Like most serious restaurants in Beijing, Shenxianju only opens its doors near noon, and customers flock in as soon as it opens.
In addition to eating and drinking, it can also be used for business dealings and gatherings with friends.
It was just past noon, and when three or four people entered the Immortal Residence, they were told by the waiter that they had not left.
"There are still private rooms, do you want the officials?" the waiter asked with a smile.
The private rooms are naturally more expensive than private seats. Several people looked at each other, and one of them looked at the hall.
"Seller, there are a few fewer seats here than before," he said. "There's a lot of space over there, so why don't we set up a few more tables."
The waiter in the shop is still smiling.
"This is not good. Everyone is worried about the smoke, so it's better to stay farther away." He said, "If the officials don't want to go to the box, they can come back later."
Having said this, the four of them had no choice but to step forward.
"Why are you afraid of being fumed?" One person shook his head and said, "It was clearly done on purpose, forcing people to go to the private room."
"There's nothing we can do about it. Who makes people more popular?" said another, rubbing his hands and looking at the street, "What's the point? Where should we go to eat?"
"This is specially for the passing gods. Since you can't eat it, you can just take a bite wherever you want." Others said.
There are many restaurants on this street. A few people walked into one and sat down. They were about to order food and drinks when they heard that there seemed to be a dispute among the people sitting next door.
"...Hey, why are you so stupid... Just have a fire, whether it's a charcoal stove or a wine-warming clay stove, as long as it can be heated, and put a pot on it, a clay pot and a casserole will do, but remember to use bone broth...
"
"Sir, what's the way to eat this?"
"This is a happy way to eat! Go, go and get it!"
The bustle here attracted everyone in the hall to take a look, and when the waiter in the shop laid out the things as instructed, everyone was even more surprised.
"If you want another handful of vegetables and a chicken, just chop it up for me," the man said.
The waiter in the shop reluctantly took it as he was told.
"How do you eat here?" the person next to me couldn't help but ask.
There are two diners sitting opposite each other, both wearing scholar's shirts, and their gestures are elegant, but the way they eat...
One scribe tore up a handful of vegetables and threw them into a small casserole, while the other poured a plate of chicken into it.
"Just eat it like this, add whatever you want, it's up to you, so it's called being happy and at ease." The scribe said with a smile.
"Is this... just like a passing deity in the immortal's residence?" The man watching here couldn't help but ask.
"Immortals? That's what gods eat. I eat it as a mortal. I don't have to pay too much attention to it. I can do whatever I want." The scribe smiled and glanced at several cases, picked up a glass of wine and poured it into the pot.
The bone broth is tumbling, and the aroma instantly envelops the wine.
The scribe sitting there laughed.
"Last time, Brother Liuquan added sesame pepper sauce, which made his mouth swollen for two days, but he was still addicted to it." He said, "Now you add wine, we should not be drunk without drinking it."
Their joking, coupled with the aroma, attracted everyone in the hall to look over, point and discuss, and finally their eyes fell on the boiling pot.
"Store." One of the four people coming out of Shenxianju turned to the waiter and said, "Give us one of these."
The waiter was stunned for a moment and said ah.
As they take the lead, others will follow suit.
"Yes, yes, let's eat and have fun as a side dish, a handful of vegetables, a pot of soup, a chicken or a duck, how much money can we have?" the scribe over there smiled, raising his chopsticks, "I said the store owner
, please don’t ask me for money, Taipingju is very honest, he doesn’t even charge for vegetable soup, he only charges for raw meat.”
That really doesn't cost a lot of money.
Everyone present was busy shouting. The shopkeeper, who had heard the commotion and had come over earlier, his eyes jumped and came over with a smile.
"Guanren, are you saying there are other places to do this?" he asked with a smile.
"Yes, Taipingju outside the city doesn't do it. It's just a customer who is in a hurry to eat and cooks it by himself. Taipingju doesn't do it. It just gives everyone what they want. Well, the fun lies in making it yourself, whatever you want.
Just make it however you want, whether it tastes good or not, each has its own fun." The scribe smiled.
"Now for a spring outing, you can take it with you. Just go out in the wild, use the ground as a mat, a handful of vegetables, a prey, and a pot of wine." Another scribe shook his head and said, raising the glass and drinking it down, as if at this moment
Having already done this, "this is how it should be."
The shopkeeper smiled and ordered the waiter.
"Go and serve the dishes to the guests." He said, smiling and nodding at everyone, "Of course, we don't charge money. We have also given the dishes and pots of soup to everyone. If the meat is raw, naturally it will be at the raw price.
.”
Hearing this, everyone here applauded, and even a few people who had not planned to order it also started ordering it. Anyway, it was still a few bucks, and they were very happy.
Be happy and at ease.
The shopkeeper turned around and walked away with a smile on his face and a thoughtful expression. He stood in front of the counter and looked out sideways. He could see the huge colorful building of Shenxianju standing there.
He turned his head again and looked inside his hall. The waiters moved quickly and placed charcoal hotpots for each seat one by one. As the number of pots increased, there was a bit of smoke in the hall.
It's simple to make, just a pot and a fire. The most important thing is that it's not worth a lot of money.
Those who have no money care about money, and those who have money will never dislike having more money.
I don’t know if the first person who said this was unintentional or intentional. If it was unintentional, he would be a free and easy person. If it was intentional...
It seems that Shenxianju is really in trouble.
The smile on the shopkeeper's lips grew stronger and stronger, and he looked outside the door again, looking at the colorful flags flying on the Shenxian Residence.
"Alas." He let out a long breath, as if talking to himself, in a longer tone, "Gods are not as good as mortals. They are most carefree when they are happy."
Several drunken guests were helping each other to stagger out. They happened to hear it, and one of them looked at him with drunken eyes.
"Store, this little Ling sings well." He said, repeating it himself, and patted the drunk counter, "Gods are not as good as mortals. They are the most carefree when they are happy, so they sing well!"
The shopkeeper laughed and helped him personally.
"The official sings well," he said.
The drunken man also laughed drunkenly and staggered out of the door.
"...Gods are not as good as mortals...they are the most carefree when they are happy..."
The drunken singing, loud and low, spread intermittently on the street.
Mrs. Qin looked at Mr. Qin who was sitting down with a smile.
"Why didn't Thirteenth go out to play today?" she said, "It's just the right time for spring."
Qin Langjun looked at his mother.
"Mom, I'm sixteen now, no longer a child." He smiled helplessly, "Don't talk to me like that."
It seems that the next moment I will reach out to touch my head, and then ask if the meal is ready.
Mrs. Qin was still smiling.
"Yes, yes, we thirteen have grown up." She laughed with the servants kneeling beside her.
"Mom, I have grown up. As you said, I am allowed to do whatever I want." Qin Langjun said, "Is my marriage included in this?"
Mrs. Qin raised her sleeves and covered her mouth, turning her head and smiling narrowly at the servants.
"Oops, I got sued." She laughed.
The servants and wives did not dare to laugh along, feeling a little helpless.
"Madam, please listen carefully to Thirteenth Lang and don't interrupt," they said.
Mrs. Qin even smiled.
"Thirteen, look, everyone is helping you." She smiled.
Qin Langjun looked at her without smiling.
Mrs. Qin stopped laughing.
"Then what did Mrs. Cheng tell you? Did she accuse you?" She leaned forward and asked with some curiosity, "Did she say that she didn't want you to retaliate?"
Qin Langjun rolled his eyes helplessly.
"Do you still need to say this?" he said, "Mother, please stop making trouble."
Mrs. Qin smiled and sat upright.
"Thirteenth Lang, I just want to help you." She said.
"Mother, I will do it myself." Qin Langjun said, "Now that she is still angry, if we do this, we are holding her hostage, which will make her even more annoyed. Besides, she and I have no intention of doing this.
"
Mrs. Qin said oh, seeming a little unhappy.
"She is so good? Why does she still look down on our family?" she said.
"Mother, do you think it's important for me or for others to think highly of me?" Qin Langjun asked.
Mrs. Qin was busy and smiled again.
"Of course thirteen is important. It doesn't matter what others think of us," she said.
"In this case, mother should be happy for me." Qin Langjun said.
"Mother, I am always happy for Thirteen." Mrs. Qin said immediately.
Qin Langjun smiled, looked at his mother and nodded.
"Is this true for all mothers?" he said suddenly.
Mrs. Qin was a little confused.
"Why did you say this?" she asked.
Qin Langjun sighed softly and looked outside the door.
"Mrs. Cheng's mother knew clearly that she gave birth to a stupid boy, but she still couldn't bear to drown him. She also knew that I was disabled, but she never disliked me." He said in a low voice, "Only in the eyes of my mother, we are incomplete.
People are like treasures."
Mrs. Qin's nose felt sore and she almost shed tears.
"That's natural." She straightened her back again, "The children I gave birth to and raised are all treasures in the world."
After saying that, he sighed and looked at Qin Langjun.
"Okay, I won't blame that little lady Cheng, you don't need to help her explain her pity," she said.
"You speak from the bottom of my heart." Qin Langjun said with a facelift.
"Words from the bottom of my heart are not without purpose." Mrs. Qin said with a smile, "My son, you have been fighting with your mother and me since you were three years old. Now that you are sixteen, your mother should be better off."
Qin Langjun laughed, and the servants also laughed without hesitation.
"After all, she doesn't agree?" Mrs. Qin asked.
"That's why I said that my mother should be happy for my son." Qin Langjun said with a smile.
"Then Mrs. Cheng is already so ugly that you would rather have her legs gone than live with her for the rest of your life?" Mrs. Qin asked with a smile.
"Mother, don't interrupt." Qin Langjun said helplessly.
Mrs. Qin smiled and stopped talking.
"Doctors are not autonomous." Qin Langjun said, "If she agrees to marry me, she will not treat me."
"How is that possible?" Mrs. Qin shook her head and said.
"Because getting married is not a favor." Qin Langjun said, "She treated me on her leg because she was getting married. This is a threat in my eyes. I married her because of my leg surgery. This is also a threat in her eyes.
If she is cured, we think it should be done, but if she is not cured, we will become enemies. No matter whether she is cured or not, there will be rifts between us husband and wife. As a couple, we are bound to have troubles at home. So, what is there to be happy about?
"
Mrs. Qin and the servants were stunned when they heard this and looked at each other.
"That's it." She said, nodding thoughtfully.
"Now that she doesn't agree to the marriage, I still have the opportunity to diagnose and treat her." Qin Langjun continued with a smile, "either out of affection or out of interest, she treats illness and saves people. I am grateful to pay for it. It is beneficial to her.
For me, isn’t it the best?”
Mrs. Qin nodded and said oh again, as if she was suddenly enlightened.
"Then let's just get married." She said cheerfully, turning to look at the maid, "When I go to Zhou's house to tell someone, I was rude at first, and then I asked Zen Master Minghai to see it. It's not appropriate for Thirteen to get married early. I don't dare to delay Mrs. Cheng. We'll talk about it later.
Bar."
The servant girl responded yes.
Qin Langjun thanked him with a smile and left. When he walked to the door, Mrs. Qin called him again.
"Thirteen, I almost fainted because you talked so much." She said with a smile, "Actually, it's because Mrs. Cheng didn't like you, right?"
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