To Hold One’s Joy

  Chapter 200 Reminder

  There are free dishes, Zhao Shangshu and Qian Shangshu ate a meal to their hearts content.

  As for the restaurant going to be closed soon—I don’t want such a bad thing when I’m eating.

   Wei Han ate quietly for a meal.

   You come and go alone, and you can’t be quiet.

  As for Wei Qiang—since he invited a guest that time, he never dared to talk about being a host again.

  A black porcelain jar came into view.

   Wei Qiang, who was drinking with his head down, looked up, and saw Luo Sheng walking over at some time and standing in front of the table.

   "This is—" Wei Qiang opened his mouth reeking of alcohol.

  He drank a jug of orange wine and a jug of shochu, feeling faintly dizzy.

   "Pickled radish skin." Luo Sheng said with a smile.

   Wei Qiang frowned unconsciously: "I didn't order this dish today."

"Gift."

  Wei Qiang was taken aback, sobered up two points: "Today's expenses are not big, why are there pickled radish skins as a gift?"

  A cool gaze came from nowhere.

   Wei Han squeezed his wine glass, expressionless.

  He also wanted to know why.

   "Because the wine shop is going to be closed, the guests who come to drink today will be given pickled radish skins." After Luo Sheng finished speaking, he walked towards Wei Han.

   Wei Qiang stared at the girl's back for a moment, then looked down at the black porcelain pot quietly placed on the table, feeling complicated for a moment.

  He still remembers the touch he saw on Yuniang's face when he brought a jar of pickled radish skins to Yuniang.

   And he hasn't been to Yuniang's place for some days.

  Luo Sheng raised his lips slightly.

  With this can of pickled radish skins, Wei Qiang has the steps to meet Chaohua.

  The pickled radish skins were obtained from a wine shop, so it was only natural to mention the wine shop.

  As long as Chaohua wants to meet Xiuyue and hears that she will bring the chef of the restaurant to participate in the autumn hunting, she will definitely seize this opportunity.

  She believes that Yi Chaohua's intelligence can do it.

   Wei Han silently watched the girl with the black porcelain jar stand still in front of him, her bright eyes fluttered, and the corners of her lips twitched, as if she was thinking of something happy.

   Thinking about which table Luo Sheng came from, the young prince was a little unhappy.

  He is the regular customer of the restaurant, but Miss Luo first pickled the radish skin for the prince, and gave it back so happily, isn't that a bit too much?

  Glancing at the four dishes of complimentary dishes on the table, I suddenly felt that the jelly-like crystal shrimp, golden and crispy fennel beans, green pickled cucumbers, and shredded bamboo shoots mixed with red oil were all tasteless.

   These gifts were obtained in exchange for his promise to keep a secret, so how can the prince get something for nothing like that.

   "A gift for the prince to take away." Luo Sheng put down the black porcelain jar, turned around and left.

   "Miss Luo." Wei Han called out.

  Luo Sheng turned around with a cold expression: "Is there something else to do, my lord?"

   Wei Han suddenly had nothing to say.

   It seems to be disgusted again.

   "Thank you." He picked up his glass and took a sip of wine, watching Luo Sheng walk towards Zhao Shangshu's table.

   The wine is gone for a while.

  On the way back to the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion, Luo Chen suddenly asked, "Sister is familiar with King Kaiyang?"

   "Not familiar." The crescent moon in the sky was like a hook, deserted, and Luo Sheng's tone was even colder.

  Luo Chen took a deep look at her, and said, "I heard that my sister tore off King Kaiyang's belt."

  The corners of Luo Sheng's mouth twitched slightly, and he quickly regained his composure: "That's a thing of the past."

  Shi Yan, who was following behind, turned dark when he heard this.

   Listen to Miss Luo's talk of chaos and abandonment, it's so ruthless.

  How can this matter pass!

  Luo Chen was also stunned by Luo Sheng's nonchalant attitude.

  He thought that Luo Sheng would blush at some point.

   "What is King Kaiyang doing?" Luo Sheng walked forward unhurriedly, and asked casually.

  Luo Chen's expression became serious: "He saw my sister twelve times tonight."

  Shi Yan was dumbfounded.

   Are there so many?

   "Really? I didn't pay attention." Luo Sheng frowned and rubbed Luo Chen's head, "Why did you pay attention to this?"

  At such a young age, isn’t it too busy?

   Turn around and talk to Chief Governor Luo, please invite two more gentlemen for Luo Chen.

   "Don't touch my head." Luo Chen frowned and avoided.

  A man keeps staring at his sister, shouldn't he be reminded?

  Thinking that this elder sister is Luo Sheng, Luo Chen is a little at a loss.

  Maybe you really don't need to be reminded.

  There is probably no man in this world who can take advantage of Luo Sheng.

   Wei Han was also walking back on the moon frost.

  The huge Kaiyang Palace seemed a little deserted because there was only one master, and even the strings of red lanterns fluttering in the wind couldn't add much excitement.

   Wei Han stepped into the study room, read the book silently for a while, walked to the back of the bookshelf and took out a bow from a hidden compartment.

  The bow is very ordinary, glowing coldly in the candlelight.

  The soft but callused fingertips brushed the bowstring, and the corner of the man's lips smiled unconsciously.

  This year's autumn hunting, it seems that we can look forward to a few points.

  At this moment, Wei Qiang, who was rushing back to the palace, hesitated slightly at the fork in the road, glanced at the black porcelain pot in his hand, and stepped on a bluestone road.

  The road became more and more sideways, but fortunately, it was in the palace, and there were bright lights everywhere.

  When Wei Qiang pushed open the gate of the small courtyard, his mood was complicated.

  He thought it would take a long time for him to be out of sight, but he still walked here unconsciously with this can of pickled radish skins.

  When Qing'er saw Wei Qiang, she was so shocked that the embroidery basket in her hand fell off: "Your Highness—"

   "Where do you choose a servant?"

   "Xianshi is inside." Qing'er was so excited that her voice changed, "Xianshi, Your Highness is here!"

  Wei Qiang passed Qing'er and walked in.

  A slender figure knelt down and bowed: "Your Highness."

  Wei Qiang walked in and put the jar of pickled radish skins on the table.

  Glanced at the flower, and felt moved.

  He went to a restaurant again?

   "His Royal Highness left the palace?" Chao Hua asked softly, raising her head slightly because of the can of radish skin.

  Looking at that thin and pale face, Wei Qiang dissipated the anger suppressed in his heart, and said lightly: "Well, I went to the wine shop opened by Miss Luo."

   Chao Hua smiled: "It seems His Highness likes that restaurant very much."

  Wei Qiang couldn't help but think of the blue wine flags waving in the wind outside the restaurant, and the smell of wine in the lobby.

   There is indeed a rare freedom.

  Looking at the woman who was a little more submissive than before, Wei Qiang was in a good mood: "It's really nice there, but it's inconvenient for me to go there often."

Chaohua caressed the black porcelain pot containing the radish skins, her tone full of regret: "Yes, if I were in an ordinary status, I would also like to go to this wine shop to try it. To make such delicious pickled radish skins, the wine and vegetables must be delicious. Very delicious."

  Seeing that Chaohua rarely showed some yearning, Wei Qiang smiled: "There will be opportunities in the future."

  He is only the crown prince now, so his hands are bound. In the future... he can recruit a chef who owns a restaurant into the palace.

   "The wine shop was opened by Miss Luo. I heard that Miss Luo acted recklessly, so I might not open it in the future."

  Wei Qiang couldn't help laughing when he heard this: "It's not impossible. Miss Luo is indeed a bit self-willed. This year, Qiushou plans to bring the chef from the restaurant, and the restaurant will be closed."

   "Really?" Chao Hua spit out these two words with some surprise.

Good morning.

  (end of this chapter)