Yan Funing asked Liu Song to lock the money bag in the drawer again and pick it up when she was about to return home.

Liu Song naturally agreed and asked with a smile: "Does my daughter have any new dishes this time?"

"Now that the season is very humid, I plan to think of two medicated meals to remove dampness and strengthen the spleen, one is more expensive and the other is affordable. Uncle, what do you think?"

Liu Song nodded: "Listen to my daughter."

"Then please lend me my pen and ink."

"Just write it in the accounting room. People coming and going in the lobby affect your thinking."

"Okay." Yan Funing agreed.

Liu Song personally arranged the pen and ink and spread out the rice leaving the accounting room, he told the cook, cook, and waiters not to disturb Yan Funing's thinking.

Not long after, Li Xinheng and Feng came to the lobby from the backyard.

Hearing that Yan Funing was in the accounting room, the two men walked towards the accounting room in unison.

In their opinion, as long as Yan Funing is there, they will definitely find colorful jade.

Sure enough, Caiyu stood at the door of the accounting room.

Brother Feng walked a few steps quickly: "Miss Caiyu, I haven't seen you for a while. How are you doing lately?"

As soon as Caiyu opened her mouth, Li Xinheng stepped beside her: "That's good."

Brother Feng glanced at Li Xinheng angrily: "I didn't ask you."

Li Xinheng squeezed his huge fist: "I'll answer for Caiyu. I'm with her every day, so I naturally know whether she's okay or not."

"You're a baffled person." Brother Feng moved closer to Caiyu.

Li Xinheng stepped in front of him, and the two immediately started arguing.

Caiyu was confused and urged in a low voice: "Stop arguing, the girl is thinking of new dishes."

The two men's voices were loud. When Liu Song heard this, he came over with a serious face: "You have nothing to do? You two go to the stable to brush the black horse."

Helplessly, Li Xinheng and Feng, who disliked each other, had no choice but to go to the backyard again.

It finally became quiet outside the counting room.

Near noon, Ying Qi came to the restaurant carrying an empty food box.

Liu Song greeted him warmly: "Your Majesty, are you here to return the food box?"

Ying Qi put the food box on the counter and asked with a smile: "Shopkeeper, can you ask the shopkeeper of your restaurant to come to my house to make some medicinal dishes?"

Liu Song thought about it for a while. His daughter was still designing herbal medicine, so she couldn't disturb her. This was one of the , the medicated diet is unique to the store, and the prescriptions are expensive. When someone comes to ask their daughter to make the medicated diet, they don’t know what the purpose is.

I immediately regretted that I couldn't do it: "If the cook goes out to cook, and someone else imitates him, it will be the restaurant's loss. The young shopkeeper is my daughter, and I am even more reluctant to let her go out as a girl."

Ying Qi frowned: "Is she your daughter?"

"Relatives." Liu Song replied with a smile again.

Regardless of their relationship, Ying Qi said bluntly: "But my young master wants to eat the freshly cooked medicinal food."

Liu Song said: "That's simple. Use an insulated food box to keep it hot when the guest eats it."

Ying Qi nodded: "Okay."

When he left with the food box, Yan Funing came out with the newly thought of medicinal diet menu.

"Uncle, the raw materials of this medicinal diet are mainly chicken and pork belly, along with Codonopsis pilosula, Poria cocos, wolfberry and other medicinal materials, and are slowly stewed. The price is a bit expensive."

She took out a piece of paper, handed it over first, and then pointed to the second piece of paper: "This dish has simple ingredients and uses few medicinal materials. It's called spleen-strengthening and dampness-removing porridge, and the price is relatively affordable."

Liu Song said hello repeatedly and read the words on the paper: "My daughter's handwriting is getting better and better."

As he said this, he raised the paper and compared it with the names of dishes and water hanging on the wall. He was surprised to find that many words had the same meaning.

"To be honest, uncle, my husband forced me to practice calligraphy."

Her handwriting does have some shadows of Fu Ciyi.

She hadn't noticed it before, but today's comparison was really obvious, but her writing was not as good as his.

At this moment, Fu Ciyi went to the dining hall with his masters.

Walking halfway, his eyes unconsciously glanced at the school wonder if she will send Li Xinheng to deliver the food, or if she will do it herself. - The warm breeze blows at noon and the sun shines on the high forest.

In the Xuan Bamboo Hall of the mysterious house, Ying Qi Duan brought out medicinal food.

Mr. Ding tested the poison as usual and found nothing unusual before the young man moved his chopsticks.

This time after eating the medicated food at a suitable temperature, the man had a warm smile on his face.

Ying Qi took the opportunity and said, "Young Master ordered his subordinates to check the girl's identity. There is no news from the neighboring prefectures and counties, but I just heard from the shopkeeper in the restaurant that Yan Funing is related to him."

"Oh, relatives?"

"Think about it. Otherwise, how could an orphan girl become the shopkeeper of a restaurant?"

"So, the Yan family adopted the child of Liu Song's relative?"

Ying Qi nodded: "That's probably the case."

The man said coldly: "I want a clear answer."

Shadow Seven respectfully said yes.

When he left, he muttered: "It's hard to invite a village girl. She actually refuses to come to the house to cook. Fortunately, the young master will be satisfied with the food."

"Who is the village girl?"

The man put down his chopsticks with a loud sound that made Ying Qi tremble.

Ying Qi walked back with his head lowered and knelt down: "I don't hesitate to say what I said. I know I was wrong!"

The young master met the village girl several times through a curtain, but only once without a curtain, and he was so taken with , the young master knew that the village girl had a husband, but he was still so interested in her.

The one in Beijing is probably out of business.

The man looked cold and coughed violently, causing the ends of his eyes to turn red.

Ying Qi was panic-stricken and kowtowed: "This subordinate knows that he was wrong. Please punish me, Master!" - In Qingshan Academy, Fu Ciyi finished lunch in the dining hall, but Li Xinheng didn't come to deliver food, let alone her.

When the sun went down, looking at the sky, he thought again that it was probably time for her to go home.

Before returning home, I should have spoken to him.

At the door of Liu Ji Restaurant, Caiyu helped Yan Funing into the carriage.

Li Xinheng sat in the driving seat: "Sit tight, girl, let's go to the school to pick up the young master."

Yan Funing spoke calmly: "He is preparing for the exam in school. Let's not disturb him these days."

Li Xinheng was surprised: "Young Master has not been home these days?"

"Well, he has to work hard."

Hearing this, Li Xinheng waved his whip and the carriage rumbled along.

In a secluded corner of the hospital, a pair of cold eyes stared at the carriage as it passed through the window.

A quarter of an hour later, the carriage returned to the village.

The car stopped outside the hospital. Yan Funing and Li Xinheng said, "Brother Li will go back later. Let's calculate the monthly payment today."

Li Xinheng rubbed his hands in surprise: "That's great!"

Yan Funing went back to the west wing first, put away the dividends, and took out the money from her own money bag.

Then he went to the main room.

Hearing that the monthly payment was about to be calculated, Fu Beimo and Meng Li, who were practicing martial arts in the courtyard, also hurriedly entered the house.

Fu Nanyao asked sheepishly: "Sister-in-law, I don't have any share of the monthly money, right?"

No one noticed that Fu Ciyi didn't come back.

Yan Funing sat down and said, "Everyone has a share."

She first gave Li Xinheng two taels of silver.

Li Xinheng drove the bullock cart for only seven to eight hundred cents a month. When he saw two small ingots, he was surprised: "You gave them all to me?"

Yan Funing nodded: "The stables borrowed your family's land, and I asked your mother to help feed the horses, and the fodder is your family's. In addition to your monthly money, I will give you two taels of silver in general, do you think so?" (End of chapter)