Half-Tried Deity-Chapter 138.1: Fang Zhijin (Part 1)
After the Fang Family’s sedan stopped outside the restaurant, the sedan bearer pressed down the sedan, and a little servant wearing emerald green silk embroidered satin short coat produced by the Fang Family came over to the sedan door and whispered, “Miss, we are here.”
“Yeah.” It was just a short response, but the voice was soft and gentle. Just listening to the voice made people feel that Miss Fang must be a beauty.
“Is that Miss Fang?” In the hall, the diners whispered.
“Definitely, look at the servant next to her. She looks more beautiful than the top card in Hua Hong Lou. Who else has such a big card except Miss Fang.” Another person said very positively.
Although his words were a bit vulgar, it was true. Although the servant was only sixteen or seventeen, her appearance was one of the best in this city.
The little girl’s ears moved, her little face wrinkled unhappily. Although the whispers were from a distance, she could still hear them which showed that her skill was not weak.
Fang Zhijin walked out of the sedan, turned hER head and glanced at the restaurant on her left, and then at the plaque hanging on the second floor of the restaurant, on which was written two flamboyant – Huan Ju.
She came for these two words.
Fang Zhijin walked into the restaurant, and the big shopkeeper who had been standing behind the counter greeted her personally. He was a person who had seen the world and had worked as a shopkeeper in this city for several years. He was the number one in this line. If it weren’t for the owner of Huan Ju who had spent a lot of money, he would not have gone to a newly opened restaurant to be a shopkeeper.
“Miss Fang, nice to see you.”
“Wine shopkeeper, why are you here?” Fang Zhijin also knew the shopkeeper. Originally, this wine shopkeeper was the big shopkeeper of the largest restaurant in Jinxiu City, but he was kicked out for offending the owner, but he was a good person eventually. However, after the incident, not only was he not depressed by it, but many people still wanted to hire him.
“The boss appreciates me, so I’m just here for my ricebowl.” The wine shopkeeper laughed, “Miss Fang, are you here for a meal, or is there something else?” The wine shopkeeper was a genius, he didn’t believe that Miss Fang, someone who could have much better meals at home, would be interested in what a simple restaurant could provide her.
“I want to ask, who wrote the words on your restaurant plaque?”
“This…” The wine shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, totally not expecting Fang Zhijin to ask this, “I won’t hide it from you, Miss, I really don’t know who wrote the plaque, the boss sent it over.”
“Oh? Is the boss around,, can I see him?” Fang Zhijin’s eyes lit up, a hint of surprise flashed across her small face.
“The… the boss is here, but…” The wine shopkeeper glanced upstairs. The boss seemed to have a good temper, but last time a young man rushed in without knocking on the door and was thrown down, almost breaking his legs. When the boss ate, he would not like to be disturbed. Even if he was the shopkeeper, he dared not bother his boss casually. However, the wine shopkeeper still found it strange, why that waiter rolled down from the second floor, but only suffered body aches for a few days, without any injuries.
“It’s okay, I can wait.” Fang Zhijin didn’t have a short temper, she had a gentle personality.
“Alright, please follow me to the room upstairs, Miss Fang, I will tell you when the boss comes out in a while.” The wine shopkeeper took Fang Zhijin to a room upstairs, and ordered a few plates of exquisite desserts, then he left a maid to serve her before leaving the room.
Qi Huan and Mo Ye stayed in the private room for one afternoon. Qi Huan was really a deity, no matter how much she ate, she wouldn’t stop eating until the meat on the two tables was cleaned. Then she pulled Mo Ye’s white sleeves and wiped her mouth vigorously.
Mo Ye raised his eyebrows, unmoved by Qi Huan’s provocative actions.
Qi Huan wanted to slap him when she saw his forced smile. Initially, this meal could be done within one or two hours, but halfway through the meal, she asked him again, “You don’t want to eat?” As a result, she was pushed on to the coffee table, and gnawed away by him, leaving no scums at all.
“Are you full? Do you want to eat more?”
“Hmph, I don’t want to eat anymore, I’m in a bad mood.” Qi Huan glared at Mo Ye with a vicious look, patted the table and stood up, then sat down softly.
She had done excessive exercise so her legs were still weak.
