vigorously. In Li Qingluo's eyes, she has long regarded the men in the world as nothing.
Even if Duan Zhengchun stood in front of her and showed off his eighteenth-level love words, he still couldn't pierce her proud and lively heart.
If I have to say that a man can hurt her again...
"Sister Qingluo, let's start with a bowl of lily and lotus seed soup. It nourishes yin and clears dryness, moistens the lungs and promotes body fluids. It is most suitable for health maintenance in autumn."
Zhao Yan took the soup bowl from the small table next to him and handed it over.
"I know you don't like meat, so I specially bought some lotus roots that were in season just sent from Suzhou. Come and try them."
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for taking the trouble."
Li Qingluo grasped the distance appropriately, stood up and took the soup bowl, then put a piece of lotus root slices into her daughter's bowl.
"Yan'er, try it. You grew up in Kaifeng, and you rarely get to eat food from your hometown."
"Cough cough cough..."
After hearing Li Qingluo's words, Zhao Yan suddenly coughed several times.
Are you still blaming yourself for tying the two of them to Kaifeng Mansion?
"Brother Yan, please eat slowly, no one will compete with you."
Wang Yuyan was a little short-sighted now and didn't understand the reason for his cough.
Li Qingluo figured it out and knew she had made a mistake, but she didn't mean it and quickly changed her hint.
"Although the lotus roots from my hometown are good, they don't taste as good as the Kaifeng dishes. Your Majesty, you don't have to worry about making them next time."
"Okay, let's prepare a whole table of kaifeng dishes next time."
The two of them looked at each other and smiled in tacit understanding, and then started to cook the pot.
Ren Yingying was not surprised at all, only Wang Yuyan had some taste for it.
She felt that Brother Yan was better to her mother than to herself.
……
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The meal passed quickly. At this time, the sunshine was still relatively long and the sky was just getting dark.
Li Qingluo was thinking about how drunk she was and she ate for a while before saying goodbye and leaving.
One of the other two women had to sort out information, and the other had to translate turtle shells, so they didn't stay long after eating.
Zhao Yan originally wanted to listen to Tan Yun tell two short stories to relieve his boredom, but in the end, the steward of the house sent news about Shui Yunjian.
He had no choice but to put business first and left the manor with Banhe and Mingyan.
A ten-mile journey would take a lot of time for ordinary people, but for the three of them, it only took a moment.
Shuiyunjian is a chain restaurant belonging to Prince Qi's Mansion, but only a few people in the entire Song Dynasty know about it.
Outsiders only know that at some point, a high-strength liquor called "Moutai" began to be sold in the market in Kaifeng Prefecture. It was extremely expensive and was sold in limited quantities.
But the taste was really unparalleled, and it won the hearts of the rich and powerful, causing a wave of panic buying.
After that, a restaurant called Shuiyunjian opened on Tianjie. The owner was called Jin Baobao. It was said that he had official background, but no one dared to cause trouble.
Fast forward many years, Shuiyunjian has always adhered to the principle of rare things being more valuable, and has never increased the supply of "Moutai" and only sold them separately at different times.
But it doesn't matter if you can't buy "Maotai". There are also high-strength wines with different names here, and those are sold openly.
What "whiskey", "brandy", "tequila" and so on.
Although it always seems to be a little inferior compared to "Maotai", it can be regarded as quenching the gluttony in the stomach of drunkards.
So business is always very good.
When Zhao Yan came to Shuiyunjian, the moon had just climbed into the sky.
Under the bright moon, the nightlife of Kaifeng people gradually begins.
The square tables in the lobby, whether square or rectangular, were all fully occupied.
In the center, there are two luthiers sitting on a high platform playing a slightly strange rhythm.
But to the ears of drunkards in Kaifeng, these rhymes represent "privilege" and "taste."
After all, after searching the entire Kaifeng Mansion, only Shui Yunjian could hear it.
Looking at the tables of guests representing money, and listening to the familiar melody, Zhao Yan closed his eyes and hummed:
"I love you sleeping alone in a dark alley..."
"Love how you look drunk..."
Just after humming a few words, the tall and fat shopkeeper came to greet him personally.
"Hey, a distinguished guest is coming, please come with me."
The person who came was Jin Baobao. Knowing that Zhao Yan was coming, he started doing his old job again after not sitting in court for a long time.
After all, few people have seen Zhao Yan, so he is afraid that something will go wrong if he is welcomed by others.
"Oh? In the box?"
The lobby is on the first floor. Since Jin Baobao didn't leave a place for himself, it can be seen that the other party must be in the private room.
"Yes, in the 'Manhattan' box."
As the two walked, they communicated in low voices.
"He is a rich master...what are you drinking?"
"I usually drink vodka, but today it's a little strange. I just ordered a glass of snakehead water."
"oh?"
Zhao Yan paused in his footsteps and shouted.
"interesting…"
The other party usually drinks, but today he drank water.
It seemed that he was expected to come to him today.
Zhao Yan, who originally planned to go to the box next door to test it out, immediately changed his mind.
He followed Jin Baobao's footsteps to the third floor and stood at the other party's door.
Shuiyunjian has a total of five floors. Except for the rich and powerful, ordinary people can reach the third floor.
"Open the door."
Although he was a little surprised, Jin Baobao never dared to ask more about his master's request and quickly opened the sliding wooden door.
The furnishings in the room came into view, and the man sitting on the custom-made high chair finally revealed his face.
With a fairly square face, an ordinary appearance, and an average figure, he looks like a complete...
Passersby.
"Your Majesty, please."
Immediately, this "passerby" gave him a warning.
It was obviously the first time they met, and Zhao Yan's identity was exposed without prior knowledge.
If everything is calculated in advance, then the other party is really scary.
Behind them, Ming Yan and Ban He's faces suddenly burst out with awe, and they charged at each other.
"Feel relieved."
Zhao Yan raised his hand and made a downward movement, and the murderous aura of the two people immediately disappeared.
It was not that they sent and received it on their own, but that they were eliminated invisible by Zhao Yan's method.
"My lord, you are good at what you do. Everyone in the world says that you are the number one master in the Song Dynasty. But in my opinion, no matter how good you are, you can still be ranked among the top ten in the Song Dynasty."
It stands to reason that a first-grade martial artist would be somewhat timid when faced with three transcendent realm warriors, but this "passerby" smiled and applauded, showing no fear at all.
"Really? You don't look like you're just a person."
Zhao Yan secretly cursed the imperial city official and walked into the room with a smile on his face.
Snapped…
The door automatically closed tightly without any wind.
"My lord, what realm do you think I am in?"
"At least he's a Zhixuan."
"Hahaha…"
The "passerby" laughed wildly, and the next moment, with surging energy, he read word by word:
"Your Majesty, you really have a good eye!"
