Republic of China Designer [Transmigration Book]

Jiang Kuan was taken aback, realizing that he had made a slip of the tongue.

Jiang Ji is a time-honored silk and satin shop, and enjoys a high reputation in the field of Chinese clothing. Now that Jiang Kuan is Jiang Ji's Shaodong, ridiculing Chinese clothing like this is tantamount to self-defeating.

Seeing that the problem of picking clothes didn't work, Jiang Kuan set his sights on Xia Jinting's new western hat.

"This hat is too ugly, it's pitch black, and you're the only one who can wear it."

There are many colors and styles of foreign hats nowadays, and the black bowler hat Xia Jinting picked is one of the timeless classics.

Xia Jinting was dumbfounded by Jiang Kuanshi's behavior of finding fault.

He frowned lightly, hesitant to speak.

Seeing his embarrassment, Jiang Kuan thought he had finally caught his sore foot, so he was even more merciless when he picked up the hat.

A good bowler hat degraded to nothing.

Xia Jinting suppressed his smile, fingered the brim of the hat, and muttered in a low voice: "But I bought this hat at Jiangji."

Although his voice was soft, Jiang Kuan heard it like thunder in a quiet night.

"What?!" Jiang Kuanru asked after being struck by lightning, "Didn't you say it earlier?"

This sentence was louder, and it was very clear in the quiet western restaurant. Jiang Kuan couldn't hold back for a while, and he didn't know how much the words just now were heard.

Different from Jiang Kuan's rush to get angry, Xia Jinting understands the essence of stopping with stillness.

He slowly stirred the small silver spoon, and sighed faintly: "I understand, Young Master Jiang doesn't like my body today anyway." There was a bit of loss of interest in his words.

Jiang Kuan was trying to find fault on purpose, but now that Xia Jinting has spread all his thoughts, he doesn't know how to respond.

The two were thinking about each other and sat silently facing each other.

When the lips and tongue are idle, the eyeballs inevitably become more lively, and Xia Jinting's gaze inevitably bumps into the folds of Jiang Kuan's shirt.

For someone like Xia Jinting who pays attention to details, there are so many flaws dangling in front of his eyes, which makes him feel uncomfortable.

He couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Jiang Kuan asked stiffly.

"I laugh that this suit is good, but it's also attractive." Xia Jinting's eyes lingered on Jiang Kuan's shoulder blades, "Jiang Shao's suit is the best, but it's a little too big."

Especially, compared to that person.

For some reason, Xia Jinting thought of the man in the navy blue suit again.

That man was born with a hanger, with a beautiful figure wrapped under a crisp suit, unlike Jiang Kuan, whose baggy suit was loosely attached to his body, which didn't fit him very well.

Jiang Kuan thought highly of himself, and it was the first time someone questioned his taste openly, which made him very angry.

He slammed the fork on the plate and shouted, "What do you know?!"

This time there was quite a commotion, and the diners in the restaurant all followed the prestige and discussed in low voices.

Jiang Kuan blushed, stood up without saying a word, and strode away under the gaze of everyone.

He walked too fast and in a hurry, bumped into someone suddenly, and half of his body went numb.

"Who is so short-sighted..." Jiang Kuan held back his anger and had nowhere to vent his anger. His whole body was like a firecracker on fire, and whoever was caught would be bombed.

But only halfway through the fire, he stopped.

The man in front of him just got up from his seat, but just stood there, like a pine and a cypress, with a strong aura.Especially a pair of deep and cold eyes, which made Jiang Kuan's back feel cold.

He subconsciously took two steps back, looking warily at the man's waist.

The man wore a navy blue suit and looked like a refined gentleman.

But Jiang Kuan knew that the man carried a gun with him and hid it in his waist. It was so hard that it hurt his life.

The arrogant young master of the Jiang family was cowed in front of the barrel of a gun.He restrained his temper, lowered his head, didn't dare to say anything more, and left in a hurry.

"Oh, I ordered so much, I'm going to leave first, I'm afraid I don't have enough money to pay the bill." A sigh fell into Gu Que's ears.

Gu Que looked towards the booth behind him, only seeing a straight back and a snow-white neck hidden in the collar of the gown.

After just a brief glance, Gu Que guessed the general idea.

Half of the meal was eaten, the person who ordered the dishes ran away, and the one who was left was cash-strapped and didn't know how the table full of dishes would end.

Just as he was thinking, the waiter hurried over and said respectfully, "Mr. Gu, the old lady is here."

Gu Que nodded and walked out of the store.

An all-black car was parked outside the door, and the silver-haired Mrs. Jiang got out of the car.

Although she is old, she is very well dressed. She is wearing a simple and elegant high-necked burnt-flower silk cheongsam with an orchid-patterned shawl, which is dignified and dignified.

The waiter just wanted to step forward to help, but the old lady shook her head.

She leaned on crutches, her back was still straight, and she maintained the good posture she had cultivated in her youth. Only when she saw her grandson, a kind smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

"Grandmother is well." Gu Que took the initiative to say hello, "Since you want to eat green balls, let me take them home. Why bother you to go there yourself." Mrs. Jiang said with a smile: "It's okay, today The weather is good, I just went out for a walk, so I don't have to be bored in the house all day."

The manager of the restaurant was shrewd. He personally took a plate of Aixiang Qingtuan and handed it to the old lady.

"Old lady, this is the freshly baked green ball, try it, does it taste like this?"

The turquoise dumpling was wrapped in oiled paper, with a seductive oily sheen on the surface, which made people move their index fingers.

Mrs. Jiang took a sip, her eyes lit up, and she said pleasantly: "It's the taste, I haven't tasted it for many years, but there is a new chef from Fengcheng in the store?"

The manager smiled and shook his head: "That's not true. The master in charge of the spoon was reminded by the gentleman at booth number two that he remembered that this authentic Fengcheng Youth League needs to be mixed with some crystal lard in the sesame and white sugar stuffing."

Hearing this, Gu Que looked towards booth No. [-].

It's him? !

Gu Que remembered that dignified back and that white neck.

Seeing that Xia Jinting was still sitting on the seat, Gu Que frowned when he thought of how he was worried about money just now.

Just as Gu Que thought, Xia Jinting did encounter a problem.

The Xia family is going from bad to worse now, the original owner didn't have much cash in his hands, and today the Xia family's stepmother just gave some bits and pieces of money for the sake of a blind date.

On the way here, Xia Jinting bought a hat and had little money left.

If it was normal to eat and drink, it would be fine to share with Jiang Kuan separately, but in order to show off, Jiang Kuan ordered so much food in a fit of anger, and now he left Xia Jinting and ran away.

The money on Xia Jinting's body is not enough.

He just made a rough count, and the difference is not small. Right now, the only way is mortgage credit.

But he was all in one piece, except for a bowler hat, and he had nothing of value.

Xia Jinting sighed softly, and made up his mind to put on a face and beg the manager.

He clenched his hands tightly, with a smile on his face, and walked calmly towards the front desk.

The manager just got a compliment from Mrs. Jiang, and he was in a good mood, smiling at everyone, especially Xia Jinting.

Xia Jinting showed doubts on his face, maybe it was his illusion, he always felt that the manager of the restaurant was extraordinarily enthusiastic.

He hesitated for a moment, and said, "Check out."

The manager smiled brightly at him, and his subordinates fiddled with the abacus, and said cheerfully, "Mr. Gu has already paid the bill for you."

"Pay the bill?! Which Mr. Gu?" Xia Jinting was really surprised.Not to mention that he is new here and has not made any friends yet, let alone the original owner, he doesn't know Mr. Gu either.

That's pretty cool, where did Mr. Gu come from?

The consumption level of this western restaurant is not low, and Jiang Kuan is so extravagant, the dishes on that table are not cheap.

How can a stranger who has never met before help him pay the bill?

Xia Jinting was suspicious, but the manager pointed to the outside of the store with a clear face: "Here, it's that Mr. Gu. He just left, maybe he can still see him now."

Xia Jinting quickly chased him out, the shiny black car had just started, and the man in the navy blue suit was sitting in the passenger seat.

It's him? !

Xia Jinting's heart was pounding, and he secretly remembered that his surname was Gu.