cry!The seven brothers and the rough man are all vying to spoil me

Xuehu almost staggered in shock.

In an instant, he began to despise himself. How could he believe that a fool like Zhou Ruyan would know such news?

He shook his head, not wanting to waste any more time, and strode towards Tianxiang Pavilion.

Zhou Ruyan hurriedly followed, "Young master Xuehu, don't you believe me? What I said is true. She has a token, a piece of jade with white letters on it, and a swaddle."

"Really?" Xuehu stopped and looked at Zhou Ruyan suspiciously.

Zhou Ruyan nodded heavily, "My father has already sent a letter to the capital, saying that the reply letter will be delivered in the past few days."

Xuehu shook his head helplessly, Zhou Bocai was so cautious when facing Zuixiandu, but Zhou Bocai was so stupid when facing this matter.

He didn't want to get involved anymore, and continued to stride away, "Xuehu knows what Miss Zhou wants to say. If Xuehu has time tomorrow, he will definitely accompany Miss Zhou to the theater."

Zhou Ruyan stomped her feet angrily, but she didn't dare to chase after her. She had always been fascinated and afraid of Xuehu.

Although Xuehu dismissed Zhou Ruyan's words, she still had a plan in her heart. If Song Bailian was not the daughter of General Bai, where did her token come from?Could it be related to Song Mengya?

He decided to go back and find someone to investigate this matter. He didn't want to get involved at first, but now it seems that the two things may be related.

When we returned to Tianxiang Pavilion, it was already late, and Xuehu didn't expect Mrs. Jin to be there.

Although the win over Mrs. Jin was unsuccessful, Xuehu has never doubted this woman's courage and usefulness.

He was the first to admit his mistake to Mrs. Jin, "I kept Mrs. Jin waiting for a long time, I really didn't expect Mrs. Jin to come."

"Do you know the art of Xuanmen?" Mrs. Jin cut to the point. She didn't have a good impression of Xuehu, and she came here just to make a deal.

Xuehu looked humble, "I know a little bit, what happened to Mrs. Jin?"

"Will you change the feng shui?" Mrs. Jin couldn't help but gritted her teeth and said, "That little bitch Song Mengya changed the feng shui of the shop opposite my house and affected my business. It's really hateful."

Xuehu frowned. He didn't expect Song Mengya to know Fengshui. What's the origin of this girl?

"Is it okay?" Mrs. Jin's tone was a little impatient when she saw that he was silent.

Xuehu cupped her fists apologetically, "Xiaosheng really doesn't know much about Fengshui, so I'm afraid I can't help Madam."

"Can't help?" Mrs. Jin exploded angrily, "I thought you were a master, but I didn't expect you to be just a guy with nothing but skin. It's so disappointing."

Xuehu smiled instead of anger, "Xiaosheng accepted Mrs. Jin's compliment, but although Xiaosheng can't help you with Fengshui, Xiaosheng is still willing to do his best for other things."

Mrs. Jin was so angry that she didn't speak.

Xuehu said again, "I heard that a culinary competition will be held on the first floor, and I believe the Song family will definitely participate."

Mrs. Jin looked at Xuehu, "You mean to tamper with the cooking competition?"

She pondered for a while, "But since the first floor has the courage to hold this competition, it will definitely not lose, why should I make a move?"

Xuehu smiled, "Mrs. Jin still thinks highly of the first floor. Some of Song Mengya's methods cannot be won by the first floor."

Mrs. Jin stopped talking, and asked Xuehu after a while, "Why don't you cooperate with the first floor?"

"This does not conflict with my cooperation with Jin Fujin." Xuehu smiled lightly.

Mrs. Jin thought for a while before getting up to leave, "If you have any plans, please find someone to deliver a letter to the Jin residence. This time, I will tell Song Mengya to go back to Tiger Village."

"Xiaosheng understands." Xuehu sent Mrs. Jin away with a smile.

In the evening, he went to see Feng Lizhi again, and everything was arranged properly, just waiting for the culinary competition to come.

Ten days later, the autumn cooking competition was breezy and the sky was blue. The venue of the competition was in an open space by the lake. Almost half of the people in Fuyang Town came to watch the excitement.

There are a total of four restaurants participating in the competition, Song Tianrui's Our Family·Ke Lai Xiang, Feng Lizhi's First Floor, and Yi Yi Tian and Dong Lai Shun.

Everyone knows that our family or the first floor must be the winner in the end, and the remaining two are competing for No.3 and No.4.

Song Mengya and others came early, the restaurant was closed today, Li Xiuzhen and the children also asked for leave, and took the opportunity to rest.

As the head of the pavilion, Zhou Bocai was the first to go up to the high platform, said some polite words, and introduced the judges of the competition.

Jiang Yukun, the secretary of Shangshi Food Bureau of Ting County, Zhou Bocai, the kiosk chief of Fuyang Town, Mr. Rong and Mrs. Jin, the representatives of wealthy businessmen, and Zhuge Mingxuan, the gourmet connoisseur.

Song Mengya chuckled, "Feng Lizhi really doesn't want to lose, he has the audacity to find so many fair judges."

Song Tianrui smiled without saying a word.

Song Mengya glanced over the onlookers in the front row, and saw a man in a moon-white brocade robe, she smiled disdainfully again.

"Look, the one over there who nodded at Jiang Yukun, do you know who it is?" She touched Song Tianrui's shoulder.

Song Tianrui thought for a moment, "Could it be someone from Shangshi Bureau? A relative of the Feng family?"

"Brother Seven, you are really getting smarter." Song Mengya shook his head with a smile, "Feng Lizhi's cousin, Feng Yuanzheng."

Song Tianrui looked helpless.

Song Mengya looked again, and suddenly, the smile on her face disappeared, and her expression became serious.

Shen Yinshan followed her gaze and saw a white-clothed man standing opposite, and he became alert for a moment, "Snow Fox."

"Snow Fox?" Song Mengya asked in a low voice, "Do you know him?"

Shen Yinshan nodded, "The people from Drunken Immortal Capital finally came."

Song Mengya asked Shen Yinshan again, "Does he know you?"

Shen Yinshan shook his head.

Song Mengya was a little curious, "How long did you stay in Zuixian back then, why did you know so many people, but none of them knew you."

Shen Yinshan was silent for a while, and then slowly opened his mouth, "It's only been half a year, and I was just a little person with no identity back then, how could someone like Master Xuehu know me."

"Little people?" Song Mengya was a little puzzled, "How can a small person know a big person?"

Shen Yinshan's voice was a little unnatural, "They planned to train me back then, to be a secret."

He was afraid that Song Mengya would not understand, and then explained, "There are a group of the most secret characters in Drunken Immortal City, that is, Anzi. In fact, Anzi is the trump card of Drunken Immortal Capital, and also the trump card among trump cards."

Song Mengya smiled, "If you hadn't left your master back then, wouldn't you be very powerful now?"

Shen Yinshan patted Song Mengya's head helplessly, "I will definitely leave, no matter how many times I have to re-elect, I will leave."

Obviously, in his opinion, Drunken Immortal is a place ten thousand times more terrifying than Blood Drinking Pavilion.