diskusbooks Chapter 54 Pheasant, Miss Cousin
Chapter 54 Pheasant, Miss Cousin
Upon hearing the name 'Tang Minzhi,' Su Mowan's eyes immediately turned to the man in the blue robe.
The man in the blue robe was also looking at her.
Su Mowan blinked.
Isn't this the young master of the Minister of Personnel's family who was mistakenly beaten by the Seventh Princess?
Tang Minzhi originally wanted to reason with the restaurant owner, but when he turned his head, he saw the restaurant owner staring at him intently.
His face immediately turned slightly red.
“This, this young lady, my surname is Tang. I really didn’t mean to cause trouble; I was the one who arrived first.”
Su Mowan's hairstyle was not that of a married woman.
She felt very comfortable when Tang Minzhi called her "Miss" and immediately said, "Don't worry, Young Master Tang, although my restaurant is not big, it still has rules."
Then, she turned to Manager Qian and asked him with her eyes, and Manager Qian returned the look very discreetly.
Su Mowan received the message and smiled, "Since Young Master Tang arrived first, it is only right that we send Young Master Tang a dish of 'Fish Leaping Over the Dragon Gate' to him. Manager Qian, please instruct the kitchen to send Young Master Tang another dish of 'Fish Leaping Over the Dragon Gate'."
Manager Qian acknowledged and withdrew.
Seeing that she had spoken up, Tang Minzhi immediately smiled modestly and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Miss."
The young men around him relaxed and sat down.
His Highness Prince Jin was not satisfied.
He immediately furrowed his brows and said to Su Mowan, "Hey! Is this your way of settling a personal score? Although we have some disagreements, you can't side with this pretty boy!"
Tang Minzhi, the "pretty boy," still wore a smile.
Su Mowan returned Tang Minzhi's smile: "Please enjoy your meal, Mr. Tang. Excuse me for a moment."
After saying that, she grabbed Murong Xuan and dragged him outside.
Murong Xuan stared wide-eyed, repeatedly shouting "Let go!"
He struggled a few times but couldn't break free. Only when they were in another private room did Su Mowan release him.
"Your Highness Prince Jin, it's not easy for me to run a restaurant, and I have to support my family. Could you please be more lenient and stop causing trouble?"
Upon hearing the words "to make a living," Yinshuang couldn't help but wonder if the prince had fallen so low that he needed Consort Su to support him.
The same four words, "to make a living," sounded different to Murong Xuan.
He glanced at her sideways and said in surprise, "How could a woman like you possibly get married? What unlucky man is so blind!"
Yinshuang's eyes flickered.
Should we go back and report what His Highness Prince Jin said to the Prince...?
Su Mowan didn't care about his deliberate mockery at all. She said generously, "Alright, Your Highness Prince Jin, please order whatever you want to eat. This meal is on me."
After saying this, Su Mowan turned to leave.
Prince Jin reacted quickly and grabbed her sleeve.
He glared at him unhappily: "Who wants your charity! Do you think I can't afford these two coins? It's not easy having a man who lives off a woman in the family, so take them back and use them to make a living!"
As he spoke, he tossed out a gold ingot.
Su Mowan reached out and scooped it up firmly in her hand.
She weighed it in her hand and smiled, "Since Your Highness has gone to such lengths, then we won't stand on ceremony. Waiter, please serve His Highness the dishes."
Su Mowan stepped out of the private room with a gold ingot in her pocket, not noticing the strange expression on Yinshuang's face as she followed behind.
His Highness Prince Jin said that Your Highness is a gigolo. How should I convey this to Your Highness...?
In the private room behind them, several of Prince Jin's cronies took their seats. One of them asked curiously, "Your Highness, how did you get to know the owner of this restaurant?"
His Highness Prince Jin said irritably, "In the Wan Hua Lou!"
"The brothel of ten thousand flowers?!"
The young men stared wide-eyed.
Someone gave a thumbs up: "No wonder he's doing great things; these days even women are going to brothels!"
Another young master looked at her with sympathy: "She actually goes to brothels, that's impressive? I wonder if her gigolo knows about it."
Qin Wangfu.
His Highness the Prince of Qin suddenly sneezed in the study.
He put down the wolf-hair brush in his hand, frowned, and said to Feng Yue outside, "Go and see if Consort Su has returned. If she hasn't, send someone to the restaurant to check."
This side of the restaurant.
In another private room separated by two walls, Tang Minzhi was being teased by several friends until her face was flushed.
The son of the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel said with ill intent, "Minzhi, the restaurant owner sided with us without saying a word. Does he have a crush on you?"
Tang Minzhi's face felt a little hot.
He rebuked her with a stern face, "Don't talk nonsense and ruin that girl's reputation!"
"Oh my! Minzhi, it's rare to see you so lovestruck. I think it's not that the girl has feelings for you, but that you have feelings for her, right?"
Another young man gave him a suggestive wink.
Another young master laughed, "That's right, when that girl left just now, didn't you all see that Minzhi's soul almost left with her?"
The group immediately burst into laughter.
"Minzhi, don't be shy. This restaurant isn't going anywhere. We can just come a few more times, get to know it, and eventually... oops, I mean, when you become the 'boss' of the restaurant, you can't accept money from us brothers!"
Seeing that the group was talking in a way that was getting increasingly absurd, Tang Minzhi became embarrassed and angry: "If you keep talking nonsense, we're leaving! I'm not treating you to this meal!"
The others, sensing his embarrassment, quickly said, "Not treating? You're kidding! This is just one dish, and it would take me a month to save up for it. Minzhi rarely treats, so please don't be shy, haha!"
As for Su Mowan, she left the private room and went downstairs.
Seeing that the shopkeeper was busy at the counter, those who had been craning their necks to listen to the commotion in the lobby had already ordered their food and started eating, and those who had been watching the excitement outside had mostly dispersed.
After pondering for a moment, Su Mowan remembered that she needed to teach Manager Qian how to write in simplified characters, so she went over to him.
When Manager Qian saw her coming, he immediately put down the calligraphy brush he was holding.
He cupped his hands to Su Mowan and said, "Thanks to Consort Su, everything that just happened was a great help. Otherwise, I don't know what kind of mess it would have become."
"Don't worry."
Su Mowan smiled.
She said gently, "Just let me know if anything like this happens again. Also, I've noticed there are a lot of customers lately, and you seem to be having some trouble keeping track of the accounts. I have a new bookkeeping method here; I wonder if Manager Qian would like to learn it sometime?"
Manager Qian was taken aback at first, then his eyes lit up.
"Of course I want to learn! I'll come over after I've finished this busy hour or two, and I humbly request Consort Su's guidance!"
Although the situation at the clothing store was stable, Su Mowan still decided to go and take a look, since she had nothing to do when she returned to the mansion anyway.
Since the clothing store moved to Zhuque Street, business has gradually improved, and with the launch of new clothing models, it is currently the most profitable of the three stores.
It's often said that women's money is easy to earn, and it's certainly true.
As soon as I arrived outside the clothing store, I heard people arguing inside.
Su Mowan frowned.
Are there other people fighting over it here too?
Before she could even step inside, she heard a hurried shout from within.
"Lu Qingtong, do you have any sense of reason?! Don't think I won't fight you!"
The voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't quite place it.
Another voice scoffed, saying disdainfully, "What kind of country bumpkin thinks she's a phoenix?"
The vaguely familiar voice suddenly flew into a rage.
"Who are you calling a 'chicken'! I am a young lady from the General's Mansion!"