The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

"I heard that Zuixianju has launched new dishes today, they are novel and amazing, let's go take a look."

"Let's go, let's go. I haven't eaten fresh food for a long time."

On the streets of Bianjing City, rumors about Zuixianju suddenly emerged. Everyone went to Zuixianju with curiosity to find out what was going on.

These were naturally the "marketing accounts" arranged by Meng Xuanhe. As the saying goes, even good wine needs to be hidden within a remote alley. The first thing she naturally did was to spread the reputation of the hot pot.

Zuixianju's business started to grow. In ancient times, people preferred light tastes. Meng Xuanhe was afraid that they couldn't eat spicy food, so he specially made a simmered hot pot, a tomato hot pot, and a soup hot pot.

It is the rainy season, so it is great to have hot pot to drive away the cold. When they walked out of Zuixianju, they all sighed at the magical taste of hot pot. The marketing account she posted also aroused the curiosity of many princes and nobles. For example, on that day, Yan Chengan was attracted.

He came with a number of young masters. Meng Xuanhe was counting the bills at the counter and his eyelids jumped when he saw him.

After so many days, Young Master Yan's house arrest was finally over. As soon as he was able to leave the house, he took a lot of his friends to visit the capital, and this newly opened restaurant naturally aroused his interest.

"You are the owner of Zuixianju? You are a woman." Yan Chengan was a little surprised when he saw her. Meng Xuanhe was wearing makeup and a veil, so he didn't recognize her at all. He was just surprised that a woman could open such a big restaurant.

The people of Nanmeng are open-minded and have no problem with women doing business. But it takes a lot of money to run a restaurant, which is simply impossible for ordinary women.

"Yes, sir. Please come in." Meng Xuanhe resisted the urge to beat someone up. She had not forgotten the rumors that had spread in Bianjing City.

"Don't you recognize me? Why don't you arrange the best compartment for me?" Yan Cheng'an was used to being arrogant and dissolute in the capital, and he always did what he wanted. At this time, he also introduced himself with an arrogant attitude.

"As expected, he still deserves a beating." Meng Xuanhe muttered in his heart, but he put on a perfect smile on his face, "Young Master Yan's arrival really makes Zuixianju glorious, so I'll waive the money for this meal."

Yan Chengan still had some status in the noble circles of Kyoto, and those who followed him were either rich or noble. Although Meng Xuanhe was reluctant, he still let them waive the bill for the sake of the overall situation, and personally took them to the best compartment in the restaurant.

But they regretted it after eating Meng Xuanhe. They didn't expect these young men with skinny bodies to have such big appetites. The whole table of dishes was swept away, and two more tables were added.

Meng Xuanhe's heart was bleeding, but he had no choice but to say the words.

"This is the first time for me to eat such amazing food in the capital. Although it's a bit strange, it tastes pretty good." Yan Cheng'an finished eating and went downstairs with satisfaction.

"Goodbye, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." Meng Xuanhe bowed and saw them out.

Unexpectedly, Yan Chengan smiled as he left, and turned back to say to her: "I will come here often, and I hope you can be more affordable."

Not only does he want a free meal, but he also wants to become a discounted customer?

Meng Xuan was quite amiable, but he did not want to have a conflict with him as the shopkeeper.

After seeing Yan Chengan off, Meng Xuanhe felt that he was unlucky for eight lifetimes and nothing good would happen if he met him.

However, this free meal still had its benefits. When he came here often in the future, he would always bring a few nobles with him, and Zuixianju's reputation gradually spread among the nobles. The guests who came were not only ordinary people, but also many princes and nobles who had dined there.

Fortunately, there is only one shameless Yan Chengan. Not only did they contribute a lot to Meng Xuanhe's account book, but they also gave a lot of tips when they were in a good mood, which was considered an unexpected gain.

Seeing that his two shops were thriving, Meng Xuanhe did not relax his vigilance. He became even busier on weekdays, not only adding a few more incense flavors to Chenxiangji, but also focusing on developing new dishes.

Song He's cooking skills are impeccable. Yangzhou people prefer sweet tastes, so he made several Yangzhou-style desserts after meals, which were more delicate and delicious than those in other restaurants. The sweet snacks sold very well after the spicy hot pot, driving hidden consumption.

Yan Chengan was not being polite and ate for several days in a row. Meng Xuanhe finally drove him out of Zuixianju after much persuasion.

She was not doing it for the money, but because she ate too much hotpot, she was worried that Yan Chengan would get a sore throat and then come to argue with her again.

"Madam Wei, you've been very busy lately." In the evening, Jialang chatted with Meng Xuanhe at the counter.

A restaurant is not like an incense shop. An incense shop only needs someone to look after the shop and be busy until this time. But for a restaurant, it is just the beginning of the busy time. Jialang is busier than Jiarun.

"The restaurant has just opened, so of course we have to keep an eye on it ourselves. It will be fine after a while." Meng Xuanhe was still looking through the account book. Although she was busy, as soon as she saw the white mercury flowing on it, she felt refreshed and could work for a few more hours.

"The city of Bianjing at night is truly fascinating." Meng Xuanhe closed the account book and turned his head to look out the window.

Life is like a dream, sparks are blurred, water flows deep, and Cangsheng is singing. The moonlight on the gauze window follows the flowers, branches sway in the wind, small buildings in the water town are ink-colored, and the fragrance screen is thousands of miles away with red sleeves.

Lotus lanterns light up the stars, gently swaying on the blue waves, small bridges and flowing water, the beginning of the world. A tender woman holding an umbrella walks across the small bridge, thousands of lights are lit. Listen to the breeze blowing through the willows, watch the sound of rain forming poems, coloring the fireworks-filled Kyoto, the sound of the zither, the words of the pipa.

"In the past, we both hated each other when we looked at Bianjing. It's rare to have such a moment." Jialang followed her gaze and saw a prosperous and dazzling scene outside the window. It seemed that all the hardships he had experienced with Jiarun were for the sake of welcoming this moment of leisure.

Meng Xuanhe smiled slightly, and she looked particularly gentle under the light. The light penetrated her hair, and her ordinary face after the disguise looked particularly bright at this moment.

"None of the rumors about the princess are true." Jialang said from the bottom of his heart. He and Jiarun can now escape from the sea of ​​suffering and live the life of ordinary people, which is what they dream of most.

"Okay, let's clean up and get busy again." Meng Xuanhe saw that more and more people were coming to the restaurant, so he stopped chatting with Jialang and started greeting the guests.

After accompanying Jialang in running the business for more than half a month, Meng Xuanhe felt that he was capable of taking charge on his own. With the idea of ​​training him (not slacking off), Meng Xuanhe let him be a hands-off manager for two days.

"Your Highness, someone is visiting the Princess Mansion." On the first day that Meng Xuanhe became the hands-off manager, someone came to the Princess Mansion.

She was very confused. Everyone in Bianjing City avoided the princess's mansion. Who would come to visit?

She was confused and asked, "Who is it?"

Nanny Wen Zhen replied in a somewhat strange tone, "It's the young master of the Duke of Yan's Mansion."

Meng Xuanhe:?

What was he doing here? When Meng Xuanhe thought about the loss he had suffered at his hands, he broke the chopsticks in his hand.

Seeing her unhappy expression, the servants all knelt down.