MTL - Enter the Room-Chapter 41

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  Chapter 41

  Yuan Yunzhong didn't seem to hear it.

  He quietly turned the teacup in his hand.

  Han Niang was even more dissatisfied, she hummed and wanted to flirt with Yuan Yunzhong, but Yuan Yunzhong glanced at Qian, got up suddenly, and walked quickly towards Song Jiyun.

  Song Jiyun is toasting Zhou Zheng, the shopkeeper in charge of purchasing.

"Nowadays, Su Ni Ma Qing materials are rare, and there are often confusions between Pi Tang Qing, Hui Qing, and Zhe Qing. Fortunately, Zhou Guanshi has a bright eye, so the supply of glaze at home is sufficient, and there has never been a mistake." She said, "I'll drink three cups of tea, you can do whatever you want. Thank you for your hard work and hard work for the Songjiayao factory all these years."

   Zhou Zheng is twenty-five years old this year. He has been an apprentice in the Songjia Kiln Factory since he was eight years old. He is the youngest of these big shopkeepers and master masters.

  He is of medium height, with dark skin, but handsome, with a red face holding a cup of tea, all he can do is murmur: "Miss is serious!"

Song Jiyun smiled, and was about to drink the teacup in one gulp, but a pair of white and slender hands covered the mouth of the cup, and Yuan Yunzhong's deep but still clear voice came from beside his ears: "Let me pay my respects on your behalf." Big shopkeeper and master master! Sometimes drinking tea is more uncomfortable than drinking alcohol."

   In the last sentence, his voice became even lower.

   Like a whisper, she could even smell the incense of laurel on his body.

  Song Jiyun couldn't help being in a daze.

  Yuan Yunzhong had already taken her teacup, raised his hand towards Zhou Zheng, and said in a warm voice: "I have admired the name of shopkeeper Zhou for a long time, and today I meet him. He is indeed a talented person, and his reputation is well-deserved."

  He took the initiative to touch Zhou Zheng's wine cup lightly, held the teapot, and drank three cups in a row.

   After drinking, I showed the teapot to everyone, looking very refreshed.

   Everyone had a good impression of him at first, but now it is even better.

  Yuan Yunzhong said politely: "You can't drink alcohol today. If there is any impoliteness, please invite the big shopkeepers and masters Haihan!"

  Songjia Kiln Factory can become the No. 1 in Jingdezhen, except for Song Youliang, everyone here has also put in a lot of hard work, and no one wants this ship to capsize.

  But the old owner passed away suddenly, leaving no heirs who could take on the responsibility of running the kiln factory, and because they had no sons and fell into the dilemma of property disputes, they were also at a loss and didn't know what to do.

   Now that Yuan Yunzhong is able to support his words and deeds, he will inevitably pin his hopes on him and become more enthusiastic about him.

  Wang Dahai simply picked up the jug in front of him and poured himself a glass of wine, and took the initiative to respect Yuan Yunzhong: "Young master, what are you talking about! We are all rough people, and we can't speak. If you are rude, you must be tolerant!"

   As he spoke, he drank his own wine in one gulp, and said, "I respect you, young master. If you like, young master, I'll drink three cups."

  Yuan Yunzhong heard this, and looked back at Song Jiyun who was beside him helplessly, and said, "The shopkeeper Wang is too embarrassing for me, this is not good to drink casually!"

  The teasing tone and intimate attitude seemed like a husband who had been wronged outside and complained to his wife.

  As if they were a loving couple.

  Everyone laughed.

  Luo Zixing even joined in the fun and said: "Don't worry, Mr. Yuan, he is really not being polite to you. After all, you also said just now that sometimes drinking tea is more uncomfortable than drinking alcohol."

   Everyone laughed even harder.

   Song Jiyun just wanted to curse.

  She glanced at Qian Shi quickly.

  Qian Shi is also laughing, and she is still smiling at her and Yuan Yunzhong, with joy and satisfaction in the corners of her eyes and brows.

  Song Jiyun was stunned.

   Her mother won't like Yuan Yunzhong more and more, right?

  She looked at Han Niang.

  Han Niang lowered her eyes, bit her lip, looking pitiful.

  Song Jiyun withdrew his gaze, watching Song Li and Xiang Yang come to toast Yuan Yunzhong one by one, and talked about their respective skills.

  Yuan Yunzhong was quite surprised, and said: "I know about glazing, but I didn't expect that there is a special master for casting?"

Xiang Yang said respectfully: "Actually, there are special masters for billet repairing. But I am good at drawing billets and billet repairing. When my boss was here, I entrusted these two processes to me, and I was also in charge of billet repairing in the kiln. .”

  Yuan Yunzhong nodded, and did not neglect Song Li: "I know that a painter is needed to burn porcelain. Is there any difference between glaze and painter?"

  Song Li patiently explained his doubts.

  Han Niang got up and walked towards Yuan Yunzhong.

  A servant brought over a crockpot chicken soup, a famous Liang County dish.

  Han Niang gave way to the boy, but for some reason, her foot slipped, and she rushed towards the hot chicken soup.

  She screamed in fright, scratching in the air.

  The boy's face changed, and he hurriedly raised the earthen pot in his hand to avoid it, but he was so unlucky that Han Niang grabbed his arm.

  His hand hurts, and the crock pot tilts... It's about to splash on Han Niang's face.

  Everyone exclaimed in unison.

  Yuan Yunzhong quickly grabbed the ear of the crock pot with quick eyesight, and then carried the pot of chicken soup to the table, shaking his hands until it was so hot.

   "Mr. Yuan, are you alright?" Xiang Yang next to him hurriedly asked.

  Yuan Yunzhong shook his head and stretched out his hand.

  Finger is red, but luckily no blisters.

   But this still made Qian Shi who came straight over feel distressed. He was so anxious that he ordered the servant to invite the doctor, and then ordered the maid to go to the kitchen to get lettuce oil.

  A folk remedy, lettuce oil can cure burns.

  Yuan Yunzhong calmed down, and turned his head to comfort Qian: "It doesn't matter, just give me a basin of cold water to soak in."

   "Okay, good, good!" At this time, Qian Shi, Yuan Yunzhong said what.

   Mrs. Luo also came to her senses, ran over and pressed Han Niang to apologize to Yuan Yunzhong: "If it weren't for Mr. Yuan, you would be disfigured."

  Han Niang was still in shock, her face was almost transparent, she could only murmur "I'm sorry" to Yuan Yunzhong.

   Qian Shi looked a little pitiful, and wanted to say a few words for her, but thinking of Yuan Yunzhong's red hand, she finally said nothing.

   On the contrary, Yuan Yunzhong said leniently and generously to Mrs. Qian and Mrs. Luo: "This is also an accident, and no one wants it to happen."

  Mr. Qian nodded straightly, wanting to pat Yuan Yunzhong's hand like his own child, but felt inappropriate.

   Mrs. Luo is even more grateful.

   "It's okay. No surprises!" Seeing the solemn atmosphere, Wang Dahai hurriedly stood up and said, "Come on, come on, come on, everyone quickly divide this can of chicken soup. This can of chicken soup is hard-won!"

  Everyone laughed loudly, and they revealed what happened just now.

   Song Jiyun, who had been watching coldly and silently, felt a little strange.

  She is extremely strict, especially for banquets that are prone to accidents, and the nanny in charge will repeatedly check the tableware restaurant and tell the servants and maids to pay attention.

   Didn't see anything out of the ordinary either.

  How could Hanniang slip her feet?

  When she sat down just now, she deliberately rubbed her feet on the floor where Hanniang was standing, not slippery.

so…

  Song Jiyun approached Yuan Yunzhong with a smile, and said softly: "What were you doing just now?"

  He laughed softly, the laughter seemed to reverberate in his chest, but his tone was light and quick: "What is Miss Song doing, what am I doing?"

  (end of this chapter)