A peasant girl traveled through time and space, and she became prosperous

Wen Meijiu spoke slowly, with a hint of embarrassment, which was enough to block Prince Wang's desire to eat delicious food. If he wanted to eat it, he could buy it himself.

By the way, she also reminded Master Wang that she knew he had accepted five taels of silver and a receipt from her family yesterday.

But Prince Wang seemed indifferent to her reminder. His expressionless face suddenly moved. He looked at her and said:

"No problem. I've eaten worse than this."

He wanted to laugh while drinking the wine, and he boasted without thinking. How could a delicate person like him have ever eaten steamed corn bread?

If he had tasted it a little, Wen Meijiu could still understand it. After all, it was okay to let her have a taste. But if she had eaten it for two meals, Wen Meijiu would find it difficult to swallow, and her throat would hurt and her stomach would feel uncomfortable.

I thought that Prince Wang wouldn't mistake the glutinous rice cakes on the street for corn cakes. You should know that glutinous rice cakes are made of millet, and they are not delicious.

"As long as you don't mind, sir."

Instead of chasing the person away, Wen Meijiu secretly twisted his fingers and his mind worked rapidly.

"By the way, sir, my father seemed to have given you a note yesterday, right?"

Prince Wang, who was originally sitting upright on the chair, now leaned slightly to the side, with one arm half-bent and resting on the table. There was a barely perceptible light in his eyes, and he raised his eyebrows slightly and said:

"That's what happened."

Wen Meijiu saw that he spoke so easily and couldn't help but stare at him.

If that were the case, why didn't he return the note to her right away? Was he going to wait for her to ask him for it openly?

That's what he said, and he's having dinner at her house. Doesn't he have any understanding at all?

From the look on his face, it seemed as if answering her "yes" would be enough.

Wen Meijiu stared at him, and he also stared at Wen Meijiu. In the end, Wen Meijiu's eyes became sore, so he had to move his face slightly to the side.

Zhizheng saw this and interrupted:

"Don't mention it. I haven't eaten this steamed bread for many years. I miss it quite a bit."

Wen Meijiu leaned to the side, and under the pretext of stopping the dispute, he sighed softly, as if he was expressing his feelings, but in fact he was saying something with a double meaning:

"Yes, this steamed bun is different from other steamed buns. The ones made by my mother always taste special and can even catch up with the delicious food in Qingfeng Tower."

The food at Qingfeng Tower is expensive, and her steamed corn bread is not that delicious. If he doesn't return the receipt and wants their family to be burdened with the debt, then the price of her steamed corn bread is also very high. The two of them can "pay off" the debt by having a meal together.

"It's just a personal feeling. All steamed breads in the world are the same. They are all made of cornmeal. There is not much difference."

Not only did Prince Wang not return the note, he also reminded Wen Meijiu in a sober manner that the steamed corn bread in her family was just a steamed corn bread.

This made Wen Meijiu a little bit unbearable, and he chuckled and said:

"Yes, people are different. Some people think that love is worth a fortune, while others think that love is as cheap as grass and worthless.

This may be what the saints said: those who are righteous have many supporters, while those who are unrighteous have few supporters. "

Although there was no trace of ridicule in her tone, Young Master Wang was not stupid. How could he not hear that she was hinting at his "loss of morality"?

"That's right, but those who have lost their way sometimes stubbornly believe that they are the ones who have gained the way. This is really a headache."

What does he mean? Is he saying that she is a "loser"?

Wen Meijiu slowly turned to look at him, with a barely perceptible coldness at the corner of her mouth.