Full-time girlfriend: Why would you work when I am here?

After they changed their clothes, someone came to help them dress up.

Song Pingqing and Murong Xue sat side by side in front of the mirror.

Of course Murong Xue could sit still.

But Song Pingqing can't do that.

Song Pingqing had just re-dyed the wolf's tail white two days ago, and he hasn't recovered yet.

Murong Xue made a “tsk” sound.

Song Pingqing immediately became obedient.

"My head feels so heavy." Song Pingqing still felt somewhat resistant.

Murong Xue directly asked the makeup artist: "Change her to a lighter one."

They spent money.

They dressed up quickly, each with their own style, but they looked quite harmonious standing together.

Murong Xue had a few artificial flowers pinned on her hair accessories. They were not expensive, but very small and delicate, making her look even more charming and lovely.

Yes, she is charming and pretty, provided that one ignores the cold expression on that delicate face.

Although Song Pingqing was a little restless when she was getting dressed up, she looked much more stable after the make-up. Song Pingqing thought the original imitation kingfisher feather decoration was too heavy, so the makeup artist simply pinned some light silk flowers on it.

Look at the colorful flowers without tiring your neck.

Song Pingqing glanced at the time: "It's already eleven o'clock, there's still some time before dinner."

"Well, it's a cultural experience. Now that I'm dressed up, of course I have to take pictures."

Several makeup artists dressed as palace maids tied cloaks on the two of them and placed a rabbit fur sleeve with a built-in hot water bag in each of their hands.

It suddenly looked more like winter.

"Let's go, let's take some pictures first." Murong Xue walked out first.

The waiter was about to bring the flower-pot shoes over, but Song Pingqing stopped him:

"It's inconvenient not to wear this."

It snowed in Beijing a few days ago, and the snow hasn't melted yet. That thing must be very unsafe.

The waiter looked at Murong Xue, and after the latter nodded, he went to prepare other shoes.

Finally, he brought two pairs of boots from the Laojing cloth shoe brand.

Okay, it doesn't match the clothes at all, but it looks more harmonious than the black leather boots they wore when they came.

"Come on, come on, get a little closer—" the photographer instructed, "Okay—get a little closer—"

"Little cutie, smile, don't look so stern—"

If it wasn't for the fact that this photographer was very good at teaching them how to pose, Murong Xue would never allow anyone to call her "cute".

Song Pingqing noticed Murong Xue's little emotion and refused to let it go. He leaned close to Murong Xue's ear and said, "Little cutie? Why are you shy, little cutie?"

Murong Xue's ears turned red and she raised her hand to slap Song Pingqing.

Song Pingqing twisted his body and tried to dodge to the side, but the hand hit him on the back.

How could the photographer miss such a good opportunity? He raised his camera and took a series of shots.

The boss said that as long as today's photos can be taken intimately enough, he will get an extra bonus of 2,000 yuan!

That’s two thousand dollars!!!

How much does he earn a day?

The photographer looked at the finished photos in the camera and smiled like an aunt.

Hey, how is flirting not considered intimate?

Look at this photo, how natural it is.

Many young couples taking wedding photos are not so natural.

After putting on makeup and dressing up, and taking photos, Song Pingqing waited until half past twelve before finally sitting down at the dining table.

The little food she had eaten in the morning had long been digested. Now, let alone the food cooked by the inheritor of the imperial chef, even if she was asked to squat on the roadside to eat roujiamo, Song Pingqing would eat three or four in a row.

Song Pingqing stared at the palace maids and waitresses coming and going, wondering why the menu had not been served yet.

Murong Xue noticed her unbearable look, picked up the tea and took a sip: "This restaurant doesn't have a menu."

"Isn't it that everything depends on the cook's mood?"

So what’s the difference between this and no-menu cuisine?

"No, it's about seeing which ingredients are the best among those shipped in every day, and then seeing what those ingredients are suitable for."

While Murong Xue was speaking, the little palace maid finally brought up two gold-embossed slips.

The dishes used today, their origins and cooking methods are marked on it.

This is the name of the dish...Song Pingqing has never heard of it.

She thought it would be some classic boiled cabbage.

While he was staring at the list and thinking, Murong Xue had already signed another list and handed over the black card.

"How much does this meal cost?" Song Pingqing asked casually.

This has to be per capita, right?

Murong Xue replied without blinking: "One hundred and eighty-eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight."

This is why Song Pingqing is not drinking water at this moment.

If she was drinking water, it would have sprayed out by now.

For a moment, Song Pingqing fell into thought: Otherwise, don’t bring Xiuxiu here.

If there is only one person in this world who can empathize with Song Pingqing's consumption concept, it must be Xiuxiu.

After lunch, Xiao Xiuxiu went back to her room and took out her cell phone, and saw that her dear nanny had sent her a message.

"One hundred and eighty-eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight!!!"

The six bright big exclamation marks fully expressed the sender's shock.

Xiao Xiuxiu subconsciously did some reading comprehension and replied, "What is so expensive? The plane ticket to school?"

"No, it's today's lunch for two people." Song Pingqing replied immediately.

Xiao Xiuxiu was petrified, and only reacted with a cry when the cell phone hit her instep.

Ignoring the bruise on her instep, Xiao Xiuxiu picked up her phone and replied with six big, glaring question marks, then added, "Did you go eat gold?"

"I went to Ningke and bought 180,000 gold!"

Song Pingqing: I will never dare to make a wish to Murong Xue again.

What’s the difference between this and making a wish to the God of Wealth?

"I should have asked after dinner." Song Pingqing picked up a piece of shiny cabbage, looked at it carefully and sighed, "Now all I can think about is how many hundreds of dollars this bite will cost."

"Promising." Murong Xue behaved elegantly and continued to eat slowly. "If you like it, you can come back next time. It's not like we eat here every day."

Seeing Song Pingqing's painful expression, Murongxue picked up the tissue on the table, wiped her lips and asked, "Do you think it's expensive if someone spends half a day's salary on a meal?"

"Not counting."

"You earn over 1 billion yuan a year, and this meal is only half a day's salary. Can it be considered expensive?"

...Are you playing with the Engel coefficient here?

Song Pingqing had a wooden face. For the first time, he had a new measure of his ability to make money.

"So enjoy your life."

Murong Xue picked up the chopsticks and continued eating, her mind filled with the photos the photographer had just shown her.

Thinking of those intimate and harmonious photos, Murong Xue's mood was very good. The money spent today was very worthwhile.

The photographer didn't know at the time, but her bonus doubled while she was having lunch.

Murong Xue: Money should be rewarded to smart people.