Female Master: The Cold Prince

The workers were busy from morning to night and took turns to eat. No one expected that the store would be so popular on the first day of opening.

Although they were very tired and had backaches at the end of the day, the workers did not complain at all and everyone had a happy smile on their face.

As long as the store does good business, the workers can earn a lot of money themselves.

"Today we have such a good start. Everyone has worked hard. This money is a reward for everyone. I hope that in the days to come, everyone can work together and create more brilliant results like today!"

Mu Nanfeng stood on the steps and spoke passionately, his words were surging and his spirits were high.

The workers' emotions were instantly aroused. They were all full of fighting spirit and energy. They wished the day would not get dark so that they could roll up their sleeves and continue working.

Seeing the workers, who looked exhausted just now, suddenly revived with full energy, as if they had been injected with chicken blood, Luo Qingzhu and others could not help but be stunned.

"Nan Feng is so amazing." Luo Qingzhu admired him sincerely. It would be great if he could be as dazzling as Nan Feng.

Xiahou Jiuyue heard the envy in his words and turned to look at him, "You too, one day you will have your own shining points."

Luo Qingzhu's cheeks flushed slightly, and she nodded vigorously, "Yes."

After the workers dispersed, the people who had been busy all day finally relaxed. To reward everyone, Mu Nanfeng personally offered to cook a sumptuous meal.

Coming to the kitchen, Mu Nanfeng looked at the pile of rich ingredients, thought for a while, and decided to make a hotpot.

Thinking about it, he has never eaten hotpot since he came into this world. I really miss it.

There is no hot pot in this world, and the cooking method is relatively simple.

Xiahou Jiuyue held the sleeping little prince in her arms while talking with Luo Qingyou about the literary customs and cultural current affairs of Fenglin.

Luo Qingyou looked focused, taking notes from time to time.

Luo Qingzhu sat next to Xiahou Jiuyue, listening carefully to their conversation, until she saw the young master in Xiahou Jiuyue's arms showing signs of waking up, and she had to interrupt their conversation.

"Wife, let me take care of Shu'er! You continue chatting with Sister, I'll take Shu'er to the kitchen to take a look."

Xiahou Jiuyue did not refuse and handed the child to him directly.

Luo Qingzhu carefully carried the child away. Looking at the sleeping child, she couldn't tell what she felt in her heart.

At this time in the kitchen, in addition to Mu Nanfeng who was busy, there was also Zhang helping out.

After all, Zhang had been in charge of the family for many years and had first-class cooking skills. With Zhang's help, the two of them quickly prepared a table full of sumptuous hot pot ingredients.

Luo Qingzhu just came over with her child in her arms, and looked at the table full of raw meat and vegetables with confusion in her eyes.

"these are?"

Mu Nanfeng took off his apron and slowly explained how to eat hot pot. "This is called hot pot, a new way of eating food that is freshly caught. Just dip whatever you want into the pot. It's delicious."

Hearing this, Luo Qingzhu suddenly became curious, and looking at Mu Nanfeng's specially made shuangyuan hotpot base, she couldn't help but feel hungry.

Mu Nanfeng also prepared dipping sauces for each person, some light or some mild, and his own was very spicy.

Xiahou Jiuyue and the other person rushed over upon hearing the news, and were stunned when they saw the table full of delicious food.

Xiahou Jiuyue knew about hotpot, but she hadn't eaten it for many years. When she saw it, she felt dazed.

"Hot Pot?"

"Wife, do you know this thing?" Luo Qingzhu was surprised. His wife was indeed knowledgeable.

Xiahou Jiuyue nodded slightly. Thinking back, she was also a hotpot lover and would check in once a week, otherwise she would feel uncomfortable all over.

"I want spicy dipping sauce, too." Except for Mu Nanfeng's bowl, all the dishes on the table were light.

Mu Nanfeng took one look at her and knew he had met a hot friend.

Everyone sat around the round table. Mu Nanfeng took the lead in demonstrating how to eat it to the Luo father and son, while explaining the taste and texture of the red oil base and the clear soup base.

Zhang was weak and couldn't eat spicy food, so she had to choose clear soup base.

Luo Qingyou and her brother watched Xiahou Jiuyue and Mu Nanfeng frantically dipping the red oil in the pot, and couldn't help but want to try it too.

Gradually, apart from the initial discomfort with the spiciness, I slowly fell in love with the spicy and numbing red oil base, and even changed the dipping sauce to spicy one.

The food on the table was quickly wiped out and everyone ate with great relish. Brother and sister Luo Qingzhu fell in love with this way of eating at once.

After the meal, some people still felt a little unsatisfied.

"Nan Feng, this hot pot is so delicious. Can you teach me? I want to learn how to make hot pot from you." Luo Qingzhu's face was full of curiosity.

He just saw that his wife really liked eating hotpot, so he also wanted to learn how to make it himself. When he had time in the future, he would cook for his wife every day.

In response to Luo Qingzhu's humble request, Mu Nanfeng said without hesitation, "Of course."

He also realized that Luo Qingzhu's move was probably for Jiuyue.

The time we spend together is always so short, and in the blink of an eye it is time to say goodbye.

Luo Qingzhu could not spend the night outside and had to return to the Marquis' Mansion that night. When they parted, Zhang held his hand all the time and said a lot of things with tears in her eyes.

"Dad, don't worry. The Marquis and the others have taken good care of me and treated me very well. I will definitely take care of myself and will not let myself be wronged."

Having said that, Zhang was still worried.

The threshold to the Marquis's Mansion is so high, how could Zhu'er not feel wronged if she went there?

Luo Qingyou looked at his father and brother who were reluctant to leave, and couldn't help but step forward to persuade them, "Dad, don't worry, Zhu'er will come back. If you are worried, we can go to the Marquis' Mansion to visit him one day."

Hearing this, Zhang wiped the tears from her face. Even though she was reluctant, she still let go of Luo Qingzhu's hand and let him go back.

Luo Qingzhu stood in front of the carriage and looked at Xiahou Jiuyue reluctantly. "Wife."

I don’t know when we will meet again after we say goodbye today.

Xiahou Jiuyue stepped forward and gently touched his head, saying softly, "Go back. When I'm done with this busy period, I'll go to the Marquis' Mansion to see you."

After getting the assurance, Luo Qingzhu got on the carriage very neatly and lifted the curtain, "I'll wait for you."

Xiahou Jiuyue raised the corners of her lips slightly, "Okay."

After watching Luo Qingzhu leave, Xiahou Jiuyue also left Chenfeng Pavilion.

In the blink of an eye, several days passed, and after experiencing the last turmoil, the court returned to peace.

In Fengyi Palace, Yang Guijun once again felt the urgency of Fengjun's death.

Unlike in the past, this time, Feng Jun seemed to be really impatient and even threatened him with words in front of all the concubines.

If you don't take action, he will do it himself.

Yang Guijun's heart sank to the bottom of the valley. She looked dispirited and lifeless. Even many of his concubines who had never paid attention to him could not help but look at him sideways when they saw this.

Some concubines asked quietly, "What happened to Yang Guijun?"