"Why didn't you eat when you got up last night?" Pei Xiaoqing asked with a smile as she walked.

"It's just Brother An, you keep my mouth full of my mouth. Since I ate the dishes you cooked yesterday, I can't eat the food at home. Don't let me down, go and do it quickly."

Pei Xiaoqing raised her eyes again and saw that there were many guests who had just arrived on Feng Mingxuan's tower, looking at her, and they were all those who had eaten the dishes she cooked the day before yesterday. Pei Xiaoqing felt a little proud in her heart. It seems that modern cooking skills can really make a lot of money.

He brought five apprentices into the kitchen. Pei Xiaoqing explained while cooking. She was good-looking and handsome. In addition, her voice was gentle and friendly. Several men went from disbelief and disdain to admiration later, and then studied hard later, and sincerely called her Master's name, of course she was convinced by the young man.

Pei Xiaoqing cooked a dish, and Fatty Jin was eating a plate outside. The spectators wanted to pay, so Fatty Jin offered the price: "If you want An Dong's family, you have to double the price to eat. If it is made by her apprentice, the original price is good. You can do it yourself, I won't force it to sell it."

Naturally, everyone was willing to cook the dishes since Pei Xiaoqing kissed her. After a day, Pei Xiaoqing kept moving in the kitchen. She didn't say anything about her throat and tongue, and she was so tired that she didn't want to move her hands and feet.

The next day, Fatty Kim San did not let her continue to cook, but said, "They didn't learn it yesterday, so let them practice first. My father wants to see you, so you can go with me."

Pei Xiaoqing was about to come to visit the master of the Jin family. After all, people trusted themselves in a mysterious way and it was also appropriate to see elders.

Fatty Jin's family lives in the east end of Zhen, not far from the Yuan family. When Fatty Jin entered the door, he saw an old man with a rosy and thin face standing at the door. He looked very ordinary, but it was wrong. He was wearing a shopkeeper's clothes. Pei Xiaoqing didn't care and just thought it was a servant of the Jin family.

As a result, Fatty Jin stepped forward and bowed: "Dad, why are you here to welcome outside? The weather is very cold these February, and your body is not very good."

"What are you talking about? I'm so healthy. I'm even hitting a wild boar before." The thin old man hit Fatty Jin with a cigarette pole and stared at Pei Xiaoqing with a smile.

Dizzy, this old man watched the wind blow and would rise with the wind. How could he still hunt?

Could it be that he is also a martial arts master who is hidden in his heart?

In ancient times, there were too many such impossible things, and Pei Xiaoqing was a little used to it.

However, Fatty Jin dressed in an arrogant manner, but his father was very simple, and Pei Xiaoqing almost thought he was a servant.

He hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Please pay tribute to the old man."

The thin old man hurriedly took a step back and bowed, "Young master, Zhezha is a small one, the young one dare not accept this gift from you."

Young Master? Pei Xiaoqing's brain circuit is a little uncomfortable. This name sounds a bit familiar. Someone has called it before, but... Isn't that what the second shopkeeper of Qilintang called her that?

"Old man..." Pei Xiaoqing was a little unsure.

"Young master, don't doubt it. Please sit in the room, and Rong Xiaodi will tell you slowly." The thin old man said with a smile.

The old man did not lead Pei Xiaoqing to the flower hall, but into the study. As soon as he entered the study, he lifted his robe and knelt down. Fatty Jin was stunned and did not react. The thin old man knocked a cigarette pole into his knee bend. Fatty Jin knelt down like a broken jade:
Chapter completed!