When Song Qingshu returned to his house, it was almost noon, and Li Qingluo and Xiao Long Nu had not returned. He was depressed and had to go out again.
Originally, the servants in the mansion wanted to prepare lunch for him, but Song QingShu refused. Firstly, this mansion was bestowed to him by the Southern Song Dynasty, and the servants here were all kinds of people. Who knew if there were spies from Moqi Chen, Zhang Jun, and the others in the mansion? Who knew if there were any poisons in the food? Although he was not afraid of poisons now, he did not have the habit of eating poisons.
What's more, he also wanted to take the opportunity to learn more about the customs of Lin 'an, so he found a relatively large restaurant.
"In martial arts novels, restaurants are the most frequent places to trigger events. I don't know what will happen today." When entering the restaurant, a thought suddenly came to Song Qingshu's mind, but he immediately laughed. He had been to so many restaurants and inns over the years. Although a lot of things happened, there were more times when nothing happened. It was just a selective memory.
It was still early, so there weren't many people in the restaurant. Song QingShu found a window seat on the second floor and ordered some food and wine. He poured himself a cup of wine and drank by himself while thinking about how to deal with Tai Jian.
He subconsciously rejected Li Qingluo's proposal before. What a joke! He was a seven-foot man, how could he use the beauty trick! What's more, Shi Miyuan, a famous treacherous official in history, would not be influenced by his daughter.
Unfortunately, he could not think of how to persuade Shi Miyuan. The only thing to be thankful for was that the promotion of Jianshan Academy still needed time. He still had a few days to think about this problem.
At this time, there were gradually more people in the restaurant. Looking around, there were not many empty seats, but Song Qingshu did not care about this and continued to drink there.
Suddenly, a fragrant wind reached his nose. Song Qingshu raised his head subconsciously and saw a girl in a red cloak standing beside him and glaring at him.
Although the girl was angry, it did not damage her charming and beautiful appearance.
Song Qingshu smiled slightly, "Do we know each other?" Although he was a playboy, he was not like Duan Zhengchun, who could not even remember who his lovers were. On Mount Shaoshi, he still thought that Ye Erniang was one of his former lovers.
He was very sure that he had never seen this girl before, so he naturally did not know where her anger came from.
"You took my seat." The girl pointed to where he was sitting and said with her cheeks puffed up.
"That's strange. This is a restaurant. The seats are naturally first come, first served. How can there be a fixed rule?" Song Qingshu said with a smile as he poured the wine.
"Every time I come here, I sit in this seat. If I don't sit here, I won't be in a good mood. Once I'm in a bad mood, someone will be out of luck." The young girl's words were overflowing with menace.
Song QingShu smiled. "Are you threatening me, Miss?"
The girl snorted and took out an ingot of silver and slapped it in front of him. "This is for you. Find another place to do it."
After saying this, she ignored him and turned to the waiter, saying, "Waiter, come over and take this table."
When the waiter came over and saw the situation, he immediately looked embarrassed. "Miss, there is already someone here. How about I find another table for you …"
The young girl said angrily, "I want to sit here today. I'm not going anywhere."
"What a coincidence. I also feel that this place has a good view. I plan to stay here for the afternoon." Song Qingshu's voice sounded.
"I'm afraid you won't be able to stay." The young girl coldly snorted and suddenly kicked the stool that he was sitting on. The stool's legs immediately broke.
However, the scene of the other person falling down in a sorry state did not appear. Song Qingshu was still sitting steadily on the stool and drinking by himself.
The young girl did not believe it and kicked again. This time, the stool only had two legs left. However, not only did Song Qingshu not fall, he didn't even spill a drop of wine in his cup.
"Huh?" The young girl was surprised and bewildered. Suddenly, she coldly snorted, "Pretending to be mysterious." In an instant, she kicked again and broke the remaining two legs of the stool. She wanted to see how he could show off now.
However, soon, her proud smile froze on her face and her eyes almost popped out. The man in front of her was sitting on a stool with one leg missing, but he was still as stable as Mount Tai. Not only that, but the stool was also firmly attached to his butt as if there were several invisible stool legs supporting it.
The young girl couldn't help but reach out and touch under his stool. After confirming that there was nothing, she couldn't help but praise, "What kind of martial arts is this? Can you teach me?"
"Uh …" Song Qingshu had a strange expression on his face. He was just thinking about how to teach this unruly girl a lesson. Who knew that her attitude would change so quickly? It was really unexpected.
"Just now, this young girl had eyes but didn't recognize Mount Tai. I hope Senior won't take offense." The young girl in red said as she moved a new chair to replace the broken one under Song Qingshu. "Senior, please sit."
As the saying goes, one doesn't hit a smiling person. Song Qingshu couldn't say anything, but he was a little depressed, "Senior? Do I look that old? "
"Of course not. You look just like my brother." The young girl in red sat down on the other side of the table. Glancing at the wine and dishes on the table, she couldn't help but laugh, "How can this be enough?"
After saying that, she took a silver ingot and stuffed it into the hands of the waiter next to her. She ordered, "Tell the kitchen to make a few more dishes for us: Fried quail with flowers, fried duck feet, chicken tongue soup, deer belly wine, beef tendon fried with mandarin duck, chrysanthemum rabbit shreds, stir-fried deer legs, ginger and vinegar gold and silver trotters … Pick the freshest ingredients. Don't think that we are stupid. This young girl's tongue can distinguish."
"Not at all, not at all …" Seeing that the conflict had been resolved and that he had gained a big customer, the waiter happily retreated.
"This young girl must be from a rich family." Song Qingshu was a man who had been an emperor. Although these dishes were expensive, they wouldn't move him. Instead, he was more curious about the identity of the young girl in front of him. Commoner girls didn't have this kind of knowledge. Other than Huang Rong, the girls in Jianghu weren't so particular about eating.
As for the conflict with her before … Song Qingshu wasn't so narrow-minded. Moreover, it was a little boring to drink alone. He simply acquiesced to everything in front of him and wanted to see what this girl had up her sleeve.
"Big brother, what kind of kung fu did you use just now? Can you teach me?" The young girl said as she refilled his cup of wine like she was presenting a treasure.
"She really knows how to take advantage of the situation." Song Qingshu was speechless. He replied, "Your kung fu is already considered good among the younger generation. Why would a girl learn so much kung fu?" His eyesight was now very good. From the speed of her kicks and the control of her strength, he could tell that she had received guidance from a master since she was a child. The only thing she lacked was experience.
"Who said girls can't learn more kung fu?" The young girl in red pursed her lips and immediately began to act coquettishly. "Big brother, please teach me ~" Her voice was so sweet that the men at the other tables couldn't help but tremble.
Song Qingshu remained unmoved: "My kung fu is not suitable for you."
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