The second day was a sunny day.

The southeast shape wins, the three Wu metropolises, and Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times.

It is the season of March in the south of the Yangtze River and the grass grows and the warbler flies.

The West Lake is as clear as a wash, the tourists on both sides of the strait are weaving, and the towering green building located outside the Fengyu Gate on the east bank is particularly lively today.

At the beginning of the morning, the wooden sign of "full" was hung in front of the door of the towering green building.

At the foot of the stairs stood two brown-clothed bartenders, patiently explaining to every visitor who wanted to enter the restaurant that the building was already overcrowded, and smiling and inviting the guests away.

Many people come in high spirits and return in disappointment.

There are also people who are dissatisfied because of this, but the towering cuilou is a government-run restaurant, and the dissatisfied people don't dare to make more trouble in addition to complaining, so they go to other houses with their sleeves.

There are also some who refuse to leave and linger outside the door waiting.

Qiantang is prosperous, restaurants gather, but only this towering green building has such a bustling grand occasion, just because the towering green building lives in the West Lake, built near the water, is unique, and has more geographical advantages than others.

Especially in the past month, a new chef has come to the Towering Building, making a good dish, and the guests who have come to taste it once are full of praise, and the business of the Towering Green Building is becoming more and more prosperous, and the flow of customers and money is rolling in.

If you don't have a reservation, you will have to wait in line for noon in the morning, and you may be able to wait for lunch.

Just when many diners turned to leave, suddenly a red tassel incense car stopped in front of the door, and a little girl in pink clothes lifted the sedan curtain, and a woman in a light purple dress poked out of the sedan car.

The woman got out of the car with the pink-clothed maid's hand, and the two bartenders under the stairs hurriedly greeted her and flattered: "Cui Niang can be counted." Chen Xianggong has already urged him several times. ”

That Cui Niang said "um" softly, her voice was like broken gold and jade, cold and beautiful.

When climbing the steps, Cui Niang noticed the blind father and daughter singing in the corner, twisted her eyebrows slightly, and explained a few words to the maid in her ear.

"Cui Niang is really kind-hearted, over the years, this father and daughter don't know how much kindness you have received." The bartender who led Cui Niang into the restaurant praised repeatedly, but Cui Niang was just silent.

The bartender stopped talking knowingly, he knew that this Cui Niang was the head of the upper hall of the Pingkang Pavilion, named Liu Cui.

This Cui Niang can sing and dance, and her appearance is stunning, which is a famous record in Hangzhou.

Today, Wang Qinruo held a banquet in the towering cui building and invited her to help the fun.

The bartender of the towering cuilou ushered in the send-off, saw a lot of various characters, and did not show displeasure at Cui Niang's coldness, but introduced her into the restaurant with a smile and courtesy.

The pedestrians outside the building are bustling, and the tourists are weaving, and they can enter the building, but the building is not as overcrowded as the bartender said.

Although there were many people sitting in the hall on the first floor, it was not full, and the guests were either standing on the verandah and enjoying the lake view, or whispering to their companions, or sitting alone to drink and entertain themselves, and no one was making a loud noise, and the hall was very quiet and elegant.

Today is the birthday of the governor, and the banquet is in the towering green building, so even if the building is not full, you can't let more people in, the restaurant is full of people, if something goes wrong, it will be terrible.

Come to the third floor, the third floor is a square hall, with a circumference of forty-eight zhang, and a semi-fenced structure.

The west side of the third floor is completely open fence, as long as people climb the third floor, no matter where they stand, they can have a panoramic view of the West Lake to the west.

There are 24 large windows on the south and north sides, the distant view outside the south window is the Leifeng Tower, and the near is the Temple of King Qian; The distant view outside the north window is the surface of the West Lake, which can be seen all the way to the Qiantang Gate and the White Causeway, and the near view is the bustling and lively Yongjin Gate.

Only the east side is a wall made of wooden planks, and in the center is a large six-fold screen embroidered with red plum blossoms.

Behind the screen is a narrow desk half a person high, on which are placed three small bronze incense burners, burning incense inside, and green smoke curling.

In front of the screen, there is the main table, and on the black chair in the center sits an old man who is more than half a hundred years old and full of red light, it is Wang Qinruo, the governor of Hangzhou, who has only been in office for less than half a year.

His fine eyes are always squinting, as if he is always calculating something, and being looked at by him is like being targeted by a poisonous snake.

Cui Niang smiled lightly, revealing the pear vortex on her cheeks, and came to everyone gracefully: "Today is Chen Xianggong's birthday, and the slave family will pour wine for the two Xianggong first." As he spoke, he lifted the wine bottle on the bartender's tray on his side and filled the wine glasses on the table in front of Wang Qinruo one by one.

"May Wang Xianggong be blessed forever, longevity and Tianqi, Chen Xianggong's blessing is as deep as the sea, longevity is longer than the mountain, and he will always enjoy wealth and wealth."

This is obviously Chen Zhi's birthday banquet, but Cui Niang first wished Wang Qinruo and then Chen Zhi, her flattery to Wang Qinruo is really obvious.

However, everyone has become accustomed to it, although Chen Zhi is Wang Ruoqin's teacher, Wang Qinruo is also a person who respects teachers and values teaching, but Wang Qinruo is an official to the prime minister, Chen Zhi is just stained with Wang Qinruo's light, so he can run rampant in Beijing and make a lot of money.

Therefore, in the face of Cui Niang's words, Chen Zhi was not displeased, but laughed and raised his wine glass to salute Wang Qinruo.

Wang Ruoqin was overjoyed, raised his wine glass and drank it all.

Guests, you come and go, Fang drank a few glasses of wine, only to hear someone at the top of the stairs shouting in a long pitch: "Sister-in-law Song's fish soup has arrived——"

Everyone knew it was time to serve.

The new chef in the building has made a good dish, and today can be regarded as a feast.

Everyone looked at the staircase together, and saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old little girl with a peugeot appearance holding a moon-white porcelain soup pot in both hands, followed by a number of bartenders, each holding a soup pot in their palms, all of which were moon-white official kilns.

The little girl at the head wore a short coat with a green collar, a long skirt of the same color, with high sleeves, and a smart bun, which was also tied with a green scarf.

I saw that she didn't squint, walked forward steadily, carefully placed the soup pot in her hand on the main table, and opened the lid, then made a "please" gesture and said: "Sister-in-law Song's fish soup, please enjoy it while it's hot." ”

said that he wanted to leave, but was stopped by Wang Ruoqin: "You are the new cook lady in Zhucuilou?" ”

Song Guichen turned around and blessed his body: "Back to my lord, exactly." ”

Wang Ruoqin also heard about the cooking skills of the new chef in the Towering Building, and he had eaten the old clam Huaizhu made by Song Guichen last time, and he was very appreciative.

Now seeing that Song Guichen himself turned out to be a little girl who has not yet reached the end of her life, she was not only surprised, but also praised: "You are so talented at such a young age. ”

"The adults praised it falsely, but it's just a craft to make a living, and it can't be put on the stage."

Wang Ruoqin looked at the fish soup in the pot, under the lamplight, the fish soup in the moon-white soup pot was attractive in color, crystal clear, steaming, and hooked people.

"What's different about this fish soup? Why is it famous in Hangzhou? ”

"If you want to go back to your lordship, today's fish soup is made of fresh mandarin fish steamed and then removed from the skin and bones, and cooked with shredded ham, shiitake mushrooms, minced bamboo shoots, chicken soup and other condiments, as well as my secret exclusive seasoning, which is naturally different from others."

"Oh?"

Wang Qinruo narrowed his eyes, obviously very interested in the generous little girl in front of him.