Chapter 213 It was her
"No, you are busy with your work, I am alone, don't delay your business because of me, just find someone to take me up."
Shopkeeper Huang saw that she was so considerate, stroked his beard with relief, and called to the door, "Zhang San."
Zhang San?
Murong raised an eyebrow.
Zhang San saw the shopkeeper calling him again, and came to them with a terrified expression, his voice involuntarily lowered a little, and asked anxiously, "The shopkeeper, what is your order?"
Could it be that he said something inappropriate to this girl just now, and the shopkeeper wanted to vent her anger?
Shopkeeper Huang seriously instructed: "Take this girl to the best private room upstairs and serve me for a long time. The account is all on my head, do you understand?"
Zhang San breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't to teach him a lesson, so he nodded and said, "Yes, I understand. Girl, please come here."
Murong nodded, suddenly turned around and asked, "Manager Huang, shouldn't there be another person named Li Si here?"
Shopkeeper Huang said blankly, "How did the girl know?"
Murong Lingran laughed and said, "It's okay, I just guessed it."
On the second floor, Zhang San was about to open the nearest private room. Murong looked at the innermost private room and said, "Is there anyone in that room?"
"The girl likes that room? It's the Furong Room. There are many hawkers downstairs and it's quite noisy, but if the girl likes it, the little girl can bring her there."
"Well, it's work."
After arriving at the Furong Room, Murong Lingran ordered a few dishes at random, and then asked him to prepare one for him to pack and take away, and let him go down.
She didn't come here for enjoyment. Before the food was served, Murong Lingran came to the window and opened it. Looking down, a wide and lively street appeared in front of her.
And on the opposite side of her is a stall selling flowers.
Sure enough, it was this room. Aunt Yang said just now that they got wet by the side of the stall selling first flowers.
When you pour water from here, you can pour it on whoever you want.
I heard from my father that a whole pot of water should have been poured down here. Those who can use the pot here are probably the only people who work here.
At this moment, Zhang San brought the food.
Mr. Huang's good intentions, she never let it down. After all, she was a partner. After instructing Zhang San to go down, she returned to the table and ate more than half of each dish.
Well, the taste is not as good as what she made herself, but it's not bad.
When I was seventy percent full, I was thinking of going down to the first floor to see if there were any clues, when I heard the voice of a familiar and unfamiliar woman outside the door.
"Strange, there is no sound in the room, there should be no guests, why are there footprints at the door?"
Murong frowned, and before he could recall who the owner of the voice was, the door was rudely pushed open with a bang.
Murong Lingran was sitting right in front of the door, and their eyes met unexpectedly.
Seeing the person coming, most of the doubts in Murong Lingran's heart were immediately resolved, it turned out to be her, sitting lazily on the chair, and said in a leisurely manner: "Who am I, it turns out to be Aunt Du, I didn't expect that we would be there. I can still see it here. I haven't seen it for a few months, and my aunt seems to be doing pretty well."
That's right, the person in front of her is Du Shi who stole a purse at Ruyi Embroidery Village last time to frame her A-Niang, but she exposed the conspiracy instead.
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