On the first of the third month, after travelling for half a month, Rong Ling and the others finally arrived at the capital.

At that time, the inauguration ceremony for the change of dynasty had already ended. The crown prince had already ascended to the rank of new emperor and was being worshipped by a hundred officials.

Rong Ling kept a low profile in the city and did not disturb anyone. She did not even return to Third Prince's Mansion and instead stayed in Rong Ling's residence near the north gate.

Liu Wei did not want to be tangled on this issue anymore, so she hurriedly helped his grandmother into the room. She then familiarly brought her to the best room in the side yard, which was filled with warmth during the winter and cool during the summer.

After they settled their grandmother down, the rest of the people began to pack up as well. The courtyard wasn't big, but it wasn't small either. It was fine to have around a dozen people living there.

Because it was too late today, and there was no one living in the courtyard, and no food available, they were unable to set up a party. Thus, Liu Wei decided to bring everyone out to eat.

Rong Ling could not go. Half of the capital knew Rong Ling's face, and if he followed him, her target would be exposed.

Liu Wei brought a group of people to the best restaurant in the North City, but because they were stuck at food, there were no seats left, but Liu Wei was not worried at all, after speaking with the shopkeeper for a while, the shopkeeper had eagerly arranged for them a private room.

Everyone was happy, they had travelled continuously for half a month, and now they could finally have a good meal. Everyone talked at once about ordering the dishes, and Wei Chou intentionally asked Liu Wei: "Can I really order anything?"

Liu Wei said that she was the one treating, but this restaurant did not seem to be cheap, if they really ordered it casually, how could Liu Wei, the iron rooster, bear to do so?

After Wei Chou asked this, the rest of them also became silent. After a while, Yue Dansheng tried to smooth things over: "Eat as much as you want, as long as you are full."

Zhong Ziyu quickly chimed in: "Right, as long as you're full, there's no need to waste food. I think dumplings are pretty good, how about we eat some dumplings?"

Come to the most expensive restaurant, you want to eat dumplings? Why don't you go to a roadside stall and eat dumplings for two dollars?

Wei Chou was unhappy, with a taut face, she used her chopsticks to poke at the bowl.

Liu Wei did not spoil everyone's mood, and spoke grandly: "If you want to eat, just order whatever you want, don't think about the money. Talking about money means that you look down on me, this small amount is nothing to me."

This tone was extremely arrogant.

Everyone who knew Liu Wei's stingy personality immediately became silent.

It was still Wei Chou who reacted the fastest. He said: "Since that's what you said, then I'll really go for it." After saying that, he did not even bother to call for the waiter. Instead, he rushed downstairs and went to the counter to order some dishes.

Liu Wei was especially disgusted with his petty attitude and said disdainfully: "Do you know what we love to eat? You've ordered it all by yourself, is it enough to eat? "

"Don't worry, it will definitely be enough." Wei Chou was extremely confident.

The others weren't people with multiple appetites. They thought that since it was enough, it was fine. As for the dishes, they weren't chosen. It was fine as long as they could eat them.

A quarter of an hour later, the dishes were placed on the table one after another. Everyone was looking at one dish, two dishes, three dishes and twelve dishes …

The table couldn't be put down any longer, so the waiter came in and set up another large table in the corner of the room.

He then continued to serve dishes. Thirteen dishes, twenty-two dishes, thirty-one dishes …

Everyone, "…"

Liu Wei asked suspiciously: "You ordered two tables worth of banquets?"

"No." Wei Chou raised her head, puffed out her chest and said: "I will have shopkeeper take out the first ten pages of the menu, one serving each."

Everyone, "…"

Liu Wei could not help but laugh, "Can you finish it?"

Wei Chou was afraid that she would regret it and immediately said, "If you can't finish, bring them back. There's no need to cook tomorrow, Miss Fang Que and Miss Ji Jin will cook everyday. I'm not tired, can you let me rest?"

In this period of time outside, everyone had basically relied on Fang Que and Ji Jin to cook their meals to extend their lives. Liu Wei had actually mentioned about wanting to help, but wasn't it rejected by the majority of the votes?

Fang Que and Ji Jin had indeed worked hard during this period of time.

The two girls didn't think it was anything important, but since Liu Wei didn't mind ordering more dishes, they decided to start eating.

The experiment proved that the thirty-one dishes would definitely not be finished.

They had only eaten one table, and at the other table, there were nineteen dishes. Almost without moving, Liu Wei had the waiter pack all the dishes, and while the waiter was busy, Liu Wei went to the first floor to check out the bill.

Wei Chou read from the stairs on the second floor. The more she read, the more surprised she became: "She can actually bear to see the sun rise from the west?"

Ji Nanzheng couldn't help but speak up for his granddaughter, "You'er usually takes care of the family, but she's not stingy either. You guys shouldn't plot her behind her back."

Wei Chou rubbed her nose, her mouth was short after eating, she had already eaten, so she could not say anything bad about Liu Wei.

Just then, Fang Que suddenly exclaimed, she took out a black bag from her pocket: "Isn't sister-in-law's purse on me? What's she going to pay for it? "

Once she said that, everyone was stunned. Then, they saw Liu Wei walking up to them with a smile on her face and casually asking: "Have you packed all the dishes? "Alright, then let's go back."

Wei Chou pointed to the purse in Fang Que's hand and asked, "Your money pouch?"

Liu Wei looked at the money bag and suddenly slapped her forehead. She then said: "I thought I didn't bring any money to go out, but I left it with you. You keep it, I don't have any sleeves on me, there's no place to put it."

When Liu Wei saw that the prepared dishes were all carried away by Zhong Ziyu, Yue Dansheng and the State Grandmaster, she waved her hand and led the way: "Let's go back. Rong Ling still has not eaten."

Liu Wei walked out of the restaurant with a swagger, while Wei Chou carefully followed behind her. Wei Chou was very nervous, he was afraid that the manager of the restaurant would rush out and say that they were eating an overbearing meal, then beat them up. But the strange thing was, everyone had left the restaurant far, far away, and there wasn't anyone from the restaurant.

The group of people returned home in confusion. On the other side, inside the Seventh Prince's Mansion, Rong Su, who was in the middle of a discussion with Qin Wushuang and Li Jun, was alarmed by a knock on the door.

Rong Su called out with an extremely serious expression, "Come in."

The door to the study was opened. Outside, the butler was holding a bill from the restaurant and handing it to his mistress with a head full of sweat.

Then he saw the amount on the bill.

Rong Su, "…"

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