After giving the gifts, Jiang Ciyou and Yan Feng walked towards their table at the door.
No one was seated yet, so they had to wait.
Yan Feng's cell phone rang in the middle of the conversation.
He glanced at his cell phone and hurried towards the garden at the side door.
Jiang Ciyou knew it was Xia Ling who called.
But she didn't care and began to admire the antiques in the banquet hall.
A whole wall of Song Dynasty blue and white porcelain is truly jaw-dropping.
After a while, a little girl came over.
"Are you Mrs. Yan?"
Jiang Ciyou turned around gracefully: "What's the matter?"
"I am Bai Qian, the granddaughter of the commander of the Beijing Military Region. May I ask for your recipe for the Li Wang Flower?"
Before Jiang Ciyou could say anything, the little girl quickly spoke.
"I can buy the formula from you at any price."
Jiang Ciyou smiled and said, "This recipe is not an important secret. I made it for fun. If Miss Bai likes it, I'll give it to you."
The girl's eyes sparkled with joy: "Can you really give it to me?"
"Okay, add me on WeChat and I'll send you the recipe in the evening."
The little girl quickly added Jiang Ciyou on WeChat.
At this time, several young girls came over and said, "I want one too, I want one too, Mrs. Yan, can you add me on WeChat too?"
Jiang Ciyou was confused by this situation, but he still added WeChat one by one and promised to send the recipes to them one by one in the evening.
Just kidding, these girls are either the mayor's daughters, the daughters of top chaebols, or even the granddaughters of the central party secretary.
Jiang Xiaoxiao watched from afar as a group of Beijing celebrities gathered around Jiang Ciyu and added him on WeChat.
She gnashed her teeth in anger and complained to Yao Shulan, "Mom, are they stupid? A bunch of Beijing celebrities are trying to please Jiang Ciyou. What do they want?"
Yao Shulan said calmly, "They are not stupid. The guests gave so many gifts, but only her gift caught the old lady's eye. They just want to please Old Madam Bo after getting the recipe."
Yao Shulan sighed lightly: "Among those people, one will definitely become the young mistress of the Bo family."
Jiang Xiaoxiao snorted, "What's the point of pleasing the old lady? It's up to Bo Jinxiu to decide who to marry. Maybe Bo Jinyan doesn't like these rich princesses who have been disciplined by all kinds of dogmas, and instead likes the unruly Cinderellas?"
Yao Shulan seemed to see through Jiang Xiaoxiao's thoughts.
"Xiaoxiao, our Jiang family is one of the most prestigious families in Rongcheng, but compared with the daughters of the rich in Beijing, we are far behind. The Bo family is not something that a small family like us can dream of."
Yao Shulan said soothingly: "Mom will definitely find you a very good family in Rongcheng."
"Mom, you also said that Rongcheng is not as good as Beijing. People always want to move up. Besides, how do you know that Bo Jinxiu doesn't like me if you don't give it a try?"
Yao Shulan shook her head, looking helpless.
Sometimes family background is an insurmountable mountain. Rich people are more realistic than ordinary people, especially aristocratic families, who pay more attention to matching each other.
The story of the prince and Cinderella only exists in fairy tales.
On the other side, several little girls surrounded Jiang Ciyou and called her sister.
Jiang Ciyou also followed their sister's call, making the little girls particularly happy.
But the young ladies were only kind to her, and they were still competing secretly with each other and refused to give in to each other.
"I met that guy last month, and he praised me for becoming more beautiful."
"Before the old lady sent out the invitation, no one knew that Brother Bo was in Rongcheng. You are simply lying."
"I'm lying, but isn't it disgusting to call you Brother Bo? Are you very familiar with Bo Jinxiu? You haven't talked to him yet."
Several little girls were quarreling fiercely.
Jiang Ciyou finally understood what was said.
These people all like Bo Jinxiu.
However, Jiang Ciyou didn't understand.
Obviously, their wealth and status are at the top of the world pyramid, so why do they all seem to be determined to marry Bo Jinxiu?
Bai Qian seemed to see through Jiang Ciyou's doubts.
Embarrassed explanation: "Sister Jiang, we all like Bo Jinxiu. It's not because of his title as the richest man in the Bo family. If you see him, you will understand. Once you have seen his face, there is no other man in the world who can compare with him."
Jiang Ciyou laughed.
It turns out they are a group of people who are obsessed with looks.
Jiang Ciyou understood, she also liked good-looking men.
I fell in love with that guy in the first place, not only did we have sex after drinking, but I also kept him for three years afterwards, all because I was attracted by his looks and was fascinated by his sex.
"The Master is back!"
The housekeeper hurried in and ran towards the old lady.
The originally bustling banquet hall suddenly became quiet.
Everyone looked towards the door.
Could the young master the housekeeper was referring to be Bo Jinxiu?
I heard that Mrs. Bo gave birth to three daughters and her only son when she was in her forties.
The young ladies who had been chattering around him had fallen silent.
He looked towards the door with excitement and anticipation.
Jiang Ciyou also followed their gaze and looked towards the door.
A long leg stepped in.
The man was dressed very formally, in a custom-made suit and a dark blue tie.
He is tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, a straight back and perfect body proportions. His long legs seem to be stepping on the hearts of girls with every step he takes.
Judging from her figure, she is indeed a top-notch one.
Jiang Ciyou was also silently admiring in his heart.
Then his eyes moved from bottom to top and fell on the man's face.
When Jiang Ciyou saw the man's face clearly, his body stiffened instantly.
As if he was under a spell, Jiang Ciyou felt his blood solidify instantly.
The facial features were extremely superior, and the curve of the jaw was carved with a knife, as if it was Nuwa's most proud work.
His skin was also very white, the kind of cold white that was almost otherworldly.
It is like the finest white porcelain fired in a thousand-year-old cave, which has been tempered by fierce fire and has given birth to a pure and ultimate beauty.
But his lips were red, as if he had put on lipstick.
This red saves the sense of fragmentation brought by the cold white, as if the gods in the sky were stripped of their bones and banished to the mortal world, but were still born in the families of kings, princes, generals and ministers, and are naturally noble.
His temperament was even more cold and extraordinary, and he brought a chill wherever he went.
The man's gaze did not stay on Jiang Ciyou's face for even a second.
I passed her by quickly.
Jiang Ciyou was still standing there in a daze.
After a long time, he asked, "Who is he?"
The little girls around were chattering.
"It's Bo Jinxiu, the one and only one in the Beijing circle."
"I haven't seen him for three years. He seems more handsome and cooler than before."
"Didn't someone say he wanted to chase him? But just now he didn't even dare to say hello!"
"You too!"
The little girls started quarreling again.
Only Jiang Ciyou couldn't recover for a long time.
Is it him?
That's impossible...