Laifu Teahouse was overcrowded early in the morning, making the teahouse owner so happy that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.
In the lobby, people drinking tea and chatting gathered together, discussing the most talked-about things recently.
"...It's really beautiful at night. Half the street can be lit up. Even if you can't afford it, you can still enjoy it if you go in and take a look."
"I ate here once. It was half price on the opening day. Gee, the taste is enough to last three days."
"I heard that all the officials from Yinzhou were present. Is that true or not?"
The person who had eaten once said humbly: "Even Zhou Mu is here, and all the private rooms on the third floor are full, at least there are about 200 people."
The person who asked the question was surprised and couldn't help but wonder: "What is the origin of Juxianzhai, and how can it cause such a big sensation?"
"Who knows. Anyway, in this way, Juxianzhai can definitely be regarded as the best restaurant in Yinzhou. Fengle Tower and Baxian Tower are indeed not comparable."
"Isn't Juxianzhai a medicinal diet? How delicious can this medicine be?" Some people have never tried it and can't help but wonder.
"You are short-sighted. There are many kinds of medicinal food, and the taste is even richer. There are a hundred different dishes, and there is no one that is not delicious."
The crowd was amazed for a while, and then someone asked: "And what's going on with that Xue Tong? I heard that he plays the piano in Juxianzhai every day, what does he have to do with Juxianzhai?"
The crowd shook their heads again, but some people were well-informed and explained: "I seem to be obsessed with a piano, but that piano belongs to Juxianzhai."
...
The person being discussed in the teahouse was sitting on the stage of Juxianzhai with a sad look on his face, with two guards from Juxianzhai standing in front of him.
"Mr. Xue, there is nothing we can do if you bother us like this." One of the guards was helpless.
Xue Tong remained motionless, "Go and invite your boss here. If you don't see your boss today, I won't leave. I'll sleep here tonight."
The two guards looked at each other in embarrassment. After all, Xue Tong's reputation was there, and they did not dare to offend him easily. Then one of them said: "Why don't you go and ask?"
The named guard was speechless, "It's like this every day, and it's the same even if I ask." Then he advised Xue Tong: "Mr. Xue, since my boss has said that you can play for half an hour every day, then tomorrow
Just come again."
Xue Tong said stubbornly: "No, half an hour is too little, and I'm not tired. Twelve hours a day is fine.
Please tell your boss this, there are many people in this audience who are here for me, if I can be here twelve hours a day, it will be a good thing for Juxianzhai."
"It's a good thing for Juxianzhai, but it's a bad thing for you." Qingyu walked out from the background.
The two guards quickly cupped their hands and shouted "Miss San".
When Xue Tong saw Qing Yu, his eyes immediately lit up. He quickly stood up, cupped his hands and said, "Miss Third."
"This Fuxi Qin, for you, half an hour a day is enough. Any more, and you will go crazy." Qingyu said bluntly.
Xue Tong looked at the little girl in front of him who was less than half his height. He pondered for a long time and then asked the next best thing: "How about the third lady putting out the piano and I just watch it but not play it?"
Qingyu couldn't help but smile, "Wouldn't it be even more painful if you can see it but can't touch it? You can go back today. If you still want to play tomorrow, you can come back." Then he turned and left.
Xue Tong hung his head in confusion and stood for a long time before he walked off the stage dejectedly.
The two guards also breathed a sigh of relief. "Miss San has to come and urge her to leave every day. She is indeed a piano fanatic."
Xue Tong couldn't listen to what the two of them said. He just stepped down from the stage and went downstairs with a look on his face.
There were many people sitting on the first floor, having a meal. Someone saw Xue Tong leaving and asked, "Mr. Xue, are you leaving again?"
Xue Tong lamented, "It's hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice. She left."
After leaving Juxianzhai, Xue Tong was so lost that he didn't notice what was ahead and bumped into an old man who was also in a daze.
The old man was knocked staggered. Xue Tong finally came to his senses and quickly bowed to the old man to apologize. The old man just glanced at him, waved his hand, and continued to stare up at the door plaque in front of him.
"Good calligraphy, good calligraphy." The old man said sincerely.
This person is the famous calligrapher Yue Lao in Yinzhou. Because Juxianzhai was widely known, he also heard that there were many good calligraphy in it, and even heard that the calligraphy was much better than his, so he made a special trip
Come and see what happens.
Before coming, Mr. Yue didn't believe those so-called rumors, but after he came, just a plaque made him unable to move his feet.
"Like a high mountain, yet like flowing water, strong yet gentle, a combination of hardness and softness. The person who wrote this must be a person who has a mind for the world and a love for the world. His mind is not comparable to that of ordinary people like us."
After stopping for a long time, Mr. Yue had no choice but to sigh like this.
The servant beside him was fanning himself while urging: "Master, why don't we go in? The sun is too strong, so don't let your head get dizzy." After all, they had been standing here for nearly two moments.
Only then did Mr. Yue nod his head, and then walked up to Juxian Zhai.
Juxianzhai was originally the Zhao Mansion, and Mr. Yue was also invited to be a guest, but what came into view at this time was a completely different scenery, extremely novel.
The servant couldn't help but exclaimed: "No wonder it has been spread all over the city. It seems like it is really different from ordinary restaurants."
Mr. Yue was also quite surprised. He chuckled and said, "This shop owner will find another way." But soon his eyes were attracted by the pillars around the yard.
On those wooden pillars, many poems or couplets were written. At that time, many people gathered around to appreciate them.
Mr. Yue walked over and couldn't help but exclaimed "good word" again.
Among the crowd of onlookers, someone recognized Mr. Yue and quickly came forward to greet him with clasped hands.
Mr. Yue didn't bother to chat with people, and responded perfunctorily. Then he walked and admired it as if he were looking for a treasure, "Although it is a little worse than the calligraphy on the door plaque in front, it is definitely a rare and good calligraphy."
Someone added: "There are also some in the private room. Mr. Yue might as well go and have a look."
For a person who is good at calligraphy, appreciating other people's calligraphy is like appreciating a painting and never gets tired of it. But for Mr. Yue, it was even worse. He hurried towards the elegant room.
...
While many people are talking about Juxianzhai, there are also some people who are full of resentment towards Juxianzhai, such as Fengle Tower, Eight Immortals Tower, etc.
Because since the opening of Juxian Zhai, their business has plummeted. On the other hand, Juxian Zhai is overcrowded, and even if you want to have a meal, you have to make a reservation several days in advance.
Many restaurants are afraid that this situation will continue, which is a huge threat to them.
As a result, many restaurant owners came to Juxianzhai under the guise of eating, but actually for the purpose of inquiring.
Among them was He Zhi, the chief steward of the He family.