"It's nothing. Maybe I'm a little busy these two days and I feel a little uncomfortable. Sister, your shoulders are so warm."

Pei Jinhui's eyes turned red. This sister has always been strong and rarely shows a weak side in front of others. She held Pei Xiaoqing's face with both hands and said, "Silly sister, although my sister's shoulders are not very strong, you are tired, so you can still rely on the strength to rely on. I guarantee that it will not fall to you."

Pei Xiaoqing's body has been much taller in the past six months, but she is a little taller than Pei Jinhui. After hearing this, she tilted her head a little coquettishly into Pei Jinhui's arms, closed her eyes and said, "Well, although there is not enough flesh on her shoulders, she is still doing it."

"It's the fourth sister, you're so good. You think I'm thin. I said, sister, you should eat more, otherwise the wind will make you really afraid you will be blown away."

Pei Jinhui felt relieved when she saw that she was still in the mood to tell a joke.

The depression in the heart seemed to be looser and was not so blocked. Pei Xiaoqing smiled and stood up and said, "Sister, go to the street with me? Let's take a walk?"

"Okay, when you see Tian'er running outside, I don't want to find someone to talk to. It would be great if you accompany me." Pei Jinhui said.

Since Chu Yunyao was burned, he left the town and returned to Datong. The prince's men had already fought with him in Datong. Pei Xiaoqing didn't know how the war was now. However, more and more people poured into the town that was still Ninghe. It is not difficult to see how fierce the battle there would be.

Yuanbao was moving very quickly. The grocery shop next to Feng Mingxuan had already been plated and was doing simple decoration. When Pei Xiaoqing took Pei Jinhui to feel it, Yuanbao crossed his legs and sat at the door watching the servants do things.

Seeing Pei Xiaoqing coming, he hurriedly saluted, "Young master, what are you doing for this shop?"

"Open a restaurant." Pei Xiaoqing said, introducing Pei Jinhui to Yuanbao. Yuanbao looked up and down in his slender eyes, and just nodded slightly, with a cold attitude.

"There is Feng Mingxuan next to you. Are you trying to dig your own foot?" Yuanbao withdrew his gaze and said to Pei Xiaoqing anxiously.

"Can it open tomorrow? Give me a chef to Fengmingxuan and cook a stewed noodles, three big boys a bowl, and go to Fengmingxuan if you want to eat well. You must let the poor have a place to eat." Pei Xiaoqing didn't care about Yuanbao's attitude towards Pei Jinhui. She knew Yuanbao was the same as Yuanrong, and was very arrogant. Although she had never asked Yuanrong if he was from Qilintang, she also understood that even if Yuanbao was not, it would have a strong relationship with Qilintang.

"Only cook stewed noodles, young master, are you kidding? How can you make money? Only three big boys a bowl?" Yuanbao felt dizzy and wanted to hire Feng Mingxuan's chef. He is the best chef in the country. There are only 30 in the whole Zhou Dynasty. To make stewed noodles with three big boys a bowl? It's too wasteful.

"Yuanbao, if the prince and Ning Wang fight for three or four months, what would you think the business of Fengminglou would be?" Pei Xiaoqing looked at Yuanbao with a little regret.

"It must be closed and Zhang, and the war is in chaos. Who has the time to have a meal in the restaurant?" Yuanbao said sadly.
Chapter completed!