I met the boy named Fu again in the largest restaurant in Beijing. At that time, I was tasting the restaurant’s signature dish, Crystal Hoof Pork. Mr. Fu is very interesting. He frowned his eyebrows obviously when he saw me, and insisted on being polite and coming over to say hello to me.
I said haha and said hello, Mr. Fu, then lowered my head and continued to encircle and suppress the hoofs. A very aggressive follower next to Young Master Fu was unhappy: "Why is this Young Master talking to my young master like this?"
I moved my eyes away from my hooves to look at him, and Fu Qingshu scolded me for not being rude. The follower said again: "Do you know who our young master is?"
I was happy, "Your young master's name is Fu Qingshu, I know." The attendant weighed me up like a cabbage: "Sir, have you just come to the capital?" I lowered my head and looked at my hooves. Could it be that I was obsessed with wealth just now, and the little follower saw my poor appearance?
The little follower let out a breath: "Even if the young master comes from out of town, he shouldn't know the identity of my young marquis. Who in the world doesn't know the Fu family of Anguo Hou?"
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