Yan Yunting didn't wait for a moment in the hall, and a middle-aged man with a big face and a thick neck and a bloated figure hurriedly walked from the back kitchen shaking the letter in his hand, "Who is the letter?" ”

Yan Yunting raised his hand, "Shopkeeper Zhang, it's me." ”

"Oh, distinguished guest, please take a seat!" Zhang Ge untied his waist and beckoned Yan Yunting and the others to take a seat.

"Shopkeeper Zhang, there are a lot of us, at least two tables. You don't have to pay for meals, do you? Yan Yunting asked with a smile.

Zhang Ge waved his hand, "Where are you, you just treat this place as your home!" ”

Since that's all the talk, everyone is not polite, and they sit down around the two tables. Yan Yunting smiled: "Then cook two more tables of good dishes?" ”

"No problem, let's not talk about anything else in this inn, I guarantee that we can make your stomach stable!" Zhang Ge sat down next to Yan Yunting, and instructed the men to pour a cup of tea for each of them, and then they started talking.

It turned out that Zhang Ge and Wang Wu were brothers in the same class, and they were also a famous chef in the world. If you want to say it, you have a big face and a thick neck, and you are either a big man or a guy.

"Ouch, Yan Daxia, I'm really sorry, it's time for dinner at this time, I have to hurry up and cook for Huangshan Academy."

"Shopkeeper Zhang is the boss, please cook yourself?"

"Ordinary people naturally don't use it, but the teachers of Huangshan Academy have tricky tastes, and they are not used to eating the food made by others, hehe......"

"The shopkeeper is busy."

"Okay, then please take care of yourself, just say hello to the young man."

Zhang Ge tied his waist and rushed to the back kitchen.

"Alas......" Ning Ruowei looked around, her eyes were not envious, "Once upon a time, I also thought of opening an inn and being the boss of my own cooking." ”

"In the Sky Pavilion, aren't you also the boss?" Yan Yunting said with a smile.

"That nature is completely different, how can the Fengyue place be compared to the accommodation inn? One is to please men, and the other is to cook to please guests. Alas...... "Ning Ruowei held her cheeks and sighed for a long time, not lacking melancholy.

In the troubled times, if you can open a small inn, not to mention how prosperous the business can be, at least you won't starve to death, right?

Yan Yunting pursed his lips, and gradually had an idea in his heart.

Soon, the jade plate delicacies, delicacies will be served one after another, the shopkeeper is really interesting, a table down enough to have seventeen or eighteen dishes, just the fragrance will be mouthwatering.

"What are you waiting for? Move the chopsticks. Yan Yunting was like the master on the table, he spoke, and everyone picked up the chopsticks and feasted on them.

"Little Er, do you have any famous pastries here?" Yan Yunting asked suddenly.

The young man said: "The most famous pastries in our Fuyuan Inn are osmanthus cake and peach blossom cake, which were once given to the current emperor as tribute in the past. ”

Yan Yunting smiled: "Okay, pack one copy of the same." ”

"It's all so many dishes, and you still want to eat pastries?" Ning Ruowei's eyes were a little suspicious.

Yan Yunting just smiled faintly, "Pastries are given to beautiful women, so that you can lose your soul at night." ”

Who is the beauty, naturally there is no need to speak, Ning Ruowei snorted lightly: "A bad heart......"

At this time, behind a screen next to the banquet hall, there was a sudden burst of piano sound and pipa, and the dine-in guests were instantly attracted by its graceful sound, and the original noisy inn was unconsciously quiet, and there were more and more guests, as if they were all here to listen to the music.

After the sound of the piano and the pipa, there was another melodious singing voice, and the auditory enjoyment was taken to the next level, and the words she sang were:

"The red lotus fragrance remnants of the jade in autumn, lightly relieve Luo Shang, and go on the Lanzhou alone. Who in the clouds sent the brocade book? When the word goose returns, the moon is full in the west building; Flowers float and water flow freely, a kind of lovesickness, two sorrows. There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I frowned, but I ...... in my heart"

Yan Yunting couldn't help but be curious, this singing voice was so familiar, he asked the young man on the side: "Little Er, who is singing here?" ”

The young man scratched his head: "I don't know who it is, but I know that it is a group of women, who sing at noon and afternoon every day...... At first, the shopkeeper didn't agree with it, saying that it was a bad thing, but after they tried it once, the inn was full of friends every time they had a meal, and some people even squatted outside the inn to listen to the music. ”

"Can't you see their faces?" Yan Yunting asked.

The young man said, "They are wearing veils, but they must be beautiful women in terms of temperament...... After they finish singing, they will come out of the screen to ask for money, maybe they can see the beauty. ”

"This woman's singing voice is probably not much worse than Caiyue, the piano is also played well, and the pipa is a little lacking in heat, but in such a busy city, it can be regarded as a first-class skill," Ning Ruowei listened, looked at the direction of the screen, and asked the young man again:

"How much do you pay them?"

The young man said, "Thirty taels, take care of two meals." ”

Ning Ruowei shook her head, "It's low, it's low, they have such skills, they can become popular and purple if they go to the Qinglou casually, and when they meet a big customer, they may not be able to reward a thousand taels of silver." ”

"You're too worldly, aren't you? When you meet a womanizer, you have to sleep with others? Yan Yunting blurted out.

The women at the table raised their heads and looked at him with resentment.

"Uh...... When I say the wrong thing, I punish myself with a glass. Yan Yunting blushed and lowered his head to drink.

At this time, the three songs were sung, the vocal music came to an abrupt end, and the inn was silent for three breaths, and then the applause was thunderous, and there was a cheer.

Three plain-clothed and masked women walked out of the screen, one holding a guqin, one holding a pipa, and one holding a gong.

The three of them bowed to the guests, and the woman holding the gong said in a loud voice: "The three sisters passed by Yuzhou City, and they were missing entanglements, and I hope that all the guests will be generous, as much as they want." ”

Afterwards, the three of them went from table to table to thank them. Those who can come to Fuyuan Inn to consume are not poor, and they are willing to give some broken silver.

Yan Yunting's eyes were a little complicated, he had obviously recognized the woman, who was it if it wasn't Qing Yan? It's just that she changed her usual fancy clothes and clothes, dressed elegantly and plainly, and came to this noisy room to sing, begging for money with a gong, and wanted to live a very poor life away from home.

"Girl, can you tell me the name of Xia Fang?" A young man in a Confucian robe casually threw fifty taels of silver into the gong, and he made the most mistake in the audience.

Qing Yan owed a debt and apologized: "The little girl's life is complicated, and it is inconvenient to reveal her name to her son. ”

At this time, another young man in a Confucian robe at the same table also threw out fifty taels of silver, poured three glasses of wine at the same time, and handed them to the three women: "Girls, can you have a glass of wine with you?" It's also good to moisten your singing voice? ”

Qing Yan shook his head and sighed: "Childe doesn't know, the shopkeeper has an order, only singing is allowed, not accompanied by wine, so as not to be stained with dust and ruin the reputation of the inn." ”

"Hey, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, we are acquaintances with Shopkeeper Zhang, this wine is given to you by me to drink, there is no such thing as accompanying or not." The man in the Confucian robe picked up the wine and handed it to Qing Yan, his eyes were full of compulsion.

Qing's face was embarrassed, but she couldn't bear to look at the hundred taels of silver in the gong, she sighed helplessly, and was about to reach out to pick up the wine glass, at this time, a big hand grabbed the wine glass quickly, and hugged her waist and gently pulled back, and said softly:

"If you sing it, you can sing it, if you don't drink it, you don't drink it, you don't need to worry too much."

Yan Yunting picked up the silver in the gong and threw it back to the table of the two men in Confucian robes along with the wine glass.