Riding a motorcycle on the road of revenge

Xiaoyue saw the waiter was going to take her into the store.

In order to save time, Xiaoyue didn't bother with him.

After entering the store, Xiaoyue quickly took a look at the store's situation, layout, merchandise, shop assistants, and customers.

It's basically the same as before, except the guys are different, all new faces.

The waiter took her directly to the men's clothing area, and Xiaoyue chose a sky blue gown, a belt of the same color, a purse, and two pairs of shoes and socks.

When the waiter saw that Xiaoyue had chosen a garment made of mercerized brocade, he was glad that he had not offended her to death.

Mercerized brocade is a relatively expensive fabric, and a piece of ready-made clothing would cost at least thirty or forty taels of silver.

He couldn't afford to offend such a customer.

The woman chose the style and size very quickly without any bargaining and paid the bill very promptly.

The guy's attitude changed 180 degrees.

Xiaoyue didn't want to tip at first. But the assistant's shopping guide was basically in place, and he was all smiles. When he saw her take out the money to pay, he was very flattering, and his service was quite enthusiastic. In the end, he sent her out of the store, calling her "Auntie" all the time, apologizing, asking her not to bother with him, and asking her to take care of him in the future.

It’s never easy for a worker.

So Xiaoyue let bygones be bygones and took out a small piece of silver from the change she had recovered and handed it over.

Xiaoyue walked into a quiet alley, and a moment later a young master from a wealthy family came out of the alley. He was wearing a sky-blue silk brocade gown, had a thin figure, a delicate face, a fair complexion, and a folding fan in his hand. He looked very cheerful, elegant, and gentle. One could tell at a glance that this young master came from a wealthy family and had a good upbringing.

It was not yet time for dinner, but Xiaoyue was already strolling on the street.

When I walked to the entrance of a teahouse, I saw four or five young students talking and laughing as they walked in one after another. Two of them looked familiar.

Xiaoyue followed in.

The men went up to the second floor and entered a private room.

Xiaoyue found a corner in the lobby on the first floor and sat down. She gave the waiter who served tea a small piece of change and asked about the identities of those people.

It turned out that the two familiar figures were Gu Songting and Zhang Zijin.

Gu Songting is the son of Zhang Xiniang and Gu Qianzhang, while Zhang Zijin is the second son of the Wenchang Earl's Mansion, one year older than Gu Songting.

The two are of similar age and are cousins. They went to school together and often played together.

Last fall, Gu Songting passed the imperial examination and was admitted to the Imperial College this spring, but Zhang Zijin was still a student, and it was obvious that the two could no longer get along.

Just now, Zhang Zijin pulled Gu Songting into the teahouse, and Gu Songting's reluctance and inability to get rid of it were too obvious.

It turned out that Gu Qianzhang was not a high-ranking official, and had no family background, and Zhang Xiniang did not have much dowry, so the couple had to rely on the Wenchang Marquis's Mansion. Gu Songting was a cautious follower beside Zhang Zijin.

Now Gu Qianzhang has firmly established himself as the Minister of Revenue.

Moreover, the Gu family received a considerable "inheritance" a few days ago, and their family assets doubled.

Ministers like this, who are young and strong, have rich family backgrounds, hold power, and are relatively popular with the emperor, have been the targets of wooing by several adult princes in recent years.

Gu Songting has been a good student since he was young. Although he did not win the top prize in the autumn examination last year, he still ranked among the top ten in Beijing.

He was admitted to the Imperial College on his own ability.

In addition to his own efforts, his family's conditions also gave him more and more confidence. Now he is no longer the young boy who wants to curry favor with the declining Wenchang Marquis's Mansion.

So today's tea may not be tasty to Gu Songting.

Zhang Zijin was a well-known playboy in Shangjing City. He had been playing with cats and dogs and getting into fights since he was a child. When he grew up, he also indulged in drinking, whoring and gambling.

Gu Songting was targeted by Zhang Zijin today, so I'm afraid it's more than just drinking tea.

Xiaoyue immediately became curious and hoped that something would happen upstairs. Even if there was no quarrel, there would be some sarcastic remarks and some unpleasant conversation.

After ordering two plates of dim sum and a pot of tea, the storyteller in the lobby appeared.

Xiaoyue listened to stories, ate and drank, and was very happy and leisurely.

After nearly an hour, Zhang Zijin and his group finally came down from the building with a large crowd of people following them.

It is obvious that the three are centered around Zhang Zijin and Gu Songting.

Zhang Zijin was still holding Gu Songting very closely.

They talked as they walked, and it sounded like they were going to some fancy restaurant for dinner.

This is great, let’s go together!

Xiaoyue followed behind them from a distance.

Zhenweilou, also owned by Li Zuo, is also well-known in Shangjing City. The food tastes good and the service is good.

The secret sauced pork there is the only one of its kind in Shangjing City.

Other restaurants also make braised pork in soy sauce, but after all these years, no one can make the taste of Zhenweilou.

Just like Shuiyunjian, it changed its owner a few days ago and recently reopened.

Braised meat?

Braised meat!

Xiaoyue has that taste in her memory.

But "she" likes it very much.

I don’t know if I can eat it today, and whether it will taste the same as I remember.

The memory aroused Xiaoyue's appetite, and she felt hungry. Her stomach even growled a few times.

I just had two pots of tea, two plates of snacks, and some peanuts and melon seeds.

It shouldn’t be!

Xiaoyue stopped and saw a steamed bun shop on the street. The plump white buns were freshly baked. An old lady was fanning the hot air with her hands and starting to sell them.

The buns are so cute.

My stomach isn't growling anymore.

Why do the buns look more and more like braised pork?

Maybe that's a braised pork bun!

Braised pork--bao!

Forget it, I'd better save my stomach to eat the naked braised pork.

Not far away, Zhang Zijin and others had already walked into the gate of Zhenweilou, and Xiaoyue was a little anxious.

She didn't dare to follow too closely just now, fearing to be discovered. She even stopped to buy a string of candied haws.

These young masters usually drink tea and eat in private rooms. She follows them so far away that she doesn't know which room they go to, and it would be inconvenient for her to eavesdrop.

So Xiaoyue quickened her pace and didn't even bother to eat the candied haws in her hand.