Evil husband dressed as a desolate prince

Cha Jinwu rubbed the teacup in his hand, and tapped the table with his slender fingers boringly, making a "click click" sound.

Bai Jinrong muttered, playing with the chili sauce in his hand, and there were ten delicacies in front of him.

Waiting for no one around, Bai Jinrong tasted the dishes stir-fried with chili sauce early on, and at first he felt that they were fresh and tasted special.Later, I felt that it was more delicious to eat directly with sauce.

Shrimp shells are scattered on the table. As long as the spicy prawns that have become popular recently, he is sure to join them.And only look for the signboard of "Xianghuan". Speaking of which, other imitations do not have this taste.

"Why hasn't he come yet? It can't be... Your face won't work with the magistrate." Bai Jinrong crossed his legs, leaned back on the chair, and looked out the window leisurely.

Cha Jinwu smiled. People who have been among the rich and powerful all year round always have a lazy and luxurious temperament. He laughed at Bai Jinrong's impatience and said firmly, "Even if he doesn't give me face, he always gives me face." My father has a face. Although he is in Ningchang Town, the place is small, but it does not mean that no one is watching him. My father will participate in a memorial, and he will worry about his own head."

Bai Jinrong also felt the same reason, and now he put a small piece of chili sauce in his mouth, and asked inarticulately, "Why...you insist on seeing this farmer, even a farmer is worth seeing in person? What can he do?"

Cha Jinwu shook his head, rolled up his sleeves and poured him a glass of water, and said dotingly, "How can you eat sauce like this."

He went on to say, "Look how long it's been. He has already made the name 'Xianghuan' famous in Ningchang Town. One after another, the products will not make people forget the 'Xianghuan'. It is said that the next One of the foods is Laxiang taro cake. The items sold are completely beyond the imagination of others.”

There was a bit of appreciation in Che Jinwu's eyes, and the corners of his mouth slightly turned up, "The most amazing thing is that this kid has a strategy. He bought up all the chili peppers in Ningchang Town early. Even if others know that the raw material is chili peppers, there is no way. I can only go to him to buy his products."

Bai Jinrong's eyes lit up when he heard it, and he was also curious about what else was going on in this kid's mind.

While talking, Che Yang led Song Jingwen to the box on the second floor of Xianyu Restaurant, this is the exclusive box for Young Master Che.

"Young master, they're here." After finishing speaking, Che Yang retreated behind Che Jinwu in a well-mannered manner.

Song Jingwen's body was straight, and he had unconsciously brought on the habits of his previous life, and he didn't have the servile posture of muddy legs in his bones.

When he raised his eyes, he saw two young men. Coincidentally, they were the two sons who met once.

"Sit." Cha Jinwu closed the folding fan, signaling Song Jingwen not to be restrained.

Song Jingwen sat across from him without hesitation, and first came up to thank him, "Thank you, Young Master Che, for your rescue. Is there anything I can do for you?"

Che Jinwu closed the folding fan with a "snap", secretly laughing that this kid is a fox.He pushed the chili sauce slowly, just staring at him without saying a word.

Song Jingwen's back tightened, and he raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's the meaning of this, Eldest Young Master?"

Cha Jinwu's tone was neither distant nor close, and his clear voice was like a trickle in the mountains, giving people an illusion of tranquility and gentleness, "This chili sauce can't make the taste of spicy shrimp."

Song Jingwen immediately understood that this was also for his recipe, but Cha Jinwu was kind to the Song family and indirectly paid 50 taels of compensation for the Song family, so it's okay to give this recipe to him.

But rather than a recipe, Song Jingwen thinks more about how to make friends with each other so that he can hold on to this golden thigh.

Song Jingwen put on a heartbroken expression, but he was actually thinking about it. He had too many snacks in his mind, so he didn't care about this one.

Song Jingwen's Adam's apple twitched, "I can offer the spicy shrimp recipe with both hands, as a thank you gift, and I hope the young master will not dislike it."

When he said this, his voice cut off, and he pointed out, "I can also send you another recipe of sweet and sour shrimp, which has not been published yet."

Che Jinwu looked at him half-consciously, finding it interesting, and said along with him, "What conditions do you have? Our Chefu is not short of such a small amount of money."

Song Jingwen choked, thinking: Of course I know you are not short of money, you just want me to work for you.It's beautiful to think about.

Song Jingwen raised the tail of his eyes and said with a smile, "I don't have any requirements, I just hope that Young Master Che will be considerate of the common people and not let corrupt officials cause harm."

Che Jinwu restrained his smile and said with feigned anger, "You really don't know how to live or die. You are going to fight the parents and officials in Ningchang Town! Do you believe that the magistrate can crush you to death with one finger?"

Cha Jinwu's slender eyes looked up and down at the young man in front of him, really daring to think.He said with a cold face, "Besides, why should I help you? I just didn't want me to wait too long before I shot, so I sent someone to rescue you."

Song Jingwen's shoulders and neck were slightly stiff, and his fingers were also subconsciously tightened for a moment, his eyes were mixed with anger and defense.He made a strong mark on the county magistrate, thinking in his heart that he would definitely make him look good in the future.

He raised his eyelids and said lightly, "I believe you don't want someone to block your way of making money."

Cha Jinwu smiled, and he really didn't miss it.The first time I saw this kid, I felt that this person was not something in the pool, and I wanted to take it back for my own use, but now it seems impossible, I can't control him.

Bai Jinrong's eyes widened in a daze, as the two of them were talking, they ran to the magistrate.

Che Jinwu changed his mind and dismissed the original idea, propped his elbows on the table and propped his chin, and said casually, "It's your way of getting money that's in the way, not mine, why should I do anything extra."

Song Jingwen was so angry that his teeth were itchy. Businessmen just like to go around and talk about it, and they can do it better than him. He looked directly into Cha Jinwu's eyes and said, "The one who blocks me is the one that blocks you. It is better for everyone to win together. In the future But for all the fresh products from my side, I guarantee that you can get the products earlier than others, and this is not limited to recipes. I will give you another thing, and I will guarantee that it will be more face-lifting, and I will never let you Suffer."

Song Jingwen deliberately kept a sense of mystery, but Cha Jinwu was aroused instead. He didn't intend to embarrass him at first, but now he has an unexpected harvest.He glanced at Che Yang, and Che Yang immediately took out 50 taels of silver.

Che Jinwu clicked on the table, and Che Yang wrote the contract in duplicate, "This is 50 taels of silver, plus the one from Rongfu Restaurant, you will make a lot of money."

When these two new dishes were launched at Xianyu Restaurant, Che Jinwu, the behind-the-scenes boss, was the real winner.Xianyu Restaurant serves high-end food, rich masters prefer to come here to entertain relatives and friends, what they want is face.

Song Jingwen rubbed his nose and didn't pretend to be an honest person. No one knew how much money someone had in the verbal exchange just now.

He put away the money bluntly, and only then did he have time to carefully look at the food on the table.

Seeing this, Bai Jinrong asked for another set of bowls and chopsticks, and asked Xiaoer to serve some more dishes.

Bai Jinrong never interrupted when Cha Jinwu was talking about serious matters. He used to talk nonsense when talking about business, so that Cha Jinwu ignored him for half a month, and he had a long memory.

At this time, after seeing the two of them finished talking, they rushed to Song Jingwen's side, blinked and asked, "What is it, what do you want to give?"

With white and tender cheeks and an uncarved appearance, he looks like the son of a rich family.Song Jingwen spotted the red mole reflected after he wiped his forehead sharply, and moved his butt to the right in fright.

Song Jingwen swallowed the cold food in his mouth, and then opened his mouth with an extremely serious expression.

But the mouth shape was clearly "Guess."

After Song Jingwen finished speaking, he couldn't hold back his face, so he laughed, turned his head and drank with Cha Jinwu as if nothing had happened, "You will know when the time comes, young man, don't worry."

Bai Jinrong pouted, turned his head and kicked off the stool unhappily, and muttered, "Hmph, I don't care to know."

Che Jinwu helplessly pulled Bai Jinrong over and coaxed, "What's so difficult about it, you have nothing to do, follow him and you'll know."

Bai Jinrong really had this plan, half-closed his eyes and looked at Song Jingwen meaningfully, "It's a pity that I gave him food, so I'll go to see Shipo Village. Hmph, you still want to hide it from me."

Song Jingwen couldn't eat anymore, so he turned and ran away.I'm afraid that this brother Bai will follow him back, but this is not clear.

Song Jingwen's eating speed is all practiced, and he can fill his stomach in less than a quarter of an hour.

He wandered to his stall, and the three men were indeed busy.

Song Xingping's rough face was full of smiles, Song Jingwen squeezed in, pulled him past with concern, and said, "Grandpa, why don't you go back and rest. Find a medical clinic and prescribe some tonic. That's fine." Scaring this kind of thing can be big or small, and it can't be sloppy."

Song Xingping pushed Song Jingwen aside, only glanced at him hastily before returning to the stall, "Go and play for a while, Grandpa is busy here."

Well, grandpa is growing old and strong, and he, a good young man, has become a burden instead.

Song Xingping, an old man, was not inferior to young people in his work. He stood between Song Shishan and Song Shihai collecting money with a rosy face. The two sons were on the left and right. One was selling spicy shrimp and the other was selling chili sauce.

Song Xingping counts the money softly, which is much more than what he earns from working in a restaurant.

The large number of people is still due to the resounding signboard of "Xianghuan". People from all over the world will come to Ningchang Town to go to the market, and the location of the Song family's stall has remained unchanged, so it is easy to form a fixed source of customers.

"Let's go, let's go home." Song Xingping had a lot of money in his arms, which were all small copper coins. He was panicking while walking on the road. He patted his chest and said in a low voice, "Go back quickly, I don't even know you little ones The stall can earn so much in a day."

Song Xingping was still regretting losing his job as a chef, but now he really can't wait to come to town every day to set up a stall.

The two brothers Song Shishan and Song Shihai are no strangers to the daily income, Song Shihai clicked his tongue, as if showing off, "Father, there are still costs to be taken out of it, peppers and... well, anyway, there are a lot of them. It’s a chili sauce that’s just ground.”

Song Shishan removed the wooden boards that set up the table, put his head down and put away the wooden basket, and then he had time to say, "Father, we also raised shrimps at home, and those things are always valuable, so don't worry if you are old. My nephew is very powerful now, I don't know how the melon seeds in that little head grow..

Song Xingping snorted proudly, puffed his beard and blew, and said triumphantly, "That's right, my grandson was a child prodigy before, if it wasn't for so many years of delay, now he is appointed to honor his ancestors."

The three of them looked again, and saw that the little child prodigy was having fun holding a basket of ducklings.Seeing someone looking over, he smiled back, waved his hands happily and said, "Grandpa, I bought a basket of ducks."

Song Jingwen smiled like a foolish son of a landlord's family. He only got 50 taels of silver in his hand. Isn't this a small rich man?

The author has something to say: Boss Song’s diary on October 14, 10.5th year of Yuanlong calendar

The eyes of the masses are discerning, and the prince is so arrogant and arrogant.When his wife runs away, he will cry.The same venomous tongue, I speak out of justice, but he is black-bellied.It's dark!