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When Meng Fuyuan woke up, his whole body was sore because of the wrong sleeping position. Looking at the blue shirt with large sleeves covering his body, Meng Fuyuan could barely remember that it was the one Yan Yuanbai was wearing today, but as for when he ran away Meng Fuyuan had no way to deal with what happened to him, and his mind was empty.

I only remember Lu Jiu and Fu Ba, and Yang Qi is gone, and the memories seem to come to an abrupt end as if a melodious music was played.

Meng Fuyuan looked around, only to see that Lu Shi and Yan Yuanbai had disappeared. Meng Fuyuan knew that he was not a sleepy person, and this matter was a bit strange. He was about to get up to check the surrounding situation, but before he took a few steps, he bumped into Huo Yi who came with tea was served.

Huo Yi walked past the moon-hole floor cover, and put the white porcelain teapot and teacup on the sandalwood table in his hand, "The owner is awake?"

"En." Meng Fuyuan sat back again, thought for a while and asked again, "Where is Lu Shi? Where did Lu Shi go?"

Huo Yi was holding the teapot, and the translucent light yellow tea slowly flowed out from the spout, and gradually accumulated at the bottom of the white porcelain teacup. When the tea was about two-thirds of the bottom of the cup, Huo Yi put the pot down and pinched it with his index finger Holding the rim of the teacup with thumb and forefinger, holding the saucer with one hand, he brought the tea to Meng Fuyuan, lowered his eyes and said, "Didn't the owner tell Lu Shi to find the inn where he will rest tonight?"

Meng Fuyuan's thick black eyebrows gathered together, "When did I give the order?"

Huo Yi knew that Meng Fuyuan would forget.

As long as he is drunk, Meng Fuyuan's words and deeds are always Ye Luo silent and Yan Guo Wuhen, and only in this way, Huo Yi dares to take the opportunity of Meng Fuyuan drunk to get some words out of his tight-lipped mouth.

Although he had expected it, Huo Yi still pretended to be shocked, "The owner...don't remember?"

Meng Fuyuan didn't want to admit it, and always felt like he was actively exposing his weakness to the other party, so he said stiffly: "I have a little impression, but I just forgot some details."

Huo Yi raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expose Meng Fuyuan's lies, and let Meng Fuyuan say that wind is rain, "Master, drink some tea first, otherwise the tea will be cold in a while."

With a dry mouth, Meng Fuyuan picked up the saucer and took a sip of tea, soon the greenish-yellow tea leaves gathered at the bottom, Meng Fuyuan put down the tea set, got up and left.

Huo Yi quickly asked, "Where is the owner going?"

Meng Fuyuan didn't even look back, and walked hurriedly, "I'll go and settle the bills for noon and tonight."

Over there, the shopkeeper at the counter was grinning and thinking about his abacus, when suddenly a figure appeared in his sight, and when he looked up, he saw Meng Fuyuan opposite was dragging a purse in his hand, the purse was stuffed to the brim, and the cotton and linen fabric was covered Crowded until deformed, the shopkeeper smiled so that the creases on his face piled up, "Hey, are you here to pay the bill? I remember that you are the guest of the two rooms of Baimei and Qingzhu."

Baixianglou also gave each private room a name, and the room where Meng Fuyuan lived was called Baimei.

After paying the bill, Meng Fuyuan put the purse close to his body, and then asked: "Shopkeeper, do you know what dishes you have in Baixianglou, and do you put wine when cooking them? Such as flower wine, fruit wine, turbid wine and so on."

"Wine?" The shopkeeper frowned in thought, then shook his head, "This...this wine is not a necessary condiment, how can anyone cook vegetables and serve wine? Besides, selling this wine alone makes money..."

Meng Fuyuan stared at the shopkeeper, his brows were gathered together, his lips were tightly pursed, he felt that he would not get drunk just by smelling the smell of Wen Lu Shi's wine.

The shopkeeper observed Meng Fuyuan's complexion, and hurriedly changed his words, trying to appease the guests, "Oh, I'm just a person who collects money to settle accounts, why don't you ask Chef Yang, to be honest, this dish also requires new recipes. Isn't it? Chef Yang has improved the recipes of many dishes in Baixianglou several times, as for the current recipes, I don't know!"

The shopkeeper hurriedly called a handyman to lead the way for Meng Fuyuan and take him to the kitchen.

Chef Yang in the kitchen was chopping pork with a sharp knife, and the sound was earth-shattering.

Standing at the kitchen door, Meng Fuyuan felt that the ground under his feet was shaking.

Seeing someone coming, Chef Yang put the knife on the wooden cutting board, wiped his hands on the apron carelessly, and asked, "What's the matter, my guest?"

Meng Fuyuan cut to the chase, "Do you add wine to any dish in Baixianglou?"

Chef Yang thought it was funny, "It's a coincidence that a second person came to ask this question today."

Before Meng Fuyuan could continue to ask, Chef Yang had already said, "Before noon, a tall guest in blue clothes also came to ask me, and then I told him that it was possible, such as Baixiang Eight-treasure duck, one of Lou's signature dishes, will add a little bit of lotus pistil, but it's okay if you don't add it, and it doesn't affect the taste very much."

"In the end, do you think it's strange? He came to ask questions, and I thought he couldn't touch alcohol." Chef Yang shook his head, "As a result, before he left, he specifically told me not to forget Add a little lotus pistil."

Meng Fuyuan hurriedly asked: "Do you still remember what that man looked like?"

Chef Yang squinted his eyes and thought for a while, then compared his height with his hands, "It's about this tall, in blue clothes, with a soft sword wrapped around his waist, and a knife in his hand. It looks like he is good at martial arts."

Could it be... that's why Lu Shi tasted the lotus scent of the Eight Treasure Duck?

Meng Fuyuan half-closed his eyes. Judging from Chef Yang's description, he could match Yan Yuanbai's attire, but it would be rash and not rigorous enough to confirm that the person is Yan Yuanbai just based on these few words. Meng Fuyuan thought for a moment and then Asked: "How much eight-treasure duck did you cook today?"

Chef Yang said: "Just one copy, send it to Baimei's room, I remember this clearly."

Meng Fuyuan was silent for a moment, then cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Chef Yang, for bothering me."

Chef Yang has never enjoyed this kind of treatment before, so he was flattered and quickly nodded and said, "Don't dare."

When he straightened his back again, Meng Fuyuan was no longer within Chef Yang's sight.

On the other side, Meng Fuyuan wrapped his robe tightly and walked back against the autumn wind, thinking in his heart, Yan Yuanbai, did he mean it or not?