"I don't dare, Xiaosi doesn't dare to like the young master's things." Xiaosi secretly stuck out his tongue and explained hurriedly.

Jun Mobai glanced at him while putting away the chain, as if he was praising his performance.

"Then I'll continue to stare?" Xiao Si didn't dare to stay and planned to get out of the way.

Jun Mobai touched the butterfly mask that covered the upper half of his face and said nothing.

"Send a few more people to protect her." It took a long time before someone said this.

Xiaosi: I really can’t hide anything from the young master. I actually know that he has arranged several secret guards to keep an eye on me. It’s more appropriate to say that it’s just to keep an eye on him, but to protect him.

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Mu Li had no plans to let Gu Beichen go to the restaurant, she would have to rely on herself from now on.

Gu Beichen respected her, because he was the number one scholar, so if he opened a tavern when he first entered the capital, he would inevitably get into trouble. Besides, he really needed to leave a good impression on others when he took up a post in the Ministry of Civil Affairs on his first day.

He told Uncle Chen to send one more person to protect Miss Muli.

Uncle Chen is very discerning, and he understands it without the young master having to tell him.

As soon as Mu Li left, Uncle Chen sent him a plaque.

The plaque was hung up, half-covered by a piece of red cloth, and there was a burst of crackling firecrackers, and the wine shop was opened.

When a guest comes in, the waiter informs him that he will be waiting for him tomorrow.

Some people are wondering, what's the point of not welcoming customers even though they're open?

The guys, working in twos and threes, carried bamboos one by one, one by one, and sent them to the kitchen.

Only the sound of sawing was heard, but no smoke was seen rising.

The door was open, but the shopkeeper told me that it was closed.

The less they can eat, the more curious the diners become. What has happened to this century-old noodle shop? It has turned into a wine shop. It sets off firecrackers but does not welcome guests. Why?

After a while, many people gathered on the street.

The shopkeeper was covered in sweat. Fortunately, he had been on the street for so many years and explained repeatedly, so no one caused trouble.

Mu Li was sitting in the private room on the second floor, looking coldly and not interfering.

The diners thought that since the restaurant was closed, they might as well come back tomorrow.

When Gu Beichen returned home, Mu Li had returned. Uncle Chen told him that the lady was in the study.

"The absence of meat makes people thin, and the absence of bamboo makes people vulgar. People who are thin can still be fat, but scholars and vulgar people cannot." Gu Beichen saw the ink characters on the rice paper, which was very grand.

"Li'er, did you write it?" Gu Beichen was shocked again.

Mu Li nodded.

This girl is becoming more and more unpredictable.

"Since you are not going back to Feng's house, let's call you Li Feng from now on. Don't prepare all the women's clothes. Let Chen Ma make a few more men's clothes. They can be black or dark." Mu Li looked at the clothes on his body and said.

Only then did Gu Beichen remember that the men's clothes Mu Li was wearing should be the clothes of the servant that Chen Ma had found.

He is a bit tall and is not suitable to give her his clothes. If he dresses up as a boy in the future, he will have to make more clothes.

It was just that these clothes were too late, due to lack of consideration on his part. He quickly took two new unworn shirts and sent them to Chen Ma, asking her to change them first, and then make several sets of clothes for Mu Li.

He also told the housekeeper that from now on there will be no Miss Mu Li in the house, only Master Li Feng, who is Gu Beichen's distant cousin.

This early in the morning, Mu Li went to the wine shop. Gu Beichen didn't see her eating. He was a little upset, but he couldn't pursue it. He had to go to the official department, so he couldn't go to the wine shop to help. He could see her every day when he returned home.

Quite contented.

It is good for children to have a long relationship, but he has more important things to do, so he cannot be arrogant.

"Master, you're here so early." As soon as the shopkeeper opened the door, he saw Mu Li sitting in front of the counter.

"Chef Liu is here too." Mu Li saw Chef Liu behind him at a glance.

"Shopkeeper, today we are focusing on the Quan Bamboo Banquet." Mu Li ordered.

Chef Liu was stunned. He only knew how to make noodles before. How to make this bamboo?

"Master, I, I don't know how to cook, I can only make noodles." Chef Liu was a tall man, and his face was red with embarrassment.

Mu Li said calmly, "It's okay, I can."

"Xiao Wu, since you're here, go take this character to the back and frame it with bamboo." Mu Li handed over the character.

Xiao Wu was stunned for a moment, frame word?

"Go ahead, you will do this from now on. If you don't understand, just ask me." Mu Li smiled faintly, becoming more friendly.

This master looks handsome and looks even better when he smiles.

"Buy more spring bamboo shoots, some chickens, some..." Mu Li said a lot, and the shopkeeper remembered it clearly.

Mu Li was very satisfied with the shopkeeper, Lao Zhang, who was honest, honest and not glib.

In fact, everyone in the noodle shop is very honest and honest. Birds of a feather flock together and people are divided into groups, so they will naturally recruit the same people. The waiters are not only honest, but also very hard-working.

Of course, there are also special ones, like Xiao Wu, who is not only fast with legs and feet, but also very clever.

When the shopkeeper came back from shopping, Xiao Wu happened to frame the words. Mu Li was very satisfied with it. The rice paper was fixed with bamboo knots around it. It was somewhat similar to the sign at the door, but Gu Beichen specially made the sign out of wood and spray-painted the black characters.

Gold powder is naturally much more atmospheric.

The characters framed by bamboo joints are inherently beautiful, but because they are surrounded by bamboo, they look quite fresh.

"We will use all the bamboo cups, bamboo chopsticks, bamboo bowls, and bamboo plates we made yesterday. Put those porcelain plates in the back first and keep them for later use." Mu Li ordered again.

The guys didn't know why, but they were obedient. The master let him do it, so he had his reasons.

The shopkeeper sat at the front, and the guys started cleaning. Xiao Wu placed the bamboo plaque at the most conspicuous place at the door.

Mu Li was very satisfied to see him like this.

She led Chef Liu to the back.

Mu Li was very neat, and after a while, several dishes were placed on the table.

"Braised bamboo brocade, step-pot bamboo white, sweet bamboo braised pork, braised bamboo with bean sprouts, bamboo salt mushroom taro, and the staple food is bamboo glaze roasted wheat."

Chef Liu swallowed hard at the sight.

"Remember?" Mu Li asked.

Chef Liu nodded and shook his head.

"There's no rush. You cook each dish first, and I'll be there. If there are guests later, I will help you cook." Mu Li comforted him and told him not to be nervous.

Chef Liu looked at her, his face still flushed.

The master is fair-skinned and is very good at cooking. He has tasted all these dishes. They are simply delicious, fresh and fragrant, and the buds on the tip of the tongue can't stop eating them.

"Why didn't we welcome guests yesterday? Lao Zhang, why are you letting us eat bamboo on the first day we open the door?" A diner came in and said sarcastically when he saw an ink painting of bamboo placed in a conspicuous place.

He didn't read the words on the painting, so naturally he wouldn't appreciate it.

"Master Li, please come in. This store has changed its owner to a young man. Now I am working as a long-term worker." The shopkeeper said humbly.

"Hey, it's a young master. Let's try it first. If it tastes good, I'll come here more often. Is there a chance to meet the master?" Mr. Li smiled, a little wretchedly.

"My young master doesn't come here often, why don't you try the food first?" the shopkeeper said with a flattering look on his face. He really hoped to keep this first customer.

"Well, neighbors in the street, forget it, I'll give you face." Mr. Li said, with a lot of arrogance on his face.

The shopkeeper didn't look at him and quickly asked the waiter to serve tea.

Fill the bamboo cup with bamboo leaf tea, and the fragrance immediately overflows.

Mr. Li glanced at him with disdain on his face.

This man is so poor that he has no porcelain cups, bamboo joints to make cups, and even tea leaves. Can bamboo leaves be used as tea?
Chapter completed!