Chapter Twenty-Five: The Song of Long Hatred

"Shopkeeper, when is it, why haven't you served the food yet?"

A man dressed in silk slapped the table hard, pulling at his throat and urging loudly.

Another thin man at the same table also chimed in: "That's it, you Qiongyulou can't do business anymore, and you haven't served food for half a day." Didn't you see that grandpa didn't even have a snack here? ”

The shopkeeper who was dialing the abacus at the counter hurriedly raised his head, "Young Master Sun, Young Master Chen, I'm going to urge, don't worry, you two." ”

However, a wave of unevenness rose again and again, and the rest of the guests in the lobby also shouted, and they were about to do it if they didn't agree!

"What's the matter, I've been here for so long, and I haven't seen you bring out a single dish."

"Shopkeeper, is your cook asleep?"

"I'm starving, don't come to this restaurant to drink next time, it's a waste."

"What about the people in your shop, are they all dead?"

"If you don't do business, I'll go to another house to eat!"

The shopkeeper bent down and bowed again and again to apologize, "Don't worry, guest officers, I'll let people go to the back kitchen immediately." He glared at the shopkeeper next to him, "Still stunned, go to the back kitchen and let them serve the food!" ”

The shopkeeper Erdazhu was stunned for a moment, and then lifted his legs and ran towards the back kitchen.

"Today's hospitality is not good, let the guest officers wait longer, the small shop specially sent a pot of turbid wine, Wanwang Haihan."

The shopkeeper was dripping blood in his heart, but for the sake of the restaurant's reputation, he had to take this method.

As he spoke, he let the other little erma slip on the wine, hoping to make up for it.

Da Zhu lifted the curtain of the kitchen and said to the busy people inside: "Master Li, the shopkeeper asked you to serve the food faster, the guests outside are impatient to wait, and they haven't served a dish for half a day." ”

Chef Li put the freshly baked cake on the plate and said dissatisfiedly, "We have been busy all the time, and these lists are almost finished." By the way, you asked the shopkeeper to hurry up and buy some mutton, it's too fast today, I'm afraid it won't be enough. ”

"Dazhu, are you stupid, we brought so many dishes out. Today, the business of the restaurant is really good, and the customers come and go, and my hands are a little sore when I am tired of chopping vegetables. ”

Su Cheng's original action of eating and drinking quickly stopped, and at the same time couldn't help but burp.

Fortunately, there was a fantasy shrouded in it, and the voice and appearance did not come out.

If he continued to eat it, it was estimated that the restaurant would really go bankrupt, so he evacuated from the back kitchen first, and then lifted the illusion.

Without the illusion to hide, the stacks of overlapping dishes at the door of the back kitchen are particularly conspicuous!

Every dish was clean, Su Cheng refused to admit that he licked the plate, only blamed the cat's paws for not being able to use chopsticks, so he could only eat with his head down.

"Who the fuck stole so many of our dishes!"

"Ah, where did you get so many bowls?"

"What's going on? Did you break into the ghosts? ”

"There's a youkai!"

Everyone in the back kitchen was panicked and angry, and the guy in charge of the fire simply pulled out a blazing firewood from it, as if there was a sense of security.

The shopkeeper outside couldn't sit down after hearing these screams and exclamations, and even the diners in the lobby were curious to follow in.

They all looked at the dishes in bewilderment, not understanding what was happening.

"The shopkeeper's ...... There are youkai! We've been cooking all the time, and we've been serving it out, but we didn't expect it all to be stacked here. "Chef Li's face is pale, and older people always think too much.

"That's it, I remember bringing it to the table in front of me, but I ended up spinning around the kitchen all the time. Is this a ghost hitting the wall? ”

"I'm quitting!"

"I'm not doing it anymore!"

Two of them directly ripped off the aprons on their chests and ran away before they even paid their wages.

The shopkeeper was furious, and there must not be any haunting incidents in the restaurant, he pointed to Chef Li's nose and said, "It's clear that you are secretly eating in the back kitchen, and what are you talking about demons and monsters." Why didn't the monsters eat you! ”

"Maybe I think my meat is old and not delicious."

"Hurry up and cook for me now, and I'll clean you up later." The shopkeeper's words just now are just to deal with the diners, and these chefs and juniors under him have been used for several years, even if they steal food, they won't make such a big deal, at most they will eat one chopstick.

He couldn't help but get nervous in his heart, was there really a monster making trouble, or was it some Guanzhong ranger who came here to pretend to be a ghost?

The initiator, Su Cheng, lay on the roof of the restaurant early, he leaned back on the green tile to bask in the sun, his black hair was gently blown by the wind, so comfortable.

At this time, at the window position on the top floor of the restaurant, a young man dressed as a scholar was leaning on the railing to drink, and at the same time reading loudly: "The Yang family has a girl who has just grown up, and she is raised in the deep boudoir and is unknown." It is difficult to give up the natural beauty, and once chose the king's side. Looking back and smiling, Bai Meisheng, Bai Meisheng, the six palaces have no color...... Hahaha

Su Cheng was speechless for a while, drink well, don't pretend to be forced to chant poetry, you deserve to be choked!

Of course, he remembered the poem "Song of Long Hatred" in his last life, which depicts the love story of Tang Xuanzong and Yang Guifei, even if he can't memorize the whole text, many of the sentences in it are classics, which is impressive.

"Could it be that this stupid boy is Bai Lotian Bai Juyi, right?"

When I was studying, I didn't learn Bai Juyi's works, and now it seems that this Tang No. 1 Li Chui really has a bit of Li Bai's charm.

Indulge in wine and sing, the geometry of life!

"How could Lord Bai drink here alone?" On the street, a bald monk suddenly looked up and asked.

Su Cheng hurriedly retracted his head from the eaves and hid it, he was sure that Kukai definitely saw himself when he looked up at Bai Lotian just now, and he also glanced at each other!

"I resigned, in order to concentrate on finishing my poems, and now I am a poet."

"I heard that Chang'an is full of poets." Kukai looked at the restaurant with a smile, the black cat just now couldn't escape his eyes, killing people in broad daylight, and now he dared to escape from Chang'an.

Bai Lotian was already slightly drunk, and retorted: "I'm different, I'm a two-rank jinshi, I can be a big official, but now I don't do it." ”

"Who are you writing this poem about?"

"Guess."

"Are you done?"

"Not yet."

Kukai and Bai Lotian were upstairs, and the other was downstairs.

After Su Cheng hid himself, he listened attentively, in the world of the demon cat, this monk and poet are the protagonists!

While taking revenge on the demon cat Bailong, he also wanted the world to understand the truth about the Ma Weipo incident that year, so he found Bai Lotian and asked the poet to write the story of Yang Guifei and pass it on, otherwise how could a powerless scholar write a magnificent and magnificent "Song of Long Hatred" in the magical Tang Dynasty.

If I had followed these two people in advance, I might have an unexpected gain.