Seven's secret

In the end, He Kuan agreed with Mr. Wu and decided on the pattern of the pastel color with good fortune and longevity.In the words of Mr. Wu, although the blue and white flowers are exquisite, they look a bit deserted, more like a work of art on display, suitable for viewing from a distance.When they open a restaurant to attract customers, not only must the dishes be delicious, but also create a harmonious and lively atmosphere for the customers who walk into the restaurant.Thinking about it this way, the pattern of fencai with good fortune and longevity is more suitable.

Murong Qing locked himself in the shed, carefully burned a set of samples, and sent them over.In addition to the specific number that needs to be finalized, what the final product will look like still needs to listen to their opinions and make some careful modifications on the basis of the samples.

He Kuan and Mr. Wu led a group of staff around the kitchen to study the samples brought by Murong Qing. A waiter walked in and said, "Boss, the guest who reserved the third box has arrived."

He Kuan smiled and said, "That's right. With this set of tableware, it's a good time to listen to the opinions of the guests. Xiao Qi will go too."

Murong shook his head lightly, expressing his lack of interest.A layman's opinion, saying something looks good or not, doesn't make much sense to him.

But what I didn't expect was that the items ordered by the customers were delivered one after another, and after a while, the waiter came to report to He Kuan, "The customer said that our tableware is very special, and would like to ask where he bought it."

He Kuan waved his hand triumphantly, "Let's just say that this is specially designed by our store, and it's the only one that can't be bought anywhere else."

The waiter was also happy, "Of course I said it. The guest said he knew a little bit about this, and he also said that we hired a master."

This was originally a pleasing and auspicious word, but after Murong heard it lightly, for some reason, his heart suddenly skipped a beat, and a not-so-good premonition surged up in a flash.

Murong Qing's premonition soon became a nightmare.

The cause of this incident was that he parked his car outside the main entrance of the restaurant. In fact, he knew that there was a back entrance over the kitchen, and he usually unloaded the goods there when he bought and delivered them.The staff also go in that way when they come out.But the problem is that he is not a staff member here, and if he really wants to go over there, he will feel a little embarrassed.

Murong Qing held a small meeting with He Kuan and Mr. Wu, adding a few special-shaped plates and a set of cold dishes.Murong Qing drew the pattern and ordered the size with them, almost an hour passed before he knew it.When He Kuan sent Murong Qing out, unfortunately, the guests in the box also came out and met them face to face.

He Kuan suddenly remembered that the middle-aged lady walking in front seemed to be Cao.The young man who walked a step or two behind her was her only son, who was rumored to be the grandson who was loved by Mr. Cao.He Kuan had met these two before, but he hadn't noticed that he had the same surname as Xiao Qi before. Does the double surname Murong have such a high popularity rate?

He Kuan suddenly felt something was wrong.Murong Qing's face drooped, but Murong Jin's eyes were shining, staring straight at... Murong Qing with a half-smile expression.But that elegant lady frowned slightly after seeing Murong Qing, and a look of disgust flashed in her eyes.

No one spoke, and the situation seemed to be frozen.

He Kuan took a step forward with a smile, "Ms. Cao hasn't been here for a long time, are you satisfied today? If there is anything that doesn't suit your taste, I will definitely tell the chef."

Murong Jin's mother smiled slightly, "Young Master, you are joking. Mr. Wu can't invite you anywhere else."

He Kuan said with a smile: "Mr. Wu said that he will make some zongzi in a few days. When they are ready, I will send the lotus rice dumplings that Ms. Cao likes and the egg yolk dumplings that Mr. Cao likes to your house. "

Murong Jin's mother smiled and said, "It's hard for you to remember."

Murong Qing watched this scene coldly, and had to admire He Kuan's slickness as a businessman.It's not uncommon for him to remember the tastes of regular customers, but it's rare that he can speak so naturally, like chatting with old friends.Managing contacts is also a profound knowledge, no wonder his business is doing so well.

Murong Jin's mother had a smile on her face, her eyes fell on Murong Qing's face, and she looked very kind, "Xiao Qi, long time no see."

Murong nodded slightly slightly, "Ms. Cao." Anyone who knew her knew that she didn't like being called her husband's surname, no matter what he said, he got closer to her son for a while, didn't he have such a small habit? May not know.

Ms. Cao glanced at Murong Jin who was standing beside her, and said with a slight smile: "A few days ago, Jin'er even said that he would invite you to come over to do something. He said that you learned the skill of making porcelain from Master He. Transparency is the smartest thing. I also thought, you are cousins ​​after all, it is better to help others than to help your own people."

The corner of He Kuan's mouth twitched slightly, it seems that the two Murongs are really close relatives.But Murong Qing never mentioned this issue, it seems that the relationship is not as good as Ms. Cao said.

Sure enough, Murong replied lightly, "Ms. Cao's words are very reasonable, but you have only been in the old house for a short time, and you probably didn't know that when the old man passed away, our brother had already been removed from the clan. My own or something, Xiaoqi Don't dare to climb high."

Just as Murong Jin was about to speak, Ms. Cao stepped on her toes, crushed her lightly, and swallowed her words with a bit of reluctance.

Ms. Cao frowned slightly, "The old man is also an old fool, and he didn't make any serious mistakes. What can he get rid of? Doesn't this affect your future development? In my opinion, you can ignore it as much as possible."

Murong Qing's expression remained calm, "The old man is the head of the family, Xiao Qi dare not ignore his words."

This is rejection.Ms. Cao looked sullen and was about to speak when her son grabbed her wrist.Murong Jin smiled and said: "Xiaoqi, you also know that our family still has some reputation in the antique industry. Since you also do this business, why bother with your own background?"

Murong Qing stood in the lobby of the restaurant with a blank expression, as if he hadn't heard Murong Jin's eloquent lobbying.

Murong Jin's expression became more and more earnest, "Xiaoqi, you also know that I have visited you several times. You don't have to avoid me all the time. I also hope to make some compensation to you for what happened before..."

Hearing the word "compensation" again, Murong Qing couldn't bear it any longer, and nodded slightly at Ms. Cao, "Sorry, I have something urgent to do, so let's take a step first." After speaking, he ignored Murong Jin who looked slightly stiff, turned and walked out the restaurant.

The character who looked like a wide man naturally could see that the mother and son had something to say next, so he quickly said hello and followed Murong out briskly.

"Little Seven!"

He Kuan chased after Murong Qing's car, only to find that Murong Qing's face was pale, he couldn't help being a little startled, "Xiao Qi, are you alright?"

Xiao Qi closed her eyes and let out a suffocated breath from her chest, "It's okay, I just feel disgusted when I see them. Brother and brother, how can people be so hypocritical, harming you when they are behind their backs, in front of you Sometimes it seems how caring and thoughtful you are to you, and how unreasonable you are..."

He Kuan didn't know what kind of disputes they had before, but he had an intuition that Xiao Qi should be the victim in the incident.This child has clean eyes and is proud.He doesn't bother to play tricks with anyone.He Kuan still has some confidence in his own vision of seeing people.

"He looked for you before?"

Murong nodded lightly.

He Kuan was thoughtful, "That should be something I want from you. But from your conversation just now, haven't you been removed from your family? Then what else can I ask you for?"

Murong shook his head lightly.He didn't want to publicize the little doubt in his heart to everyone.

He Kuan patted him on the shoulder, comforted him and said, "Don't think too much, even if the Cao family is powerful, the mother and son are still outsiders to Mr. Cao. Besides, in your store, don't you still have shares in the dealer? Is it? If something really happened, based on your relationship with Dongzhi, Zhuang Er would not just sit idly by."

Murong nodded lightly, "I understand."

Maybe Murong Jin hasn't seen this yet, but now he has brothers and friends, and he is no longer the helpless Murong Xiaoqi in Murong's old house who is at the mercy of others.

Ms. Cao watched the child walk out of the Hejia restaurant without looking back, Xiuli frowned slightly, and her eyes were full of disgust, "This child has been a demon since he was a child, and it makes people feel uncomfortable when he looks at him. It's even more serious when you grow up. You say that a big man is born with a vicious air, what's the matter..."

Murong Jin often heard his mother scolding Murong Qing so much, his heart was agitated, but it didn't show on his face.He didn't know how to answer the question, saying that Murong Qing is really charming?He couldn't say it.No one knows better than him how Murong Qing was forced to "beautiful".Said his mother was wrong?He didn't have the courage, he didn't understand what kind of temper his mother had, and he didn't have the patience to spend hours listening to her cry.

Ms. Cao glanced at him with an unhappy expression, "You remind me every day and every day that you should be polite when you see him. Tell me the truth, what exactly do you want him to do? Others can't do it Is it? If it doesn’t work, you can still ask for someone with your grandfather, there is no need to be so low-spirited with a cheap thing.”

Murong Jin frowned, "Mom, others really can't do this."

"Oh?" Ms. Cao obviously didn't believe it. Seeing Murong Jin's impatient face, her heart skipped a beat, "Son, don't be confused, you're thinking the same thing as that old Murong He?"

Murong Jin was annoyed, "Mom, what are you thinking about?"

Ms. Cao gave him a sideways look, "Then you can tell me the truth, lest I get flustered."

Murong Jin was helpless, "The people in my hands don't have his craftsmanship. Is this reason enough? Show me the plum vases Qian Laowu burned last week. The glaze color is completely wrong. He himself said If you want to imitate the fineness of the late Yuan Dynasty and the early Ming Dynasty, you must find the masters of the Southern School——Southern School Secret Art, who can compare with the He family?"

Ms. Cao was dubious about this statement, "That old He really has such a good craftsmanship? Back then, he didn't even have the qualifications to enter our porcelain kiln."

"I didn't believe it at first." Murong Jin smiled wryly, "Haven't you understood? The tableware we ate just now was made by Xiao Qi."

Ms. Cao was taken aback, "What you said is true?"

"There will be another time," Murong Jin reminded her, "Don't tear me down again. I can't win you over in the first place, so I can't stand you losing your temper here."

"Okay, I see." Ms. Cao curled her lips, "You talk a lot of nonsense at such a young age."

Murong Jin smiled wryly.

Ms. Cao pondered for a while and said to him: "I don't believe that he is so reclusive. He also helps others to open a store. If he makes a mistake, the owner can still use him? When the time comes, his reputation will be ruined. Obediently come back to find your family? If it doesn’t work, just spend some money—if he’s really worth it.”

Murong Jin sighed lightly.

It's worth it, why isn't it worth it.But by the time he knew it, it was already too late.