Medical Doctor Travels Through Time to Train the Prince to Become a Wife-Controlled

Meng Zhenzhen took her cousin and cousin into the spicy hotpot restaurant and saw that it was full.

There were some people waiting nearby, and it was steaming hot inside, which was completely the opposite of the environment outside.

Dong Wenmo looked around but didn't see Xudong. "Zhenzhen, hasn't Xudong been managing your business? Why haven't I seen him? Could he have run away again?"

Meng Zhenzhen led them to the private room upstairs, and did not forget to answer his question, "My cousin seems to have gone to check the accounts. It's New Year's Day in a few days, and there are a lot of accounts at the end of the year. I guess he's too busy to handle it."

As soon as they walked to the door of the box, Dong Wenhua heard someone calling his name, "Brother Wenhua, Brother Wenhua, I'm here."

The group turned around and looked at the source of the sound. There was a handsome young man, about sixteen or seventeen years old. Judging from the fabric of his clothes, it was obvious that he was a son of an official.

Dong Wenhua also recognized the other person. The two had discussed poetry and philosophy together many times, so she quickly bowed to him.

"It's Brother Yingjun. Today is the day when the results are announced. Why are you here today? Are you also eating hotpot?"

Han Yingjun walked up the stairs in a few steps, holding Dong Wenhua with one hand and walking upstairs, not caring about the presence of the people around them at all.

"This restaurant is really delicious. I've been eating here for several days. There are really no seats available today. How about we share a table? What do you think?"

Dong Wenhua looked at her two younger sisters in embarrassment, with a helpless look on her face, "Sisters, look..."

Han Yingjun naturally knew what she meant, and quickly bowed like a gentleman, "Han Yingjun, I am very sorry to meet you two ladies. I wonder if you can help me. I am really hungry waiting for the results to be announced today. How about I treat you today, and I will pay for the meal for sharing the table."

Dong Yiyi didn't have any objection. She tugged at Meng Zhenzhen's sleeve and let her make the decision.

"Since we have a chance today and you are my brother's friend, then let's go together. But you don't have to pay for the meal. It doesn't make sense for me to let others treat me to a meal in my restaurant."

"Tian Er, take them to have a meal next door, and then come pick me up."

Meng Zhenzhen turned around and looked at Jasmine who had not yet left, "Jasmine, you go too, I don't need you to wait on me."

Meng Zhenzhen sat at the table and wrote down a lot of meat on the menu. "Master Han, let your servants go with you. It will be a good opportunity for them to get familiar with the dishes."

Before Han Yingjun nodded, his servant followed him directly, making him smile awkwardly.

Meng Zhenzhen also wanted to know which family this interesting young man belonged to. He didn’t look like he was from Shengjing City.

"Sir, could you please tell me who my father is?"

He smiled heartily, "It's not inconvenient. My father, Han Weilin, has just come to Shengjing City to take up the post of Shaoqing of the Dali Temple."

Meng Zhenzhen had actually heard from Wang Zhizhou about this person, and it was he who recommended him.

A man who is upright and impetuous in his work, but he married a wife who is good at dealing with people, the youngest daughter of the current prime minister.

He was sent out for military service a few years ago and only recently returned to take up his new post. It seems that he is quite capable. She doesn't think that the Prime Minister would let a reckless man marry his daughter.

Dong Wenhua naturally knew what was going on in the court, and raised the cup in his hand, "Wenhua would like to congratulate Uncle Han here, and also wish Brother Yingjun to be on the list."

Han Yingjun happily drank a cup of tea directly, but it was a little hot for his mouth. He felt a little embarrassed and covered his mouth with his hands and laughed.

Dong Yiyi was so amused that she couldn't stop laughing, and Han Yingjun seemed to have seen something, his eyes were fixed on it.

Meng Zhenzhen seemed to have discovered a new world. One of them was lively and outgoing, while the other was too quiet and introverted. They were a perfect match, but she didn't know if they were destined to be together.

Dong Wenhua seemed not to notice Han Yingjun's look and asked casually, "Since Brother Yingjun is on the list, it seems that good things are coming soon."

This seemed to have touched Han Yingjun's lungs, and he slammed the table and said, "Don't mention it. My mother has been urging me to get married. I don't have any achievements, so I'm embarrassed to ask for marriage."

His eyes were always on Dong Yiyi.

Dong Yiyi was still like an ostrich, drinking tea there, completely unaware that she was being targeted.

At this time, the waiter brought the food up and everyone started chatting. It was not their first time eating it, so naturally they knew how to cook.

Han Yingjun prepared a sauce and saw how skilled they were. "It seems like you eat it often and are more familiar with it than I am."

Dong Yiyi chuckled, looking embarrassed, "This is my cousin's own innovative way of eating it, how could we not know how to do it? Don't look down on me."

He turned his eyes to Meng Zhenzhen, his eyes shining as if he saw money.

Meng Zhenzhen saw this scene in a flash, and she no longer felt familiar with it. "This store has already opened in other cities. You don't have this opportunity anymore."

He sighed deeply and curled his lips, "I am so unlucky. I came a step late."

Meng Zhenzhen suddenly remembered that she hadn't eaten barbecue for a long time. There seemed to be no barbecue stalls in the South. Could this also make money?

We also have fried chicken, milk tea, hamburgers, and French fries. Can they all be sold?

She looked at Han Yingjun, thinking that since he was the son of an official, he would have no shortage of money or connections. "There are opportunities to make money. I will cooperate with you if we are destined to do so in the future."

Han Yingjun's eyes suddenly brightened up again, and he felt that today's hot pot was particularly delicious.

Dong Yiyi's shoulders were shaking all the time. Dong Wenmo couldn't understand what was wrong with her and started asking straight questions.

"Sister, what's wrong with you? Why are you shaking all over?"

Dong Yiyi raised her head from the bowl and saw everyone looking at her, so she raised her foot and stepped on him.

A sound of "Ah..." was heard and everyone laughed.

Dong Wenmo didn't understand what was wrong with them. He just asked a question, so why did he get stepped on?