blue shirt oath

Chapter 31
The second day was a sunny day.

In the southeast, the city of the Three Wus, Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times.

It is March in the south of the Yangtze River, the season when the grass grows and the warbler flies.

The West Lake is as clear as blue, and there are many tourists on both sides of the bank. The Shongcui Tower located outside the Fengyu Gate on the east bank is especially lively today.

Starting at si o'clock in the morning, a wooden sign saying "full customers" was hung high in front of the gate of Shocuilou.

Standing below the steps were two bartenders in brown clothes, patiently explaining to every visitor who wanted to enter the restaurant that the restaurant was already overcrowded, and smilingly invited the guests to leave.

Many people came in high spirits and returned in disappointment.

There are also those who are dissatisfied because of this, but Shuo Cui Lou is a government-run restaurant, and the dissatisfied people don't dare to make more troubles except for a few complaints, and go to another house.

There were also some people who refused to leave and lingered outside the door to wait.

Qiantang is prosperous and there are many restaurants, but only this Shuocuilou has such a bustling scene. It is only because the Shuocuilou is located in the meeting of the West Lake and built near the water.

Especially in the past month, a new chef came to the Shocui Building, and he cooked excellent dishes. All the guests who came to taste it once were full of praise, and the business of the Shocui Building became more and more prosperous. , Passenger flow, financial resources are rolling in.

If you come directly without an appointment, you will have to wait in line from morning to noon, and maybe you can barely wait until lunch.

Just as many diners turned to leave, suddenly a car with lacquered red tassels stopped in front of the door, a little maid in pink clothes opened the curtain of the car, and a woman in a light purple dress came out of the car.

The woman helped the servant girl in pink to get out of the car, and the two bartenders hurriedly came up to flatter her: "Cui Niang is counted. Chen Xianggong has urged me several times."

That Cui Niang gave a soft "hmm", her voice was like pieces of gold, stones and jade, calm and cold, extremely beautiful.

When climbing the steps, Cuiniang noticed the blind father and daughter singing in the corner, frowned slightly, and whispered a few words to the maid, who heard the words, walked quickly, took out two slings of money and handed them to the father and daughter, attracting the attention of the father and daughter. Thank you again and again.

"Cui Niang is really kind-hearted. Over the years, this father and daughter have received so much kindness from you." The bartender who led Cui Niang into the restaurant praised repeatedly, but Cui Niang just remained silent.

The bartender stopped talking knowingly, he knew that Cui Niang was the leader of the upper hall of Pingkang Restaurant, named Liu Cui.

This Cui Niang is good at singing and dancing, and has a beautiful face, she is a well-known recorder in Hangzhou.

Today Wang Qinruo held a banquet at the Shocui Tower and invited her to join the fun.

The bartender in the Shuo Cui Building greeted her and sent her off. Seeing many different people, she didn't show any displeasure at Cui Niang's indifference, but introduced her into the restaurant courteously with a smile on her face.

Outside the building was bustling with pedestrians and tourists, who could enter the building, but the building was not as overcrowded as the bartender said.

Although there are many people sitting in the banquet hall on the first floor, it is not full. The guests either stand on the corridor to enjoy the lake view, or whisper with their companions, or sit alone and drink for themselves. One person made a loud noise, and the hall was very quiet and elegant.

Today is the birthday of Mr. Zhou’s mentor, and we are having a banquet in the Shong Cui Building, so even if the building is not full, no more people can be allowed in. The restaurant is full of people, if something goes wrong, it will be a big deal up.

Coming to the third floor, the third floor is a square hall with a circumference of 48 feet and a semi-fenced structure.

The west side of the third floor is completely open fence. As long as people go up to the third floor, no matter where they stand, they can have a panoramic view of the West Lake.

There are 24 large windows on the south and north sides respectively. The distant view outside the south window is Leifeng Pagoda, and the near view is Qianwang Temple; The bustling Yongjinmen.

Only the east side is a wall made of wooden boards, and in the middle is a large six-fold screen with blossoming red plums embroidered on it.

Behind the screen is a narrow desk with a height of half a person. On the table are three small bronze incense burners, burning incense inside, and green smoke curling up.

Right in front of the screen was the main table, and sitting on the black top chair in the center was an old man over fifty years old with a red face.

His narrow eyes are always squinting, as if he is calculating something all the time, being caught by him is like being stared at by a poisonous snake.

Cuiniang smiled lightly, revealing the dimples on her cheeks, and came gracefully in front of everyone: "Today is Mr. Chen's birthday, so I will pour wine for the two Mr. Chen first."

As he spoke, he raised the wine bottle on the bartender's tray beside him, and filled the wine glasses on the table in front of Wang Qinruo one by one.

"May Wang Xianggong enjoy immortal blessings forever, live as long as the sky, and Chen Xianggong be blessed as deep as the sea, live longer than mountains, and enjoy wealth forever."

It was clearly Chen Zhi's birthday banquet, but Cui Niang wished Wang Qinruo first and then Chen Zhi. Her flattery towards Wang Qinruo was quite obvious.

However, everyone has become accustomed to it. Although Chen Zhi is Wang Ruoqin's teacher, and Wang Qinruo is also a person who respects teachers and teachers, but Wang Qinruo is an official to the prime minister.

Therefore, facing Cuiniang's words, Chen Zhi was not at all displeased, on the contrary he laughed and raised his wine glass to respect Wang Qinruo.

Wang Ruoqin was overjoyed, raised his glass and drank it down.

The guests came and went, and after drinking a few glasses of wine, someone at the stairwell shouted in a drawn-out voice: "Sister Song's fish soup is here—"

Everyone knew it was time to serve.

The new cook in Shocui House cooks excellent dishes, so today can be regarded as a feast for the taste.

Everyone looked towards the stairway together, and saw a pretty girl about fifteen or sixteen years old holding a moon-white porcelain toupee in both hands, followed by several bartenders, each holding a toupee in their palms, all of which were all moon-white. Baiguan Kiln.

The little girl in the lead is wearing a water-green cross-neck jacket and a long skirt of the same color with high-rolled sleeves, and her hair is neatly tied in a bun, which is also tied with a green lun scarf.

Seeing her not squinting, she stepped forward steadily and quickly, carefully placed the soup in her hand on the main table above, opened the cover, and then made a "please" gesture and said:

"Sister Song's fish soup, please enjoy it while it's hot."

After finishing speaking, he wanted to leave, but was stopped by Wang Ruoqin: "Are you the new cook at the Shuocuilou?"

Song Guichen turned his head and blessed the body: "Master Hui, that's right."

Wang Ruoqin also heard about the culinary skills of the new cook in the Suocuilou, and last time he ate the old clam with pearls made by Song Guichen, and he was very appreciative.

Seeing that Song Guichen herself is actually a little girl who has not yet reached the level of Ji, she is not only very surprised, but praised: "You are so young, you have such a skill, you are really talented."

"Your Excellency is absurd, but it's just a craft for making a living, and it won't be on the stage."

Wang Ruoqin looked at the fish soup in the pottery, under the light, the fish soup in the moon white soup pottery was attractive, crystal clear, steaming hot, and tempting to eat.

"What's different about this fish soup? Why is it famous in Hangzhou?"

"Returning to my lord, today's fish soup is made of fresh mandarin fish steamed and then peeled off the skin and bones. It is cooked with shredded ham, shiitake mushrooms, minced bamboo shoots, chicken soup and other condiments, as well as my secret and exclusive seasoning. , naturally different from others.”

"Oh?"

Wang Qinruo squinted his eyes, apparently very interested in the generous little girl in front of him.

　Today I suddenly found out that several strangers voted for me, I am very happy, thank you, thank you very much.Thank you for the reward from the pavilion master~ hahaha~~ heartfelt~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)