Chapter Ninety-Nine: The Qinglou Literary Society
Xiao Man walked in front, and Chen Bodhi followed behind. ()
From just now to now, I haven't said a word. However, the big eyes have turned to the whites of the eyes.
I don't know if I'm tired of turning over or walking. Xiaoman picked a building with a colorful banner on the door and walked in. Chen Bodi hurriedly followed.
This restaurant looks like business is good, and it is not yet noon, and it is already full of guests and bustling.
"Two sons, I'm really sorry, the small place is full today, and there is no place. Do you want to go to another place? ”
Chen Bodhi was about to explain to Xiaoman, but was interrupted by the acquaintance of the restaurant. The big head took a look, and there were really no vacant seats. Chen Bodhi wanted to leave, but Xiaoman had already left him and walked to the second floor alone. Before the waiting acquaintance could stop him, Chen Bodhi had already followed him and walked to the second floor. When the customer reacts and reaches out to stop it. Suddenly, I found that I didn't know when there was an extra piece of broken silver in my palm.
Zhike is not very old, but he has been in this building for a long time. Usually, some guests see that others are clever and serve well. I will also give some tips every once in a while, but they are all more copper coins. Sometimes the guests will give more when they are happy. However, this silver is not common, and the last time was during the Shangyuan Festival last year, serving a drunken nobleman. I was lucky enough to get a small piece, and this made him happy. The little piece of silver was only one-third the size it is now. That's all worth a month's worth of his monthly money.
Looking left and right, no one noticed, and as soon as the palm of Zhike's hand was turned over, the silver disappeared from his hand. You can't let the shopkeeper see it, or you can't tell who the silver is.
Xiaoman and Chen Bodhi found a nearby window seat and sat down, and the cheap acquaintances didn't say that they were full. also deliberately sent Xiao Er to work elsewhere, and he "deigned" to make a cameo appearance in Xiao Er's work. After a while, a few cold cuts, two snacks, and a pot of hot tea were put on the table.
"I wonder what the two sons want to eat?"
Zhike asked with a smile on his face and bowed.
Xiao Man couldn't help but stuff the snack into his mouth, and didn't speak as usual. It still doesn't seem to be deflated.
"Just serve your family's specialties as they are, and by the way, bring another pot of white water."
Chen Bodhi couldn't get used to drinking sencha, so he asked for a pot of boiled water.
"I'm going to drink!"
Xiao Man was still chewing something in his mouth, and he seemed a little struggling to speak.
"Don't use it?"
Chen Bodhi's impression of Xiaoman was still subconsciously stuck in the previous life. What kind of wine does a little girl's family drink, if the teacher knows it, she will be beaten pp. Thinking of this, Chen Bodhi subconsciously looked at the position below Xiaoman's waist. However, today, for the convenience of travel, Xiaoman wears loose men's clothes. And there is nothing to see.
"I said, I'm going to drink!"
Xiaoman insisted on drinking.
"Ahem, okay then, a jug of wine."
Although Xiaoman didn't notice it, Chen Bodhi still felt a little embarrassed.
"What's wrong with you? How does it become more and more like a strange Shu millet? “
Chen Bodhi touched his nose to relieve his embarrassment, and at the same time stood on the moral plane in his heart, and made a substantive criticism of his indecent thoughts just now.
Hearing that there was a drink, Xiao Man didn't do it, and he put on a big smile. Especially the eyes, the smile is like a puddle of autumn water, and the long eyelashes are not much more than those girls who have performed the first of the "four evil arts" in Asia, "makeup". Even more!
"It's okay to drink, don't drink like last time. Otherwise, Sanniang will nag again. “
"Got it, got it."
Xiao Man puffed out his mouth and said impatiently.
Xiaoman is greedy for fun and alcohol, and likes to "make trouble" when he drinks too much. Last time, I couldn't cry or laugh at Chen Bodhi, and in the end, the one who accompanied the wine became the one who was accompanied by the wine. It's the same with anyone, but there are benefits. If it weren't for Xiaoman's drinking, Sanniang wouldn't have come out to find out. You won't find out that Xiaoman pretended to be a girl who accompanied the wine, and blatantly tricked the wine in the red sleeves. will not be dragged back by Sanniang to use the family method for her mother, and later she will not deliberately "betray" the team that Sanniang secretly trained to Chen Boti.
In turn, it indirectly contributed to the cooperation between Red Sleeves and Yipinge.
In short, Xiaoman Haolai helped Chen Bodhi solve a big problem. I haven't fulfilled my promise to other people's requests yet, and it's really not a big deal to drink alcohol. It's not too far from Ippanaku. It's really not good, and when the time comes, it's okay to carry it and send it to Yipinge. It just so happens that these days due to "business needs". Chun Sanniang and some of the girls in the red sleeves are temporarily succumbing to the backyard of Yipinge.
During the interval between waiting for the dishes to come up, Chen Bodhi looked left and right. In the past two days, Chen Bodhi has made a lot of efforts for the upcoming Yipupao. It's not the first time I've done something like observing the operation of the same industry.
However, today's restaurants are a little different from the restaurants I have seen in Dongshi in the past.
There aren't too many tables, and the scattered seats are basically on the first floor. On the second floor, there are only a few pictures placed by the window. It was also deliberately separated by a pink veil. Most of the rest are some ornate and gaudy private rooms, and most of the decoration materials are mainly red.
The colorful banner hanging at the entrance of the complex, as well as the acquaintances who ushered in the delivery.
Chen Bodhi concluded that this is not a restaurant, this TM is a family green building.
Shouldn't the green house start welcoming guests in the evening? What kind of business is open in the middle of the day, and where are there so many guests? Or some young scribes with lupine scarves?
If it comes, it will be safe.
It's all here, and Chen Bodhi doesn't plan to leave. Besides, at this time, Xiaoman is eating energetically, if he mentions the word. I'm afraid I'm going to accidentally get on a hot teapot.
It's just that the eyes that look at Xiaoman are becoming more and more elusive.
At the table not far from Chen Bodhi, there were five people seated. They were gathering together to talk in small voices, and the topic of discussion was the theme of today's feast.
These four people are students of Guozijian, and they heard that the famous "Tide Poetry Society" in Chang'an City is going to hold a literary meeting in Yingge Academy. Not only invited the Cui family Jade Buddha, who is known as the best literary talent in Chang'an, but also invited Yang Liyang Sanbi, the grandson of Hongnong Yang, who is known as the double masterpiece of calligraphy and painting. The foils are all famous literati and celebrities, and a few of the outstanding students of Taixue have been invited. What's more, I also heard that the last Oiran Twilight Girl will also play and sing for this literary meeting.
It is true that Du Jiuzhang is a student of Guozijian, but they are only arithmetic students in the middle and lower three schools of Guozijian. Most of the elders in the family are eight or nine small officials. It is a world of difference between him and the father and brother of the DPRK and the Central Committee who are often three or four grades in Taixue.
So it stands to reason that they are not qualified to participate in such an occasion, but fortunately, Du Jiuzhang's brain is more flexible. I found a student's clothes, and I mixed in under the pretext of not daring to sit in the lobby. I'm afraid that people will recognize it, but fortunately, there are some "elegant seats" on the second floor, which are covered with a veil and no one can see them.