Some of the passers-by who were stopped would listen to them as stories, some would be too busy rushing to pay attention, and some would yell if they were entangled too tightly: "I don't want to eat, why are you stopping me?"

However, there are indeed many diners who planned to go to Yonghe Building but changed their minds to eat at Zuixiao Building. These are the only two decent restaurants around here.

If it had been anyone else, he would have definitely changed his mind. After all, it was just eating, and it would be different wherever he went. But Lu Xiaoxian was unmoved. No matter how the strong man tried to persuade him, he insisted on going to Yonghe Building.

The strong man had no choice but to let him go.

At this moment, several people rushed over, pointed at the strong man and cursed: "You are too courageous to ruin the reputation of our restaurant. I will make you suffer today."

As those people spoke, they rushed forward and started punching and kicking. The strong man was not easy to mess with. He avoided the opponent's attack cleverly and waved his hand at his own people: "Follow them!"

The few brought by the strong men seemed to have been trained. They used their fists and kicks, and after a while they beat each other until they cried for father and mother, and ran away in fear.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Lu Xiaoxian shook his head and walked towards Yonghe Building. When he reached the door, he frowned and stopped.

On the steps in front of the restaurant, more than twenty dirty beggars were sitting together, blocking the way in so tightly that there was no place to stick their feet.

Others would have turned around and left after seeing this attitude, but Lu Xiaoxian seemed determined and insisted on going in.

He looked at the beggars expressionlessly: "I don't care what issues you have with this restaurant, that's your business, but don't stand in my way!"

The beggars looked at Lu Xiaoxian stupidly, as if they didn't hear what he said.

Seeing that the beggars were unmoved, Lu Xiaoxian narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly: "I know that you are barefoot and are not afraid of wearing shoes. Let me put it in front of you. Although I am not barefoot, I wear shoes."

But the spikes will really prick your feet when the time comes, so don’t say I’m bullying you! Now, I’ll count to three, if you still block the way, then I won’t be polite!”

After saying that, Lu Xiaoxian turned his head and smiled at Zhang Meng: "If they can't clean it up later, we will both be hungry today!"

Looking at Lu Xiaoxian's hateful smile and hearing Lu Xiaoxian's threatening words, Zhang Meng couldn't help but shudder.

He put on a fierce expression and looked at the twenty or so beggars, gearing up and eager to try: "Grandma, I dare to delay such a big thing as eating, you are too tired of living! Let's see how I deal with you!"

"one!"

No one moved on the steps!

"

two!"

Still no one moved on the steps!

"three!"

No one was moving on the steps, but someone was moving below the steps.

A figure flashed past, and Zhang Meng ran up the steps like an agile leopard. First, he heard a strange scream from Zhiliwala, and a "beggar rain" began to fall from the sky. Then he heard "plop" and "plop" smashing.

There was a sound of the ground, and after a burst of dust, the beggars on the steps fell down at the foot of the steps, as if the world had shifted.

Back in Wangyun Mountain, Zhang Meng and Lu Xiaoxian carried more than 300 kilograms of stones every day and ran for more than ten miles as if for fun. Now it is a piece of cake to deal with these beggars.

Without even looking at the beggars who were moaning all over the floor, Lu Xiaoxian walked into Yonghe Building with his hands behind his back. Zhang Meng clapped his hands, pouted at the beggars on the ground, and followed him in.

The restaurant was deserted. Except for a waiter who was dozing off, there wasn't even a single customer in the huge restaurant.

The waiter obviously didn't expect any guests to come in. He stared at Lu Xiaoxian and Zhang Meng with sleepy eyes, feeling at a loss for a moment.

Lu Xiaoxian shook his head and asked dissatisfiedly: "Is this how your restaurant receives guests?"

The waiter in the shop finally came to his senses and hurried forward to greet the two of them.

After Lu Xiaoxian and Zhang Meng sat down, he asked the waiter: "What can you cook here?"

"As long as the customers can order it, our restaurant can make it!" the waiter said with a smile.

Lu Xiaoxian shook his head. The waiter's words were a bit loud. He glanced at the waiter and said, "Can you make braised pork?"

"Ah?" The waiter was stunned and asked with a puzzled look on his face, "Sir, what is braised pork?"

Don’t even know about braised pork?

Of course Xiao Er couldn't know, not only he didn't know, but no one in the entire Tang Dynasty knew, because the real braised pork originated in the Song Dynasty more than two hundred years later.

Lu Xiaoxian didn't bother to talk to him anymore, and asked again: "Let's not talk about the dishes I ordered for the moment, let me ask, can you cook all the dishes that can be made in Zuixiao Tower opposite?"

"Of course we can do it!" The waiter clapped his chest and said confidently, "The chef of our restaurant and the chef of Zuixiao Tower come from the same family!"

Coming from the same sect, Lu Xiaoxian was slightly startled, and then waved his hand towards the waiter: "Well, pick out some of your signature dishes and serve them to us!"

The waiter said with a sad face: "Sir, the signature dish can't be cooked now!"

"It can't be done now? Why?" Lu Xiaoxian asked strangely, "Then when can it be done?

"

The waiter said frustratedly: "There are fewer and fewer customers coming to our restaurant these days. Except for the two guests, they have been alone in the past three days. Therefore, we did not purchase too many ingredients in the back room, so the signature dishes cannot be made.

Just make some home-cooked meals!”

Lu Xiaoxian said angrily: "If that's the case, why don't you just close down the business and insist on doing something else?"

The waiter sighed: "I thought so too, but the shopkeeper didn't do it. Even if no customers came, he would still open the business as normal!"

Damn it, it's not obvious. One more day of business means one more day of loss. I don't know what the shopkeeper thinks.

"Is your shopkeeper here?" Lu Xiaoxian asked curiously.

The waiter shook his head: "No, he went to borrow money!"

"What are you borrowing money for?" Lu Xiaoxian became more and more curious.

The waiter felt as if he had eaten Coptis chinensis and said in a solemn voice: "The restaurant is losing money every day. How can we sustain it if we don't borrow money?"

Lu Xiaoxian's heart moved and he stopped talking.

Zhang Meng was so hungry at this time that he was already thinking about everything. Seeing Lu Xiaoxian chatting endlessly with the waiter, he had long been impatient. He whispered: "Xiaoxian, why don't we find another restaurant?"

Lu Xiaoxian glared at him, and Zhang Meng stuck out his tongue and stopped talking.

Lu Xiaoxian looked at the waiter again: "Then tell me what food your restaurant has!"

"Sir, how about the chicken plate with fried rice and the cold sophora leaf soup?" the waiter recommended to Lu Xiaoxian.

Pan oil rice is a kind of flavor rice commonly eaten in the Tang Dynasty. It is made of fried shrimp, grilled fish, chicken, goose, pork and mutton enema and other ingredients, and is seasoned with ginger, cinnamon, salt and black bean.

Planting rice is similar to rice bowls in later generations.

Cold locust leaves are made by pounding the juice from young locust leaves and adding flour to make thin noodles, which are cooked and then made into cold noodles.

Lu Xiaoxian nodded: "Okay, that's it, come on quickly!"

The waiter agreed and walked to the back hall, shouting: "Chicken plate with oil rice and sophora leaf cold soup, two servings each!"

Lu Xiaoxian looked away from Xiao Er's back and told Zhang Meng: "Go to the Zuixiao Tower opposite to eat. Remember, just order these two items. After you finish eating, bring one portion of each back to me!"

"Why is this?" Zhang Meng blinked, puzzled.

Lu Xiaoxian replied: "I want to compare the taste with Yonghelou!"

"Why the comparison?" Zhang Meng still blinked, becoming more and more puzzled.
Chapter completed!