The sound of the piano is like a mountain stream, cheerful and joyful, tinkling and dingdong, and in the blink of an eye, it infiltrates every corner of the restaurant.

The chef and assistant chef who were busy in the back kitchen, the guy who was setting up the dishes and chopsticks, the shopkeeper who was checking the menu behind the counter, and even Wu Yu who was standing guard outside the door, all felt very happy. The nervousness of the first day of business also relaxed involuntarily.

The shopkeeper Fang looked at the girl who played the piano, and couldn't help but give Fan Datong a thumbs up, and whispered: "The owner is the owner, and the invited pianist has the level of the Qinhuai River!" ”

"Aren't you talking nonsense?" Fan Datong pouted and said, "That's Ma Xianglan." ”

"Huh?" Shopkeeper Fang couldn't help but open his mouth wide, before the accident in his restaurant, he often invited Qin Huai Kabuki to perform. At that time, Ma Xianglan was already a corner that his family couldn't afford.

More than a year has passed, and Miss Yima's talent and skills are afraid that they will become even more popular, right? How could they succumb to their small restaurant?

"How much money did the owner pay?" After being surprised, Shopkeeper Fang began to feel distressed again, and the secret path must have opened a sky-high price to impress Ma Xianglan.

"I said that I didn't pay a penny, do you believe it?" Fan Datong picked up the candied fruit on the counter and threw one into his mouth.

"No kidding." Shopkeeper Fang didn't believe it.

"I'm not kidding." Fan Datong pouted and said, "I went to invite the person, don't I know yet?" Your host wrote a letter to Miss Ma, and after reading the letter, Miss Ma's eyes turned red, and then she agreed, saying that this is not coming? ”

"Hey, the owner deserves to be the owner." Shopkeeper Fang wanted to break his head, but he couldn't figure out what spell Zhao Hao had cast, and he could actually make Ma Xianglan run over to play the piano as if he was enchanted. Could it be that he failed to do it?

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In the private room on the second floor, Zhao Hao stood in front of the window, quietly listening to the beautiful and cheerful sound of the piano, and the trace of anxiety in his heart disappeared.

"Son, your hotel doesn't accept individual guests." Zhao Shouzheng stood aside, a little worried for him: "If the person invited doesn't come, won't you be blind today?" ”

"My father is too worried, and it is their loss not to come, not my very fresh loss." Zhao Hao smiled confidently.

Even if Xuelang can't bring people today, what if they can't bring people today? As long as there is extremely fresh powder, it is certain that the restaurant will be popular, but it is just a day later and a day earlier, what's the big deal?

It's a big deal to be free for ten days, and then let Tang Fatzi pull some peers over, I don't believe that those Hui merchants who are tired of eating ordinary dishes will not buy Ben Gongzi's account?

Thinking of this, he relaxed, turned to the downstairs and shouted, "Guys, cheer up, open for business!" ”

"Okay!" Everyone downstairs responded in unison, and their spirits were lifted.

"The owner, the plaque hasn't been unveiled yet." Shopkeeper Fang reminded with a wry smile: "Please unveil the plaque with the old owner!" ”

"Okay." When Zhao Shouzheng heard this, he walked in four directions, with two hands behind his back, and went downstairs with a full posture.

At the door of the store, the guy put the whip again.

In the sound of crackling firecrackers, Zhao Hao and Zhao Shouzheng, father and son, stood at the door of the restaurant, each holding a red ribbon and pulling it down, and then ripped off the big red silk covering the plaque.

I saw that on the ebony plaque, the three strong and powerful gilded characters of 'Extremely Fresh' were particularly eye-catching!

The shopkeeper and Yu Jiachang took off the red silk covering the couplet.

"Wow!" Then an exclamation sounded, and someone read aloud:

"The name is three thousand miles to the north, and the taste is on the twelfth floor of the south of the Yangtze River! What a breath! ”

"It's delicious! The name of this restaurant is so domineering! I am a big deal, a lot of food, who dares to say that I am not ashamed to occupy the word 'extreme'? ”

"Let's try it today, if he can't occupy it, I have to paste this word for him!"

When everyone in the restaurant heard the voice, they saw that the people who spoke were several men riding tall horses and dressed as scribes.

Behind them, there was also a large group of carriages and sedan chairs slowly driving from the big stone bridge.

This momentum shocked the shopkeeper Fang, where did so many rich people come to Caijia Lane?

Zhao Hao was relieved, knowing that Xuelang had lived up to the trust.

Sure enough, I saw a shiny bald head, poking out of the carriage in front of him, and smiled at the men: "Everyone, this is it, let's go in!" ”

"Huh." A man wearing a black satin round-necked robe, a Tang scarf, and a free and easy gesture asked Xue Lang strangely: "Didn't the mage say that there would be a poetry meeting?" Why did you get to the restaurant? ”

"And it's a newly opened restaurant." The rest of the scribes were also puzzled, and looked at the snow waves expectantly. "The mage's actions are truly unexpected, and they are very exciting every time."

In a broken place like Caijia Lane, they are usually extinct and will not set foot in it.

Thanks to Xue Lang's very high style on weekdays, everyone was not angry, but felt that he was going to play some new tricks.

"Hehe, everyone, please see." Xue Lang pointed to Zhao Shouzheng, who was standing at the door of the restaurant, and said with a smile: "Do you still recognize this public?" ”

"Oh, this is ......" When everyone saw Zhao Shouzheng, they were stunned at first, and then laughed in surprise: "It turns out that the word father is here, no wonder!" ”

Everyone got off the horse and got off the sedan chair, competing with Zhao Shouzheng to clasp their fists and salute.

Zhao Shouzheng was busy and polite, and he was inevitably proud in his heart, when did I have such a face?

He ran away after pretending to be forced in Dabao'en Temple that day, but he didn't know how much shock he had caused - "Butterfly Love Flower" was a blockbuster, making his madman style deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. In addition, Master Xuelang actually abandoned the guests and chased him away, which made everyone even more impressed.

But the main reason is that the song "Butterfly Loves Flowers" is so popular. It has been spread from the Great Bao'en Temple to the banks of the Qinhuai River, and has spread all over Jinling City.

It can be said that there is a banquet place, and "Butterfly Love Flower" must be sung...... That is to say, Caijia Lane is all big and coarse, so it has not been passed on.

Nowadays, I don't know how many people want to meet the real author of this poem. When I saw my father, I naturally hoped to see the fig leaf of the Ming poetry that had been hidden deeply!

If you want to see the fig leaf, of course, you have to have a good relationship with your father first.

It was these celebrities and scholars who raised people to turn in one after another, and called Zhao Shouzheng brothers.

Xue Lang looked at this scene with a smile, and said in his heart, Lord Zhao, Master Zhao, now see how you can hide it......

He just wanted to look for Zhao Hao, but he was suddenly grabbed by someone, and dragged him into the restaurant without saying anything.

After the guests exchanged pleasantries with Zhao Shouzheng, they found that Master Xuelang was missing.

"The mage has gone upstairs." Fan Datong invited with a smile on his face: "Please come in for tea, and the mage will come down to speak later." ”

The guests did not doubt him, so they humbly entered the restaurant. Unexpectedly, the decoration of this store is quite elegant and exquisite, and the calligraphy and paintings on the wall are also very standard, which is by no means the handwriting of ordinary literati.

When everyone was trying to see which master these calligraphy and paintings came from, they suddenly heard someone exclaim.

"I'm not mistaken, isn't this a horse girl!"

ps. Ask for recommendation votes~~ The third issue of the "Little Pavilion Elder" prize guess starts, guess which poem Zhao Hao wrote in the letter to Ma Xianglan? This issue is not difficult, so the bonus is doubled~~~ In addition, the first one to guess will get a signed book; ）