The General’s Little Peasant Wife
Chapter 105: Know the news
Xiao Ziyan took the next person to Linglu’s study room and frowned at the people on the side: "Is the child in the world never come out?"
"See Shi Zikai, Shizi has never been out."
"Let's go on, Benedict himself can go in." Xiao Ziyi waved and let them go.
The two looked at each other and blocked them in front of Xiao Ziyan: "The son of the world forgive me, and the son said that he would not let anyone in."
"Let's relax." Xiao Ziyan looked cold and looked at the two men with anger.
In this home, besides Hou Ye and Mrs. Hou, who is she afraid of? Even Mrs. Hou’s wife had to give her a three-point face, just because her father was Xiao Wang.
Ling Luo in the study heard the sound outside, and his eyes flashed a disgust, and the painting was collected, and he got up and went out.
"What are you doing here?"
Xiao Ziyan heard Ling Luo’s voice, and there was some grievance: “Fei Jun, I just heard that Fumanlou has a new dish and some wine, so I want to ask you to try it together.”
"I know, you go outside and wait for me, I will change clothes." Ling Luo frowned and wanted to refuse, but after seeing Xiao Ziyan's expectations, he finally compromised.
Xiao Ziyan’s face finally showed a smile: “I know, then I will go out waiting for you.”
Ling Luo sighed, watching Xiao Ziyan leave, helplessly sighed, step by step wrong, now it is impossible to turn back.
Turned back to the room and changed clothes and went to Fufulou with Xiao Zizhen.
The treasure shopkeeper saw Ling Luo, with a smile on his face: "I have seen Ling Shizi, Shi Zi."
"Give us a quiet box." Ling Luo faintly told.
"Shizi please."
Ling Luo went upstairs behind Xiao Er, and Xiao Ziyan couldn't help but frown when he saw the people in the hall.
After going to Lingluo, he went to the box. Once he arrived in the box, Xiao Zizhen couldn’t help but complain: "There are so many Fumanlou people, there are so many messy people."
"I don't want to say anything like this after the sable." Ling Luo looked at Xiao Ziyan and screamed coldly.
Others don't know, can he still know? The owner behind this Fu Man Building is actually Xiao Yu Tian.
Those who can come to Fumanlou to eat are also rich and expensive. She said that such words would only be troublesome if they were heard.
Xiao Ziyan wanted to refute and nodded after seeing Ling Luo’s unhappy look: "I know."
"Yep."
"Put some of your signature dishes and take the altar and come over."
"Shizi apologizes, apricot flower wine, peach blossom wine and bamboo leaf green have been sold out." Xiao Er said with some helplessness.
After a little lazy Ling Luo, after hearing the words of Xiao Er, his eyes widened: "You just said that what wine is sold out here?"
Xiao Er was a little embarrassed and scratched his head. He saw that Ling Luo was a little scared. Ling Luo was anxious: "Speak."
Xiao Eryi, the spirit is finally awake: "Peach blossom wine, apricot wine, pure brew, bamboo leaf green has disappeared."
Ling Luo fell in a chair, peach wine? It must be her, these wines must have been brewed by her.
She used to be so good, and she wanted to make such a wine.
She is an internationally renowned sommelier. Is it the most contacted wine?
Xiao Zizhen looked at Ling Luo’s heart with a bad feeling: "What happened to you? Is it okay?"
Ling Liao's feelings about bursting out of the air, after hearing Xiao Zi's words, like being poured a cold water, from the head to the feet, this taste is really uncomfortable.
"I'm fine." Ling Luo smiled and turned to look at Xiao Er: "Is there any other wine?"
"Yes, there is another one that has just been launched, and there are still a few altars."
"All sent over."
"Yes."
After Xiao Er’s departure, Ling Luo’s eyes have been awkward. Xiao Zi’s on the side saw Ling Luo, his face was very dark and ugly.
When did Ling Luo see this? Why did the whole person change when I heard the names of these altar wines?
What is the relationship between this wine name and him? One problem after another emerged, so that Xiao Zizhen had an illusion that could not be grasped.