Duan Yunfei raised an eyebrow. Xuan Ying was only a year younger than him, yet he called him "little guy" without hesitation, not feeling his mouth might burn.
"Do you need me to send you back?" Le Zhao asked, raising an eyebrow.
Duan Yunfei replied, "No need."
Le Zhao raised his voice, "If not, why aren’t you hurrying back?"
Upon hearing this, Duan Yunfei silently got up and left with an umbrella.
Le Zhao grabbed a cloak, put it on, took his sword, and instead of going through the main door, he climbed over the wall and left.
When Shen Qinglan arrived at Shengxiang Restaurant, Xuan Ying happened to be coming out with a dozen people.
Because of the heavy rain, Shengxiang Restaurant had closed early, and since it was still raining, there weren’t many people around.
"Miss Shen, why are you here?"
Seeing her, Xuan Ying was somewhat surprised.
Shen Qinglan asked Xuan Ying, "Can you prepare three carriages for me? The bigger, the better!"
"Of course!" Xuan Ying said, "Please wait a moment."
Xuan Ying let the others go ahead and then led Shen Qinglan into Shengxiang Restaurant.
"Miss Shen, why are you here?"
Seeing her, Old Tang was also a bit surprised.
Xuan Ying said, "Old Tang, Miss Shen said she wants three big carriages."
"Picking someone up?" Old Tang asked.
Shen Qinglan nodded, "Mm!" ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵·𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮·𝓷𝓮𝓽
Old Tang nodded, "Alright! Please sit for a moment, I will prepare them for you."
Old Tang took an umbrella and went to the backyard. Only then did Xuan Ying say to Shen Qinglan, "Miss Shen, I’ll take my leave now!"
Shen Qinglan nodded, "Go ahead."
Soon, Old Tang had the carriages brought from the back door to the front door, and he returned through the back.
"Miss Shen, the carriages are ready. Where might you be going to pick someone up?"
Shen Qinglan stood up and said, "I have some business to tend to!"
She didn’t have time to explain much. As soon as she stepped outside, it seemed Old Tang had already briefed the driver by the door, who lifted the curtain for her.
Once Shen Qinglan was seated, she quietly said, "To the nearby grain shop."
She remembered that the grain shop she usually visited wouldn’t close until the evening, and it wasn’t that time yet.
The driver obediently replied. Though he didn’t know what Shen Qinglan was going to do at the grain shop, Old Tang had instructed them to follow all of Miss Shen’s directions.
When Shen Qinglan arrived at the grain shop, the shopkeeper’s wife was just about to close.
Shen Qinglan jumped off the carriage, and the shopkeeper’s wife turned to look at her.
Because it was a rainy and gloomy day, it was a bit dark, and the shopkeeper’s wife didn’t recognize her face right away. When Shen Qinglan got closer, a smile of recognition appeared, "It’s you, miss!"
"It’s me!" Shen Qinglan said, "Why are you closing?"
The shopkeeper’s wife sighed softly, "With the rain today, there were hardly any customers. I’ve been here all day and barely seen anyone, and it’s getting cold. I was just about to go and get some sleep."
She looked at Shen Qinglan and asked, "Miss, hiring so many carriages, where are you headed?"
"To buy grain." Shen Qinglan looked at her and asked, "Are you still selling?"
"Selling!" The shopkeeper’s wife was delighted, quickly removing the lock and opening the door, "How much do you want, miss?"
Shen Qinglan followed her inside and asked quietly, "How many pounds of rice do you still have here?"
"Miss, are you asking about the fine rice?"
The shopkeeper’s wife said, "There are still a hundred bags of fine rice, totaling ten thousand pounds."
"Is it still the old price?" Shen Qinglan asked again.
"Of course!" The shopkeeper’s wife nodded with a smile, "It’s still six coins per pound. How much does the young lady want?"
Shen Qinglan said, "I’ll take it all!"