Chapter 285 Miss Xiao and Mr. Lu
Hearing the sneers from the box next door, Eleven's face suddenly darkened.
He wanted to step forward to question, but Twelve held his hand.
"Twelve, let go." Eleven said in a low voice with a bad expression.
"Brother, let's go, let's go, don't waste any time talking to those people."
Twelve took the person and was about to go out.
Even though they all have official positions now, in a place where a courtier can be killed by just throwing a stone, it is better to cause less trouble.
"Miss Xiao is wrong." A male voice sounded, with a touch of alienation in his tone.
"Master Lu!" The female voice sounded a little embarrassed, as if she was afraid that the so-called Master Lu would be dissatisfied with her, and then explained: "My father said that this hot pot came from the palace, and they were only a few years old. You are a fool, just saying that this hot pot is not delicious, if word spreads, it will be disrespectful to the one in the palace."
Miss Xiao's face was flushed because she was anxious, and she looked at the boy opposite with some shame and admiration in her eyes.
My father finally got Mr. Lu to accompany him on this trip.
Never let him be dissatisfied with himself just because of these little things.
"It's just that people's tastes are different." The man known as Mr. Lu just smiled at Miss Xiao and didn't say much.
Shen Wenchen outside the door thought for a moment after listening to their words.
Then he glanced at the red soup base in the box just now.
Did this hot pot come from the palace?
Shen Wenchen probably had a guess about the somewhat familiar voice.
With such a similar voice and the same surname as Lu, there might be no one else besides him.
"Let's go, take us for a walk." Shen Wenchen patted Eleven on the shoulder and told him not to be impulsive.
Shen Wenchen opened his mouth, and then Eleven snorted coldly towards the door of the private room. After paying the bill, he walked away with them with an angry face.
This meal cost four taels and five cents.
Thinking of the smell just now, Shen Wenchen shook his head.
"This food doesn't taste good. Next time I have a chance, I'll ask your sister-in-law to make it for you."
Eleven and Twelve looked at each other, a little surprised. Could it be that the new sister-in-law relied on her good cooking skills to make Brother Shen fall in love with her?
"Didn't the people there say that this hot pot came from the palace? New, new sister-in-law, can you?"
Twelve smiled.
Knowing that they had misunderstood, Shen Wenchen did not explain, but said with a proud look on his face: "Your sister-in-law is naturally the best."
Although the two young men felt strange, they didn't say much and just took Shen Wenchen to go shopping in Kyoto's famous food street.
Fengyun, who was in the private room, was dressed in rich clothes, and he was no longer as depressed as when he first arrived.
The young man is now less than ten years old. His face is like a crown jewel, and the corners of his mouth are always slightly curved. He looks cold and distant but not annoying.
Even though there was a smile on his face, Lu Fengyun's eyebrows still wrinkled slightly as he watched Miss Xiao timidly picking up food for herself.
What kind of hot pot is this?
Even if he makes soup with chili peppers, the bottom of the pot will be more fragrant than this!
Hot pot with this taste would be disgusted even if it was placed in my university cafeteria!
"Mr. Lu, please eat more." Miss Xiao is now in her late teens, and she knows in her heart that her father asked the two of them to come out today because she has taken a liking to him.
Although Lu Fengyun's life experience was somewhat inferior, he was knowledgeable and handsome, so she was willing to marry him.
Thinking of this, Miss Xiao's face turned strangely red again.
Seeing her like this, Lu Fengyun's throat tightened and his hands holding the chopsticks tightened.
Blame him for being careless.
He shouldn't believe Mr. Xiao's words. As long as he doesn't come out, he won't be entangled with Miss Xiao.
In the end, Shen Wenchen and the others didn't go to any restaurants, and randomly picked a familiar food stall to sit down and eat.
"Auntie, here are three bowls of wontons and some sesame seed cakes." Eleven ordered something and asked Twelve and Shen Wenchen to sit down.
"Okay, are three sesame cakes enough?" The lady asked with a smile as she recognized Shiyi as a regular customer.
"Six sesame seed cakes, they need to be hot."
After saying that, Eleven turned to look at Twelve and Shen Wenchen: "My wife's wontons are delicious, and the sesame cakes are also fragrant! You all can try them later!"
Eleven said cheerfully.
"Okay." Twelve was also hungry and pouted when he thought of the hot pot he had just eaten.
It's really a loss for four taels and five cents to have such a taste.
The aunt acted quickly and brought three bowls of wontons over in a short while.
The portion of the wontons is generous, as big as a big ocean bowl, and the steaming heat makes the gluttons in your stomach react.
"Eat, eat, this is good!" Eleven said happily, Twelve took the chopsticks he handed over with a smile, and Shen Wenchen saw something was wrong.
The lady was busy making wontons, and the person standing beside her was just a little girl?
The girl was wearing a beige sarong, her sleeves were slightly rolled up, and she was helping to knead the dough.
"How are these wontons? Are they delicious?" Eleven looked at Twelve and took a bite before leaning over and asking.
Twelve looked at Eleven and nodded: "It's delicious."
He said it was delicious, but Twelve felt strange in his heart.
The wontons tasted just like that when he ate them, so why did Eleven like them so much?
Shen Wenchen also took a bite, but didn't say whether it was delicious or not. Eleven became a little anxious.
"Brother Shen, how are you doing? Is it delicious?"
"I think your heart is not for the wontons, but for the girl, right?" Shen Wenchen suppressed a smile and kept his voice low.
Just now on the way Twelve said they were going to eat noodles, and Eleven yelled that he would take them to a food stall he was familiar with.
This place was in two directions from the martial arts training ground where he stayed every day, and it was far away from his mansion. Why did he come here to eat every day?
Since he just sat down, he has been looking at the girl from time to time. This is too obvious.
"Brother Shen!" Eleven was stunned for a moment, wanting to refute but feeling a little embarrassed.
In the end, he just shouted and said nothing more.
Just as Twelve was about to ask if it was true, he saw the girl coming over with six sesame seed cakes.
"Sir, you want the sesame cakes."
The little girl didn't stay long after she finished speaking, and turned back to continue kneading the dough.
Seeing that the girl was gone, Twelve looked at Eleven with wide eyes and asked in a low voice: "Eleven, you don't really like this girl, do you?"
"What do you know, you little kid?" The tips of Eleven's ears turned red, but he refused to tell the truth.
"I'm just one year younger than you." Twelve rolled his eyes and wanted to ask again, but he remembered what happened a few days ago and suddenly became a little hesitant.
"You, you don't want to harm other girls."
"What are you talking about?" Eleven glared at Twelve, feeling a little depressed again.
Shen Wenchen was holding sesame cakes in one hand and chopsticks in the other. Looking at them like this, he knew something was wrong.
"What are you doing? Haven't you married a wife yet? It's great to have a sweetheart."
Now that everyone has an official position, at least they have established a career, and naturally no one will say anything about it when they start a family.
Eleven looked hesitant, but he just shook his head and said nothing.
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