Male superiority and female superiority: forced love

Ruan Chuyin had been in Xiyun Pavilion for about half an incense stick of time, and she had not waited for the two of them to introduce themselves and tell the content of the negotiation. She suddenly felt a little impatient.

She knew that the ancients often laid a lot of groundwork before speaking, but this "groundwork" was too thick, so she simply asked, "Mr. Lu, what do you want to discuss with me?"

Whether you show your face or not and make friends or not is another matter. Why don’t you just tell the story?

Two fair and tender little hands were hidden under the tablecloth, playing with their fingertips boredly, sighing in their hearts.

Song Siyuan glanced at the prince suggestively, and Lu Zhuoxi changed the subject and said, "Miss Ruan, to be honest, my family also runs a restaurant, and I would like to hire you as the head chef. The monthly salary is one thousand taels. What do you think?" He offered a very attractive remuneration, but looking at Ruan Chuyin's reaction, there was no surprise in her eyes that he wanted to see.

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Lu. I have already signed a work contract with my employer." Ruan Chuyin declined politely.

Xiang Yunchi had helped her when she was helpless and lost, helping her unconditionally and believing in her. It was neither moral nor logical for her to betray this deep friendship. Furthermore, Zuixianlou's business was just starting to pick up, and she couldn't abandon Xiang Yunchi and seek a better job elsewhere out of gratitude.

"I will bear all the compensation required for breach of contract. What do you think, Miss Ruan?"

It turned out that she was worried about this. Lu Zhuoxi understood and promised compensation on the spot to put her mind at ease.

"Well... to be honest, someone offered me a monthly salary of three thousand taels before, but I didn't go." Ruan Chuyin once again tactfully expressed her reluctance.

This Mr. Lu looks cold and icy, and with the veil on his head, I don't know if he looks fierce or not. Xiang Yunchi is still better, he is beautiful and kind.

The guys in Zuixianlou are hardworking, handsome, and good-tempered, and the two aunties also take special care of them.

She liked this place very much, and also liked the small house that Xiang Yunchi arranged for her.

Recently, two old men moved in on both sides of the small courtyard. One was surnamed Wang and the other was surnamed Li. They were very polite and always had a gentle smile on their faces whenever they saw her.

Uncle Wang has many flowers planted at home, and he gave her four pots of magnolia flowers in the past few days.

And then there's Uncle Li. Every morning before I leave, he'll walk with me, chatting and chatting for a bit. Later, I learned he owns a large fish market, also on Liming Street. Zuixianlou buys all its seafood at a discount from him.

Ruan Chuyin didn't understand at first how a wealthy businessman could buy the house next door to hers. Later, after visiting, she realized the mansion was enormous, with three entrances and exits, and that he lived alone. His unintentional display of wealth was like a sword piercing her heart, piercing Ruan Chuyin's blood and leaving her unable to cry out in pain.

Lu Zhuoxi fell silent after hearing the amount Ruan Chuyin reported. Song Siyuan, who was standing beside him, also became nervous.

Three thousand taels a month? This monthly salary is almost as much as the head chef in the imperial kitchen.

"Miss Ruan, I wonder which restaurant offered this amount?" He asked curiously, not caring about being presumptuous. As far as he knew, no restaurant in Licheng could offer a monthly salary of three thousand taels. Even a prince would have to carefully consider this amount.

Ruan Chuyin thought they thought she was bragging and immediately became unhappy, but she couldn't bring herself to tell them Jiang Xuanzhou's name, so she had to tell them that it was a restaurant in Liangcheng.

"Are you from Dayong?" Lu Zhuoxi was very surprised.

"Yes..." Ruan Chuyin reluctantly confirmed. Her household registration card clearly stated: Xiaohe Village, Wushui Town, Yuzhou Prefecture, Dayong Kingdom.

"Who is Chen Wei to you?" Lu Zhuoxi asked.

"Who is Chen Wei?" Ruan Chuyin was confused.

"The owner of Zuixianlou." Lu Zhuoxi looked at her in surprise. This girl didn't even know the owner's name and came here to be the head chef?

"My boss's surname is Xiang, not Chen." Ruan Chuyin didn't understand, but still told her surname.

The air was silent for five full breaths. Seeing that the prince was lost in thought, Song Siyuan immediately asked, "So, this new owner is Miss Ruan's husband? Fiancé? Loved One?"

No wonder Miss Ruan was unwilling, it turns out there was this relationship.

Now it was Ruan Chuyin's turn to remain silent.

It's that same question again. From now on, I might as well just write "unmarried" on my clothes.

"Neither. I'm not married."

After saying that, she became worried that the two men might be interested in her, so she quickly added, "I don't want to get married either."

Silence was like a Cuju ball, kicked back to Lu Zhuoxi and Song Siyuan.

Regardless of their country, women would not easily leave their homes, even if their families were in trouble. This was because the imperial court provided them with a fixed monthly subsidy, the amount of which varied from country to country. However, without exception, it provided them with basic necessities of life. Furthermore, women could escape poverty through marriage, so there was no need to flee to another country.

Unless the woman's husband is not a native of the country, or his identity is not public.

Since Ruan Chuyin is not the first case, then it must be the second case.

The atmosphere suddenly became weird.

"Um, do you have anything else to talk to me about?" Ruan Chuyin had now lost interest in accompanying him.

"Miss Ruan, could you please tell me your name?" Lu Zhuoxi admired her talent and decided to help her.

"Ruan Chuyin." She gave her name confidently.

"I am very pleased with Miss Ruan's cooking today. I will definitely come to support her again when I pass by here next time." Lu Zhuoxi said, pulling out a five-hundred-liang silver note from his bosom and handing it to her. "Consider this as a reward from me and Mr. Song. If you encounter difficulties in the future, you can go to Luxiang Teahouse on Lichun Street to find Mr. Song."

Huh? So much money? All for her?

The surprise came too suddenly. Even after they stood up to say goodbye and left for a while, her hand was still holding the banknote, frozen in mid-air.

The God of Wealth knocks on the door, and blessings fall from the sky.

Food is the most important thing for people, and she suddenly found that being a chef is really good!

Outside Zuixian Tower, a luxurious carriage

"Your Highness, do you want to ask someone to investigate Miss Ruan?" Song Siyuan asked.

"Not yet, let her stay in Licheng with peace of mind."

In Lu Zhuoxi's opinion, no matter what crime Ruan Chuyin was charged with, since she came to Beiyue Country, she was a girl from their Beiyue Country and was under his protection.

At the gate of Prince Yixiang's Palace, there was a golden nanmu carriage parked.

"Which distinguished guest has come to the mansion?" Song Siyuan was very surprised and looked at it and asked the guard beside him.

The prince is not here, but people can still be allowed in. Could it be that someone has come from the palace?

"Sir, it's His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Dayong." The guard replied respectfully.

"Jiang Wenzhou is here?" Lu Zhuoxi heard their conversation and slowly walked out of the car.

It was strange. He had not heard his father or the Ministry of Rites mention the visit of the Crown Prince of Dayong. Could it be that he came to see him specifically?

Wanfuxuan

A tall man stood in front of a jade screen with a stern look on his face.

The star-blue robe he wore did not diminish the chill emanating from his body.

The face that seemed to be carved by a master was now filled with deep melancholy, without a trace of smile.

"Ziyu, how are you?"

Lu Zhuoxi greeted.

He and Jiang Wenzhou are both disciples of Wangxi Sect, but they do not have the same master.