Chapter 2075： It's not polite to entangle any more.

Gu Nuo'er looked up.

Feng Ruoxin got off the carriage and walked quickly with her skirt up.

Her maid hurriedly followed behind her.

Gu Nuo'er saw her face, and her eyes turned cold.

It's her again.

Feng Ruoxin ran to Gu Nuoer and blessed herself.

"The last time I got help from Her Royal Highness, I always wanted to find an opportunity to thank you."

Gu Nuo'er's bright eyes were black and her tone was dignified: "I also want to cross the bridge, so it's a little effort, and Miss Feng doesn't need to worry about it."

Feng Ruoxin smiled shyly: "As a person, I will repay any kindness, otherwise I won't be able to sleep at night."

"I originally prepared a set of tea sets. Last time, I wanted to ask Lord Hou to hand it over on his behalf, but Lord Hou was not free, so I had to pass by the door of the sugar shop by myself every day, trying to try my luck."

Gu Nuo'er was stunned: "Brother To Siming handed over?"

Feng Ruoxin raised his head, and there was confusion in his eyes: "Yes, didn't the Marquis tell the princess?"

The next moment, she waved her hand: "It's not a big problem, Her Royal Highness, this is for you."

Feng Ruoxin took a package from the hand of the maid Yuehe.

In the boxy box, there is a set of exquisite tea sets.

Gu Nuo'er's expression was light: "Miss Feng, I said that you are helping you because of your effort, and I will not accept your things."

After all, she turned sideways and left.

Feng Ruoxin took two steps: "But Her Royal Highness..."

Gu Nuo'er looked back at her.

Under the sun, the girl's face was beautiful, but her expression was as cold as ice.

"It will be impolite to entangle any more, Miss Feng." Gu Nuo'er said quietly.

Feng Ruoxin was startled.

She hurriedly bowed her head wisely: "Then... send off Your Highness."

When Feng Ruoxin raised his head again, Gu Nuoer had already boarded the carriage and left.

Qi Jingsheng looked at Feng Ruoxin more, and followed him back to the store.

Yuehe breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the princess was gone.

"Second miss, don't be impulsive next time, the princess doesn't appreciate it at all."

Feng Ruoxin smiled lightly.

"It doesn't matter, the princess is a good person, and it is reasonable not to accept it. I can understand it."

After finishing speaking, Feng Ruoxin turned around and looked at the Four Seasons Sugar Shop.

Her eyes were meaningful, and it took a while to leave.

…

Two days later.

Four Seasons Sugar Shop has launched a new flavor, Lotus Powder Cake.

Because it is an old signboard and it is Princess Yaoguang's shop, the shop was crowded with customers on the first day the cake was launched.

People who came to queue to buy, lined up in a long line until outside the long street.

Among them, a scholar in a robe was unable to hold back while he waited.

He grabbed the servant in the shop and said, "May I ask if your shop has a thatched hut?"

The servant pointed the way: "In the backyard, I'm busy now, so I won't take the guest officer there. You can see it when you pass through the back door."

The scholar nodded again and again: "Thank you."

He hurried to the backyard.

After coming out of the thatched hut, when I passed the kitchen, I could smell the sweet smell coming from it.

Presumably, this is the taste of lotus powder cake!

The scholar couldn't help but lift the curtain and glanced inside.

However, he saw the chef in charge of making the pastry, holding the stove, coughing while covering his mouth.

There was also a helping boy beside him, who handed over a bowl of brown concoction.

"Master Chen, if you are sick, tell Brother Qi quickly!"

Master Chen drank the concoction in one gulp.

He wiped his mouth and shook his head: "There are new pastries in the store recently. If I leave, how can they be so busy? I will go back to recuperate after two more days."

After speaking, he coughed more violently.

The scholar widened his eyes, this is amazing! ?

He raised his voice and scolded: "You are sick, and you are still making cakes here. Do you want to pass the sickness to us?!"

The voice of the scholar was heard by the guests who were queuing in the front hall.