Gu Nuo'er proudly put her hands on her hips and said, "This is called 'Little Crimson Lips'. Is it made with Sydney pear, green plum, green tea, and rock sugar for Mother Hu to boil it. Is it delicious?"

Concubine Qiao nodded sincerely: "Sweet but not greasy, refreshing and delicious, with a sweet aftertaste. Nuobao, when you return to the Autumn Water Palace, you teach Wanyin and Wanxuan, and my mother tells them to do it every day."

Who knows, the little guy's little **** is twisted.

"That's not good, mother, this is the secret recipe of this shop! If you want to drink it, I will cook it for you in the future."

After that, Gu Nuoer suddenly remembered: "That's right, I'm going to remind Mother Hu that the bean paste should be given to my mother the most!"

She stepped on her calves and ran into the backyard in a swipe.

Qiao Guifei smiled and looked at it: "This child really looks like a little shopkeeper."

She sipped the fruit tea lightly again, her beautiful eyes looking around.

The decoration of the store is almost complete, and the furnishings are also exquisite and ingenious.

It can be seen that the people from the Ministry of Industry put a lot of thought into it.

Just as Concubine Qiao was looking around, a few vulgar-looking strong men suddenly poured in at the door!

The man in the lead had a stern look on his face.

"I heard for a long time that the owner of Lao Jiangtou's shop is a rich lady. Today, I want to see how much this lady pays for the site!"

Concubine Qiao frowned slightly, and the old **** head upstairs listened and looked down.

His voice was old, but full of anger: "Zhang Laosan, you are still unreasonable! This shop is already owned by someone else, don't make trouble again!"

The tyrannical man named Zhang Laosan looked up and laughed immediately.

"Yo, old ginger, isn't it dead yet? It's really alive. I tell you, hurry up and take out the valuables in your store to honor me, otherwise, I will smash your store to pieces and make it impossible for you to open it. !"

When Qiao Guifei heard this, although her expression did not change, the tea cup in her hand was placed heavily on the low table beside her.

How much effort Nuo'er has spent in this small shop.

These people want to smash their mouths?

What a brave man.

With this sound, the group of people who came to make trouble turned their eyes away.

Behind Zhang Laosan, a man with a sly-eyed look immediately smiled and pushed him forward.

"Boss, there are beauties!"

Zhang Laosan has never seen such a beautiful woman before.

The gestures are full of grace and luxury.

In those stunning and arrogant eyebrows, there is even more aloof and noble.

Like a beautiful peony that can only be seen from a distance!

Zhang Laosan rubbed his hands and took a few steps closer: "This lady, came alone? If you want to buy something, I will ask them to give it to you for free."

Concubine Qiao's red lips twitched and she smiled softly.

"Here, you have the final say?"

Zhang Laosan suddenly looked full of air: "Of course, this shop was opened by Lao Jiangtou before, you ask him, if he doesn't give money, I will make trouble! There is no opponent of my Zhang Laosan on this street! "

After speaking, he smiled again, his eyes wretched.

"I asked them to give you something for free, let's make friends?"

Ning Chudie over there wanted to take advantage of the fact that they were not paying attention, and was going to quietly report to the official against the wall.

Nai He was seen by the third third Zhang, and he immediately roared: "Stop her! Little bitch, where do you want to go?"

Ning Chudie was startled, and hurriedly hid behind the counter.

These unreasonable troublemakers were about to go to catch Ning Chudie.

Suddenly, a violent cracking sound of a tea cup was heard, accompanied by the screams of the third Zhang.

"Ah! My head! Hey, this stinky **** actually hit me with a tea cup!"

On Zhang Laosan's forehead, strands of blood flowed.

Concubine Qiao stood up and flicked the tea from the red cardamom fingertips.

She hooked her lips and smiled, sharp and cold: "I'll tell you today, who has the final say here."