Recently, Swallow Dock rarely had anyone come to pick a fight. Zhao Ting was well aware of one thing, and that was that the person in the pavilion was very unhappy about this. Once the person in the pavilion was unhappy, the people around him also suffered, especially Zhao Ting. Every time he was dragged away to test out a move, it could be said that he was miserable beyond words.
In the courtyard, there were several osmanthus flowers and Luohan Pines that had withered away. It was the middle of winter.
Zhao Ting had a moment of leisure and was drinking tea in the pavilion. Ever since he joined Yanshan Robber in order to survive, it had been a long time since he had such a leisurely mood. The scene in the courtyard was as beautiful as spring. His small eyes narrowed as he took a sip of tea and let out a long breath. He put down the teacup and picked up a pair of tweezers, unconsciously humming a little tune.
At this time, a person walked in from outside the courtyard. It was a young girl around 15 or 16 years old, with red lips and white teeth. Her clothes were not ordinary; it was the uniform of Phoenix Pavilion. She wore a ferret coat and her black hair was tied up in a half bun, making her look cheerful and playful. She held a pear wood plate that was filled with delicious dishes.
Smelling the fragrance, Zhao Ting suddenly straightened his body and greedily sniffed. He said, "Rongrong, little Rongrong, you're finally here. Let your Grandpa Zhao have a bite first, just one bite!" As he said this, he leaned forward.
The young girl moved the plate back, her long eyebrows arched up. "No, no, the son-in-law hasn't even touched his chopsticks yet, how can it be your turn?"
Her name was Su Rongrong. Three generations of her ancestors had been imperial chefs and she did not disappoint. She was born with a clever mind and dexterous hands. Her dishes were exquisite and delicious, and she was a famous existence in the Southern Phoenix Territory. She was originally Gu Yuehuang's personal servant. After the birthday banquet, in order to repair the relationship with Swallow Dock, Gu Yuehuang had sent her here to help Yan Shiyi, but in truth, she was taking care of Yan Shiyi's daily life.
Su Rongrong was extremely unwilling at the start. Gu Yuehuang had coaxed her that Yan Shiyi had already decided to become the son-in-law of Phoenix Hall. Only then did she happily agree. This was because in her life, the person she worshipped the most was the Young Hall Master.
Shaking off Zhao Ting, he climbed up the 7 steps spiral staircase and arrived at the loft. He pushed open the door and entered. "Young Master, it's time to eat. What are you looking at? What's so interesting about those clouds? They're never boring." As he spoke, he placed the bowls and chopsticks on the table. He then scooped up a bowl of soup and walked over, handing it to Yan Shiyi.
In Yan Shiyi's eyes, thousands of miles of clouds disappear in a flash.
It was as if there were tens of thousands of purple figures surrounding him. In that instant, the innumerable moves had already undergone millions of transformations. As soon as Su Rongrong's voice rang out, the boundary disappeared.
He was still dressed in a purple robe, and his purple hair seemed to have been cut a little shorter. The black saber rested on his knees, and the rattan chair was fixed. His slender fingers gently stroked the black saber. He didn't look at Su Rongrong. He took the soup and chuckled. "How unfortunate. When will you wake up to your own shallow ignorance? "
Su Rongrong curled his lips. "If you say others are shallow and ignorant, do you think you're a master of everything? I'm a little drunk hibiscus. Why don't you make it for me? "
"It's really not beautiful." Yan Shiyi took a sip of the soup and chuckled. "You're not only shallow and ignorant, but also childish and ridiculous."
"How is it childish and ridiculous!" Su Rongrong was furious.
Yan Shiyi laughed. "It's like watching a play. If you think someone's singing isn't good enough, they want you to go on stage and see if you can sing well. But you're just a little cook."
Su Rongrong frowned in confusion. For a moment, he couldn't find any words to refute. But suddenly, his face lit up with joy. "Young Master, oh Young Master, you didn't think you'd miscalculated, did you?"
"Oh?" Yan Shiyi handed the empty bowl back.
Su Rongrong proudly filled another bowl and gave it to Yan Shiyi. "You praised me for cooking. I heard it clearly. Don't try to deny it now." She proudly put her hands on her hips. "A person as arrogant as Young Master actually knows how to praise others. It shows that my cooking skills are superb."
Yan Shiyi ate and drank to his heart's content. He elegantly took a handkerchief that had been prepared on the tray and wiped his mouth. Then he said, "Not only do I know how to praise, but I also know how to reward." He took out a beautiful box and threw it to Su Rongrong. Su Rongrong caught it. His eyes suddenly lit up. "This is the rouge produced by the Cloud Pavilion. It's called Cloud Dream Powder. Young Master is so generous. It's said that a box is hard to find in the market. You can only buy it in the black market with a lot of money. Thank you for your reward. " The little girl opened it excitedly. She couldn't wait to apply the powder on her beautiful little face. Then she looked at Yan Shiyi with anticipation. "Young Master, help me take a look. Do I look good?"
Yan Shiyi was blowing on the tea to cool it. He raised his eyes and calmly said, "Not bad."
There was no bronze mirror in this pavilion. Su Rongrong couldn't see what she looked like, but she was very happy to receive Yan Shiyi's rare approval. She rushed back to see how she looked. She bumped into Zhao Ting. She was in a good mood. She giggled and said, "Master Zhao, I'll cook something delicious for you later. Do you think I look good? Hee hee, Young Master rewarded me with face powder. "
Zhao Ting was happy at first. He was about to show off his silver tongue and coax the little kitchen maid to be happy. Unexpectedly, when he took a closer look, he was so scared that his face turned white. He thought, "Where did this black charcoal come from?" It turned out that the little girl's face was black as ink, as if it was painted with layers of black charcoal. When he heard that it was Mister First who gave her face powder, and that the material was changed with black charcoal powder, he didn't dare to expose her. He could only reveal a smile that was uglier than crying. "Beautiful. Extremely beautiful. She's like a fairy who has descended to the world."
Su Rongrong immediately left, satisfied.
Zhao Ting came to the roof and said respectfully to Yan Shiyi, "Those Chambers of Commerce with the backing of the Dragon Emperor have indeed broken the rules. Head Chief, please give us instructions."
"Kill them." Yan Shiyi said.
Zhao Ting walked to the window and gestured to those waiting below. Looking at Su Rongrong's bouncing back from afar, the scene of the little girl stamping her feet in exasperation in front of the bronze mirror suddenly appeared in his mind. He smiled and shook his head.
"Commander Huang invited us to a drink. He said it's a new product from Half Mountain Hut. Commander Lu is also here. "
"Oh? Chaoyang is recuperating in the Parting Hatred Palace. There is still a new product in the Half-top Hut. It seems that it's the old guy's craft. Let's go and have a taste. "Yan Shiyi stood up. The black saber in his hand made a splendid saber flower, and he firmly carried it on his back.
The two came to the Half-top Hut. When Huang and Lu saw them, they wanted to stand up and greet them, but Yan Shiyi waved his hand to stop them. "Drink."
The four sat down. Huang Shaoyu filled Yan Shiyi's cup first. "Everything about this Half-top Hut is good, but there are no private rooms."
The four sat in the corner. Because it was lunchtime, the wine shop was very lively, and it was full of Jianghu people talking loudly.
Yan Shiyi picked up the bowl and took a sip. He savored the taste in his mouth and immediately smiled. "The old guy's craft is still good. Chaoyang can't compare."
Lu Bai Chuan said, "Mister Second's strength is not in brewing wine."
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