"Hold the lamp ......"

With the shouting of the first big teapot in Zixuan Building, Song Wen and the two little servants and a few little turtles quickly hung the lit red lanterns high.

Zixuan Tower opened its doors to welcome guests.

The two big teapots with the sweetest mouths stood in front of the building in clean clothes to welcome guests, the old bustard drank tea on the chair and moistened his throat, ready to greet him, and the two kiln sisters on duty today also leaned on the railing on the second floor with heavy makeup, ready to be baskets of winks and smiles......

Song Wen sighed...... That's it? There is no creativity at all, how many years have you been trying to refuse and welcome this routine? This has been the case since the opening up of the Tang Dynasty, right? These guys, not a little innovative!

Sure enough, the bustling flow of people on the street became denser and denser, and a few vendors carrying burdens to sell food and slurry squat at the door for a while, and when they saw that there were no customers here, they scolded and looked for another place......

Slowly, there were still guests coming to the door. The deserted business gradually became a little more lively, a few businessmen wearing dark silk cloths found a few sisters to accompany them to drink flower wine, and a low-duty official invited two bosses to be happy, but it shouldn't cost more...... The rest of the few don't look like wealthy high rollers either.

Song Wen listened to the instructions of the big teapot, carrying wine, food, and tea back and forth, or leading the guests directly to find the sister who was familiar with him.

It's not interesting......

Suddenly, an acquaintance appeared at the door of Zixuan Building with vigorous skills, and Song Wen recognized it at a glance, it was actually Zhao Shenyan who was knocked by himself with a silver tael!

The teapot politely led him in, and beckoned Song Wen to take Zhao Shenyan directly to the second floor. Song Wen walked over with a smile on his face, bent down and stretched out his hand, Zhao Shenyan looked at it and pointed at Song Wen and said, "Hey, it's you kid!" I thought you were ......"

Song Wen hurriedly pulled Zhao Shenyan's sleeve and took him away, and only after going up the stairs did he smile: "I have already thought about it, there is nothing wrong with being a turtle prince, Zhao Guanren, are you still looking for that peach girl today?"

Zhao Shenyan suddenly pulled Song Wen to hide in a corner with a strange expression, and said in a low voice: "Little Turtle Gong, do you know that the old beggar you met that day is a master?"

"Yes!"

"Are you stupid? When you meet a master, don't you kneel on the ground and quickly beg someone to accept an apprentice? I think that old guy is obviously optimistic about you, my wife said...... The smell of that old beggar was terrible! With her skills, I'm afraid that if she takes three faces, she will be defeated! ”

"Are you a good lady? Or, do you think she's very powerful because you can't beat your lady? ”

"Fart! My lady has been practicing martial arts since she was a child, and a dozen or so playful men are not opponents at all......"

"I wipe ...... So powerful? ”

Song Wen now retains all the memories of the original owner, and the playful idlers of this era are not the dwarf mules and stinky hooligans of later generations who can be compared! This is a real high-risk profession, so brave and ruthless, that is the basic skill, fighting is a home-cooked meal! A dozen, that's enough to dominate a street and play a banner.

"Alas, I thought there was something different about you, but it turned out to be a visionless one!"

Song Wen smiled: "I'm not the material for practicing martial arts, and I don't want to be a beggar with him."

"Stupid!" Zhao Shenyan knocked Song Wen's head with a fan, and then said: "If you know his identity, don't talk nonsense, you will get angry!" Do you understand? By the way, today I'm going to invite a Du Yu to drink at Miss Peach...... You can arrange it for me, don't be shabby and don't be too extravagant, especially the wine can't be bad! ”

Song Wen said with a smile: "Then it seems that there is no need to prepare a ladder for Zhao Guanren to run away today?"

"Runaway......? Your mouth is too hateful, if it weren't for the fact that night when you insisted on helping me squeeze my lady's sake, I would have to let the old bustard reward you with a chestnut meal......"

"Leave it to me, don't worry!"

Miss Bi Tao greeted her, her eyes lit up and she grabbed Zhao Shenyan's sleeve and coquettishly, Zhao Shenyan whispered, and Bi Tao hurriedly ran to the next room to pull out the good sister who was eating melon seeds and had nothing to do.

Song Wen, who walked to the corner of the stairs, looked back, okay, he was looking for the girl who invited him to drink a basin of syphilis water...... Chun Niang!

"Silly melon! What to watch? Next time, I'll reward you with foot-washing water! ”

Chunniang squeezed a grimace, and Song Wen was sick to his stomach again and hurriedly ran away.

As soon as he told the steward's big teapot, the big teapot calculated the dishes of the table for two taels of silver and asked Song Wen to go to the back kitchen to explain.

When I came to the back kitchen, I had just served a table of flowers and wine, and the two cooks began to sneer at each other when they were idle...... The two little apprentices who started to work also looked at each other unpleasantly, and Sanqi squirted non-stop at each other!

"Two masters, eight dishes, fish, meat, four meat and four vegetables, the manager should be quick and sharp!"

The mustachioed horse cook pouted: "Do you want to be solid in the material?" How much silver is the mat? ”

"Two-two! The old patron is gone, and the master takes care of it! ”

"Understood, braised lamb shank, hibiscus fish fillet, steamed fat chicken, and a side of meat! The rest of the nameless vegetarian dishes are arranged by the waste over there......"

Another yellow-faced cook scolded: "Who are you scolding for being a waste? Lao Tzu gave you face, didn't he? ”

Chef Ma slapped the board: "You rely on the old bustard to get in, if you are not a waste, you will make these meat dishes for the guests?"

"I ...... I...... Ma Baiye! You wait, sooner or later Lao Tzu wants you to look good......"

Song Wen almost laughed when he heard it, Ma Baiye ...... Shutters, it's still hairy! Is this a Sichuan chef? The kind of hot pot?

Seeing that the cook of this related household began to rectify the vegetables in a hurry, Song Wen hurriedly went to the back hall on the first floor to arrange the drinks...... This is another money, and this is the most profitable thing for Qinglou Flower Wine!

"Bi Tao's good friend, Zhao Guanren, wants to put wine? Then take this pot of Baihua Spring! ”

Song Wen searched his memory and asked, "Is there anything better?"

The teapot in charge of wine was happy...... "There are five hundred wen a pot of lamb wine, I'm afraid he can't afford it!" Hahaha...... Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and serve the drinks and the dried and fresh fruits on the table! ”

Song Wen is not short, but he still follows the original memory of his body and sends a few saucers of fruits and four pots of wine on a huge tray on his head.

As soon as he entered the house, he heard Zhao Shenyan say to Bi Tao in his arms: "I'm afraid that the redemption will have to be delayed for a long time...... You've seen that lady of mine, and you're ...... I'm afraid you won't survive for a few days if you pass the door! ”

"How dare she? It's not all the duty of a hun family, why is she bullying you so much? It's a big deal, it's a big deal, you can buy a small house and give me a place to live first......"

"I haven't saved enough money for this private house, so take your time and take your time......"

Song Wen set up the wine and food and said to the inside: "Zhao Daguan, the wine has been served, and the dish will be served in a while!" What time do guests arrive? What do you look like, can I wait outside the door? ”

Zhao Shenyan poked his head out: "The stinky boy is clever, Wang Yuhou is seven feet tall and has a white face in his forties, and he must be wearing the cowhide boots of a military general...... When you see it, invite him over and say hello when you get to the door! ”

"Okay, you get busy first, I'll wait for someone!"

Song Wen turned around and came to the gate, explained to the teapot and ran to the corner waiting for the distinguished guest Wang Yuhou.