Enter the Room

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 Shi, 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, Manager Zhou 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 was of medium height, with dark skin, but handsome, with a red face holding a cup of tea, he could only 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 lowered.

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 see him, he is indeed a talented person, and his reputation is well-deserved."

He proactively stepped forward and lightly touched Zhou Zheng's wine cup, holding the teapot, and drank three cups in a row.

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

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

Yuan Yunzhong said politely: "You can't drink alcohol today, if there is any impoliteness, please invite all 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 predicament 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 he 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!"

He said, drank his own wine in one gulp, and said: "I respect you, young master. If you like, young master, I will drink three cups."

After Yuan Yunzhong heard this, he looked back at Song Jiyun who was beside him helplessly, and said, "Master Wang is too embarrassing for me, it's not good to be casual!"

That 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 was also laughing, and was still looking at her and Yuan Yunzhong smiling, with joy and satisfaction in the corners of his eyes and brows.

Song Jiyun was stunned.

Wouldn't her mother like Yuan Yunzhong more and more?

She looked at Han Niang.

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

Song Jiyun looked away, watching Song Li and Xiang Yang come to toast Yuan Yunzhong one after the other, 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 chicken soup in a crock pot, 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 the air with her hands.

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.

As soon as his hand hurts, the crock pot tilts... and he is about to splash his head on Han Niang's face.

Everyone exclaimed in unison.

Yuan Yunzhong, however, quickly grabbed the ears 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 asked hurriedly.

Yuan Yunzhong shook his head and stretched out his hand.

Fingers are red, but luckily no blisters.

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

Folk remedies, lettuce oil can cure burns.

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

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

Mrs. Luo also came to her senses, ran over and pressed Hanniang 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 looked a little pitiful, and wanted to say a few words for her, but thinking of Yuan Yunzhong's red hands, she finally said nothing.

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

Qian Shi nodded straight, and wanted to pat Yuan Yunzhong's hand like his own child, but felt that it was inappropriate.

Mrs. Luo was even more grateful.

"It's okay. No surprises!" Seeing the solemn atmosphere, Wang Dahai hurriedly got 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, and they revealed what happened just now.

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

She is very strict, especially for such accident-prone banquets, 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 the silly girl 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 fast: "What are Miss Song doing, what am I doing?"