As soon as this person asked, more and more people started asking.
Gradually, someone came up to laugh and asked Zhili if he could give him something to eat.
Others were making noises and wanted to eat too.
"If you want it, go get an empty plate." Zhili said gently to them.
Not long after, a pile of empty plates were handed to Zhili.
Zhili stood up with his chopsticks and divided out most of each plate, leaving a small portion for himself.
While dividing, he said: "This is mung bean paste and ox horn, and this is passion chicken feet."
"Would you like Poria Bean Crispy Cake or Jade Fried Cake?"
"Let me get you another sesame stick."
…
Zhi Li is not absolutely handsome, but his eyebrows are straight and clear, and he is gentle and approachable. He is completely different from Shen Lie, who is so unstoppable and stunning. When Zhi Li smiles, he is a popular face.
Others took the food and saw his hearty and broad smile again, and no one was unhappy.
"Thank you, sir!"
"Young Master is a good man, so generous!"
"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir!"
…
The two waiters on the side were surprised, not because of the lavish spending, but because of the words in his mouth.
A waiter came forward and said, "Sir, do you remember all the names of these dishes?"
"Don't forget," Zhili looked sideways at him, "my brother wants to hold a spring poetry banquet, I'm here to try the flavor."
"Ah, do you want to choose a small store?" The clerk was delighted, "If so, I will go find my shopkeeper!"
"Aren't I going to eat now?" Zheli smiled brightly, "We'll talk about it after I finish eating. If it's delicious, I'll choose yours."
"Okay, okay, sir, please eat quickly. You can eat it with all your heart!"
Zhili continued to give away cakes, and the two waiters went back to find the shopkeeper.
The lively commotion in the lobby attracted not only people outside the restaurant, but also the shopkeeper who could hear it faintly across two courtyards.
The two guys kept saying one thing to you and another to me, repeatedly emphasizing that the young man was generous.
But the shopkeeper didn't say a word. He kept his eyes closed, lying on the tall rosewood deck chair, slowly shaking the cattail leaf fan in his hand.
"The shopkeeper..." said a waiter.
The shopkeeper said calmly: "The really respectable people in Xizhou Prefecture and Hejing have their own chefs and large restaurants that have always cooperated. He? Come on."
"But the shopkeeper," the clerk felt pity, "his clothes and appearance are definitely not ordinary."
The shopkeeper opened his eyes and rolled his eyes: "How many times have I said it? There is a saying that it is better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix. Wearing gorgeous clothes, he is the tallest among us dwarves. It really magnifies the wealth and wealth of a family." He is nothing, he is a wretched person! He comes to our little Taochun House to pretend to be wealthy, no matter what!"
"Then, we don't want to do this business?"
"Mingtai County is in trouble." The shopkeeper closed his eyes again and waved the cattail leaf fan. "The candy is almost gone. If I take this business again, my boss will definitely question me. Let's just pretend that we don't know."
"Then, let's do it!" the guy had to say.
At the same time, the peach cake shop, sugar water shop and restaurants in several major markets all received some big orders, but they were all declined.
When the waiter ran back and told Zhili tactfully that they had no way to take care of the spring banquet, Zhili's expression changed drastically and he stood up in shock, causing those around him to look at him again.
"Why don't you accept it?" Zhili said sadly, "The golden jujubes you have here are my favorite now. I like all these cakes and cakes, but you don't accept them?"
"Yeah, why didn't you answer?" one person said.
"It's so delicious, Taochunlou will take it!" said another person.
"This young master is handsome and kind-hearted. It will be a good fate to accept him!"
"It's such a big deal, but you won't do it! Can't you see that the young master is a wealthy man?"
"that is!"
Almost all the people in the lobby had received cakes handed over by Zheli. Seeing that he was aggrieved, more and more people began to speak.
There were many people stopping outside the store to watch the excitement.
The guys were in great embarrassment and could only try their best to smooth things over.
"Hey, it's such a pity," Zhili stood up and said helplessly, "The pastries in your hotel are really excellent, but if you don't accept them, does it have anything to do with Mingtai County?"
When the clerk saw him taking the initiative to rescue the siege, he frowned and said, "It's just because of the Mingtai County incident that everyone is panicking."
"It's all that princess's fault," Zhili said angrily, "She's so good, she doesn't want others to have it easy!"
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked.
"Young Master, you must never say this!"
"Don't say that!"
"We didn't hear anything, let's go quickly!"
…
The waiter didn't dare to stay too long and hurriedly went to do other things.
In the next two days, it was reported that there was not enough sugar, oil, salt, and sauce.
Some cloth mills closed their doors, saying there was not enough material.
The popularity of General Yinlong Qilian lasted for less than three days, and now the talk in the streets and alleys of Xizhou Prefecture is basically about rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.
The stewards of the market and many shops will send their personnel to Mingtai County, and there are also a large number of curious people who also want to see the situation in Mingtai County. Many people think that the distance is close, and it is only a three-hour journey, so they go and have a look.
After all, we saw large numbers of soldiers on the official road
Various rumors and versions began to spread, and when the panic ended, the most direct contradiction pointed directly at the imperial city of Hejing.
The Zhang Mansion, located by the Yuyu Stone Bridge in Xizhou Prefecture, has been visited by groups of people in recent days.
At night, during the curfew, there were still nearly ten sedans and carriages parked at the entrance of the alley southwest of Zhang's residence.
Zhang Puxiang, the former Minister of Rites of the Great Bureau, who retired and returned to his hometown last year, was so tired that he leaned on a wicker chair and could hardly open his eyes. His three sons were responsible for receiving the guests throughout the whole process.
The last group to come were almost all students of Zhang Puxiang.
The one who is talking non-stop right now is Zhang Caiyun, who is trying his best to get Zhang Puxiang and several courtiers to jointly submit a letter.
Zhang Puxiang was feeling sleepy, and his white beard was long and sparse. Suddenly he opened his mouth and drool fell down along his beard.
When everyone who was talking saw it, they were all stunned.
Zhang Puxiang's eldest son Zhang Xunzhi immediately took out his handkerchief and called him in a low voice, trying to wake him up.
Zhang Puxiang leaned his head on his shoulder and began to snore.
"This..." Zhang Caiyun said.
"My father has been really tired these past few days," Zhang Puxiang's second son Zhang Leibu said, "Everyone, it's really getting late. Why don't you go back first and come back tomorrow?"
"You can't delay things any longer. One more day will mean another day of delay." Zhang Caiyun said.
"yes!"
"Teacher needs to be there as soon as possible!"
…
Seeing that the situation in the lobby was still like this, Zhang Xunzhi's third daughter, Zhang Yunyun, stood under the eaves not far away, gently shaking her head, looking helpless.
Xiaojing, the personal maid beside her, said softly: "Madam, let's go back first, it might take another hour."
"No." Zhang Yunyun's tone was a bit impatient.
A night bird suddenly flew over at this moment.
Zhang Yunyun looked up and saw the night bird landing in their Lingxiu Garden. Xiaojing whispered: "Madam, I have to go back now."
