It is said that even clay figures have some temper.
Lai Fu Gudonggeng is so shameless that Jiang Yanyi is now guarding against them like he is guarding against thieves.
Storytellers have to save face, so they won't come directly to Jiang Yanyi's shop to listen. Basically, the waiters in the restaurant go to listen, then go back and retell the stories. The storyteller will then organize the stories himself before telling them.
Mr. Ding from Lai Fu Restaurant is a master in storytelling, and his eloquence is amazing. Even if the servants hear the stories and go back to tell them in a dry way, he can take the framework of the story and polish it himself, and the story he tells will still be exciting, with some unique understanding and characteristics.
Jiang Yanyi was very worried and said to Yang Xiu and Bing Shao: "Pay attention, the people who often come to the door of the store to listen to storytelling these days are the servants of Lai Fu Restaurant. If they come again, just drive them away."
As soon as this trick came out, the waiters at Lai Fu Restaurant no longer squatted outside the door of the restaurant to listen to the storytelling in the cold wind. Instead, they took the money given by the restaurant owner and went into the restaurant openly to eat from the hotpot while listening to the storytelling.
Jiang Yanyi also asked Yang Xiu to stop the man, and decided not to do this business.
The waiter was so angry that he jumped up three feet high, "I came into the store to eat hotpot, why did you stop me? Hey, hey, hey, everyone who passes by, come and judge! I came into the store to pay the money, but Jiang Ji stopped me!"
Nowadays, Jiang Yanyi's hotpot shop is competing fiercely with Lai Fu's antique soup shop. Whenever there is any movement, many people gather to watch the fun.
Jiang Yanyi listened to the shouting of the Lai Fu Restaurant staff outside, closed the account book and walked out of the store, saying: "Go back and tell your boss that if he comes to eat the hotpot in person, I won't stop him. If he doesn't understand anything about running the store, he can ask me. We are all doing business on the same street. Even if the deal doesn't work out, we still have friendship. Can I hide it? Manager Xu uses money to let you, the servants of the restaurant, run to my store every day, and you don't learn well. Isn't this a waste of Manager Xu's money?"
After a barrage of sarcastic remarks, the onlookers thought it was just a joke about Lai Fu Restaurant and burst into laughter.
A spectator said, "Manager Jiang's shop has just produced a new batch of porcelain. The pomegranate pot and pumpkin cup are very interesting. I wonder when Lai Fu Restaurant will be able to produce these porcelains."
The servant felt his face burning and didn't dare to make a scene in front of Jiang Yanyi's shop, so he turned around and left.
Jiang Yanyi thought that this would allow Lai Fu Restaurant to hear the latest story a few days later, but unexpectedly, the next day Lai Fu Restaurant still repeated the book that the old scholar had told today.
She couldn't figure it out, so she asked Yang Xiu to find out. She found out that Manager Xu was just giving money directly to people who had no money to eat at the hotpot to come to her shop and eat. After listening to the story, they just had to go back and tell it again.
This makes it hard to guard against.
Mr. Ding has been telling stories for many years and has accumulated a lot of listeners. These days, the old scholar has become very famous, and some people who like to gossip can't help but compare the old scholar with Mr. Ding. Some say that the old scholar's stories are more delicate and moving, while others say that Mr. Ding's stories are simple but profound, and he polishes the original stories to make them more realistic, which is slightly better.
One day, the old scholar was telling a story in the restaurant. A customer suddenly put his teacup on the table with force and said contemptuously, "You are so slow-witted. You are not as eloquent as Mr. Ding! With such little ability, you dare to show off your skills in front of an expert?"
This was the first time that the old scholar was interrupted in all his years of storytelling. He ignored the man and continued.
The diner was not willing to give in and shouted, "Where is the shopkeeper? With this level of storytelling, is there phlegm stuck in his throat or is he out of breath? It's so disgusting that I can't even eat! If he keeps talking, I won't pay for this meal!"
The old scholar was forced to interrupt, looking a little embarrassed.
The other diners were already dissatisfied when this person started talking, and now that he interrupted again, they couldn't help but say, "I think it's well said."
"This person is so unreasonable. Is he deliberately looking for trouble?"
"It really opened my eyes that there are such rude people in the world!"
Jiang Yanyi was making dry pot in the kitchen. When she heard Yang Xiu say that someone was looking for trouble in the store, she took off her apron and went out.
The diner who was causing trouble was a middle-aged man, who looked quite wealthy when dressed. He crossed his legs and looked like he was the boss.
Jiang Yanyi maintained a polite smile and said, "Sir, I wonder if there is anything wrong with our hospitality?"
The diner raised his drooping eyelids lazily, peeled an orange and put it into his mouth. The big black mole at the corner of his mouth moved with his chewing movements. After chewing, he casually spat out the seeds and gestured with his chin to the old scholar sitting at the table: "Everything in this restaurant is good, but listening to this old guy telling stories is like a fly buzzing in my ears. It's annoying. I'm not cut out for this. Don't learn to tell stories at your age."
Jiang Yanyi still had a smile on his face, but his eyes had turned cold.
Oh, this guy might be a professional black fan.
She glanced at the old scholar who was being bullied by him and didn't know how to step down, and she wished she could slap him twice.
She gave the old scholar a reassuring look, then turned to ask the other diners in the restaurant, "Do you feel the same way?"
The other diners naturally said no, but those who could eat here were all respectable people and they did not have the face to argue with the man who was looking for trouble.
Jiang Yanyi smiled and said to the diner with the mole who was looking for trouble: "Look, everyone else in the restaurant likes the storytelling told by this old man."
The guest with the black mole picked his teeth and said arrogantly, "How can I like something just because others like it? I just think his storytelling skills are not good enough. Either you drive this storyteller away or I won't pay you!"
The old scholar had heard all kinds of insults in his life, but this was the first time that his storytelling ability was questioned. He felt uncomfortable and doubted his eloquence, but he didn't want to cause trouble for Jiang Yanyi, so he stood up, bowed and said, "Boss, I'll clear my table first."
It is considered a disgrace for a storyteller to leave the table. He will only do so when he is booed off the stage and his employer is unwilling to employ him again.
When the other diners heard this, they immediately chimed in:
"The storytelling was going on fine, why did they suddenly clear the table?"
"I'm just enjoying the show, why would I bother with that troublemaker? He doesn't own this restaurant!"
"That's right. I didn't charge you any money for listening to this storytelling, so why are you speaking so viciously? Try to be more polite!"
…
The diners were talking to each other, but the one with the black mole was very shameless. He didn't feel ashamed at all, and instead acted like a scoundrel.
Jiang Yanyi comforted the old scholar: "Please continue with today's storytelling."
She turned to the customer with the mole and said, "I have asked the waiter to invite the government officials to come over. Please sit for a while. If you don't pay, we can go to the government office to discuss the matter."
The diner with the black mole spit out the toothpick in his mouth with a "Puh" sound. "Why, I'm eating at your Jiangji Gudongtang and I can't say anything bad, or I'll report you to the police. You're being too overbearing in your business!"
Facing his sarcastic words, Jiang Yanyi showed no anger on his face, and only said: "Sir, you are wrongly accusing me. You didn't say that the pots in my shop are not delicious? I sell pots, not storytelling."
The black-mole diner didn't expect Jiang Yanyi to be such a good talker, so he pouted and said, "Your pot is not as good as Lai Fu's antique soup."
Jiang Yanyi said in a good-tempered manner: "You go to Laifu Restaurant and order a dish, and say it is not as good as the one in the restaurant in Beijing. Do you think Laifu Restaurant will not charge you?"
These mocking words made the diners in the restaurant burst out laughing.
The diner with the black mole wanted to say something more unpleasant, but Jiang Yanyi's eyes had turned completely cold. At the door, Yang Xiu and Bing Shao were standing with their arms folded. The tendons on their arms were very obvious through their winter clothes. The looks they gave him were particularly unfriendly, so he didn't dare to continue to find fault.
After paying the bill and walking out of the store, he spat fiercely: "This is a store opened by a stinky bitch, and the pots they cook in all smell like mutton!"
Yang Xiu and Bing Shao, who were standing at the door, looked at each other. Bing Shao understood what he meant and followed the diner with the black mole out.
The gourmet with the black mole was walking and strolling along the way. When he turned into an alley, a bamboo basket suddenly fell from the wall and covered his head. Immediately afterwards, countless punches and kicks hit him, each one hitting the flesh but avoiding all the vital parts.
The diner with the black mole was beaten so hard that he cried out, "Hero, spare me! Hero, spare me!"
No one paid any attention to him, and fists still rained down on the diner with the mole.
When passers-by were passing through the alley, they found a man with his head covered by a bamboo basket lying against the wall. They thought a murder had occurred and quickly reported it to the police. When the officials came, they found that the man was not dead, but all his teeth were knocked out, his face was swollen like a pig's head, and he had fainted from the pain.
Shopkeeper Xu has been in great spirits recently. Ever since Mr. Ding in his shop started talking about "Dream of the Red Chamber", business has been much better for both the antique soup shop and the restaurant. Even Shopkeeper Xu himself, when he has nothing to do, sits at the counter with his chin propped up and listens to the storytelling.
He was like this this afternoon, but the servants of the mansion came to the store in a hurry, looking panicked and said, "Master, the second master was beaten up."
Shopkeeper Xu was quite successful in business, but his younger brother was a good-for-nothing who spent all his time hanging out in gambling houses and brothels.
When Shopkeeper Xu heard what the servant said, his first reaction was that he was being chased by the gambling house for debts from gambling, or that he had a conflict with someone because of visiting prostitutes. He said impatiently, "He's a grown man, and every time he gets into trouble, I have to clean up his mess."
The servant hesitated for a moment and said, "Second Master's teeth were all knocked out. Second Master said it himself, it was probably done by the people from Jiang Ji Gu Dian Soup."
When Shopkeeper Xu heard that it was related to Jiang's, his expression changed.
***
Although the old scholar finished the second half of the storytelling that afternoon, he was obviously not in a good state.
When it was time for dinner, the old scholar didn't even eat two bites of food and looked like he was worried.
Jiang Yanyi knew that he must have been influenced by the words of the diner with the black mole.
She said, "That person did it on purpose, don't take it to heart."
The old scholar nodded, but he kept picking up and putting down his chopsticks, and he was not as energetic as before.
The next day, it was almost noon and the old scholar had not come to the store yet. Jiang Yanyi asked Bing Shao to go to the old scholar's home in the south of the city, only to find out that the old scholar was sick.
It turned out that the old scholar wanted to practice storytelling last night. His house was surrounded by neighbors, and as soon as he opened his voice, everyone in the compound could hear him. The old scholar was afraid of disturbing his neighbors' rest, so he went to the wilderness to practice his voice. He caught a cold late at night, and this morning he was so sick that he couldn't get out of bed, and his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't speak.
Those who came to the store with great interest to listen to the old scholar's storytelling that day were inevitably disappointed when they learned that the old scholar would not come today.
Some people even walked into the store and left immediately: "Since we can't hear the latest round, we might as well come to Fugu Gugeng to listen to yesterday's round again. Mr. Ding's talk is not bad either!"
Qiu Kui was so angry that he broke one of his chopsticks: "Hua Hua, how could they do this?"
Jiang Yanyi patted her head and said, "Don't be angry, let's think of a solution."
Although today's business is not as prosperous as when the old scholar was telling stories, it is not too quiet either. The food in Jiang Yanyi's store tastes great and cannot be imitated by others, so there is still a group of loyal customers.
When an old customer came in, Jiang Yanyi would ask with a smile, "Is it still the same as before?" without saying a word.
The diner smiled implicitly, nodded, and walked to his usual seat. Thinking of the rumors he heard outside, he couldn't help but ask, "Manager Jiang, I heard that you asked someone to beat up the diners in the store?"
Jiang Yanyi was confused: "Where did you get this from?"
The customer said, "It is said that a customer came to your restaurant yesterday and ordered a hot pot, but he didn't like it. After paying the bill, he was beaten on his way back, and all his teeth fell out."
Jiang Yanyi immediately thought of the diner with the mole yesterday. She said, "Fortunately, there were other diners in my restaurant yesterday. It was clearly that diner who was aggressive and insulted the storyteller in my restaurant several times. In the end, he wanted to leave without paying the bill. So many eyes watched him walk out of my restaurant, how could he be beaten and put the blame on me."
Yang Xiu and Bing Shao, who were busy at work, felt guilty when they heard her words.
Other diners who came to the restaurant today were also present yesterday, and they all echoed Jiang Yanyi's words.
The rest of the people who were not in the know also realized that this was a deliberate smear campaign. They felt that Jiang Yanyi, a woman, had to run such a shop and endure these rumors, so they couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic towards her.
Although Jiang Yanyi said this to outsiders, she knew it in her heart. When she saw that no customers came to the store anymore, she glanced at Yang Xiu and Bing Shao and went to the backyard.
The two of them followed him consciously and arrived at the backyard. Without waiting for Jiang Yanyi to ask, Bing Shao said, "Boss, I took the initiative to beat that bastard. He has a dirty mouth."
Yang Xiu hurriedly said, "I asked Bing Shao to go. I didn't expect to cause trouble to the shopkeeper. I will ask the Third Master for punishment later."
Jiang Yanyi said: "Now is not the time to talk about this. Have you figured out the identity of that person?"
Bing Shao nodded: "That man is the younger brother of the owner of Lai Fu Restaurant. He is a scoundrel on weekdays."
When Jiang Yanyi heard that it was Lai Fu Restaurant again, he was furious and said, "Since Lai Fu Restaurant has the nerve to file a complaint first, then we should throw this basin of dirty water back at them!"
"You hire some people to go to Lai Fu Gu Dong Soup to make trouble. Make sure everyone knows about the disgusting things Lai Fu Restaurant has done!"
Yang Xiu went directly to the inn and called all of Chu Changping's other confidants over. The group disguised themselves and sneaked into Lai Fu Gudong Soup.
The people who came to eat at Lai Fu Antique Soup were already familiar with Yang Xiu, so he didn't go into the store. Instead, he stood at the door and listened to the storytelling with other people who couldn't afford to eat from the pot.
When Mr. Ding was telling the story, Chu Changping's confidant deliberately said loudly: "What the hell is this? It's not as detailed as what Jiang Ji Gudong Soup said."
Mr. Ding on the stage had a slightly stiff expression on his face. Ever since he took the top spot in Xizhou's storytelling, no one had ever said that his storytelling was bad.
He wanted to ignore it and continue telling stories, but soon another voice rang out: "If the storyteller at Jiang's was not sick today and didn't tell stories, who would come here?"
"You may have been pissed off by someone. Someone was causing trouble there yesterday, saying that the storyteller in the other store was not as good as Mr. Ding. You were not there at the time, but the words he said were so nasty that he ate the pot and still wanted to refuse to pay! He's just like a scoundrel!"
"I know what this brother said. The one who caused trouble at Jiang's yesterday was really shameless. It is said that he was the younger brother of the owner of this restaurant. It was obviously the old gentleman who told the story first, but he kept saying that the old gentleman was not qualified to tell the story. Mr. Ding's words were good, but wasn't he also repeating what the old gentleman said?"
"Oh, this is interesting. Didn't they say that Jiang's was unreasonable and beat up the diner? It turns out that the diner was the younger brother of Shopkeeper Xu!"
"It looks like they are the ones who caused trouble in the past! They immediately copy whatever is displayed and sold in other people's shops. Now they even copy other people's storytelling, and they don't think it's shameful!"
Mr. Ding on the stage was even more embarrassed and argued: "What Mr. Ding said was all conceived by Mr. Ding himself."
He was talking about the words. The stories told by storytellers are all similar, and their success lies in the words and the mobilization of emotions.
Yang Xiu, who was standing at the door, immediately shouted, "Since it was Mr. Ding's own idea, then Mr. Ding, please tell us what the next chapter of Dream of the Red Chamber will be about. Don't wait until Jiang Ji has finished talking before you start talking."
“This…this…” Mr. Ding couldn’t explain it.
The diners who like to listen to his storytelling can't help but ask: "Aren't there the same stories in the world? What law stipulates that storytellers can't tell the same story?"
Yang Xiu glanced at the man and said, "Tell me, where else have you heard of Dream of the Red Chamber? Why are some people as thick-skinned as a city wall? They use other people's stories and then turn around and criticize them for not telling the story well. They are really like eating with a bowl in hand and cursing when they put the bowl down!"
"You know what? I listened to a storytelling in front of Jiang's restaurant. If I go back and sit in any noodle shop, I'm afraid I can become a storyteller."
Faced with such sarcasm, Mr. Ding was embarrassed. He opened his folding fan to cover his face and left in a hurry.
Shopkeeper Xu, who came over after hearing the noise, saw him leaving quickly with a fan covering his face, and quickly chased after him: "Mr. Ding, where are you going?"
Mr. Ding bowed to Shopkeeper Xu and said, "Shopkeeper, please find someone else."
After saying this, he ran away.
Shopkeeper Xu was so angry that he threw his sleeves.
Some diners in Lai Fu Gu Gu Tang Restaurant saw Mr. Ding leave and the story they were halfway through ended. They couldn't help but get angry at the people who had just echoed the words: "What does Jiang Ji have to do with us? You angered Mr. Ding away, where can we go to listen to the storytelling?"
Yang Xiu said, "They pissed off the storyteller Jiang Ji and made him sick. He won't tell the next story, so why would you listen to him? If you want to blame someone, blame the person who made the storyteller Jiang Ji sick."
The person who was speaking was silenced.
Wasn’t it the person who made Mr. Jiang’s storyteller sick who was pissed off that he was the younger brother of Manager Xu
Although everyone knows that businessmen will use some tricks, what happened at Lai Fu Restaurant today was indeed despicable, so much so that the reputation of Lai Fu Restaurant has also declined a lot.
***
When Feng Shuo heard about this, he looked at Jiang Yanyi, who was practicing calligraphy at the desk, with some inexplicable emotions in his eyes: "Why didn't you tell me about this when you encountered such a thing?"
Jiang Yanyi was concentrating on writing. When Feng Shuo mentioned this again, he obviously didn't take it to heart. He just said, "Doing business always brings all kinds of troubles. If I don't learn to deal with them myself, I will have to rely on you every time. The smoother the road is, the harder it will be when I encounter obstacles in the future."
Feng Shuo turned a page of the book in his hand and said, "It's good for you to think this way. When I'm alive, I won't let anyone hurt you in the slightest. But if one day I die, I hope you have the ability to protect yourself and live well."
When Jiang Yanyi heard the word "death", his hands trembled, and the half-practiced page of calligraphy was smudged by ink.
Maybe it was because her current life was too far away from the plot of the original book, she had forgotten that Feng Shuo would eventually die. Suddenly, when she heard him say that, she felt inexplicably panicked.
She put down her brush and said unhappily, "Can't you say something auspicious?"
Feng Shuo raised his eyebrows and said, "You have a temper now?"
Jiang Yan glared at him angrily and pushed the copybook away: "My hands hurt, I won't practice anymore."
Feng Shuo put down the scroll in his hand and said with a smile: "Who said his handwriting was ugly and wanted to borrow a copybook from me to practice calligraphy? How many pages have you written?"
Jiang Yanyi retorted: "I didn't say my handwriting is ugly, I just said it's not pretty! How can being pretty be the same as being ugly?"
Feng Shuo was silent for a second: "Is there any difference?"
Jiang Yanyi: “…”
There really is no way this relationship is going to work.
She stood up and was about to leave, but Feng Shuo stretched out his long arms and easily trapped her between his chest and the desk. It was not a hug. He seemed to just want to teach her calligraphy. He picked up the brush and handed it to her, with a helpless smile in his voice: "You..."
Maybe the doting tone in his last voice was too alluring, and the subtle annoyance in Jiang Yanyi's heart suddenly disappeared.
She held the pen, and he held her hand, guiding her to write on the paper stroke by stroke, his voice low and mellow: "Holding the pen requires the five words 'push, press, hook, block, and resist'. If you can't hold the pen steadily, the words you write will naturally not look good."
A strand of his long hair hung down, occasionally brushing across Jiang Yanyi's earlobe, causing a slightly cool and itchy feeling.
Jiang Yanyi hummed, but scratched his ear uncomfortably with his other hand.
Feng Shuo looked at her originally white ears which had turned red, his eyes slightly deep, and suddenly he leaned over and bit them lightly.
It didn't hurt, but at that moment my whole body felt like it was electrocuted. Jiang Yanyi looked back at him in confusion.
The instigator could still tell her in the tone of a teacher teaching a student: "Focus."
If his voice hadn't been hoarse, she would have believed his lies.
***
Because the old scholar was in poor health, he didn't come to Jiang Yanyi's shop for three to five days due to the cold. Those who wanted to listen to the storytelling were very upset. At first, they didn't think anything was wrong, but in the end, they started to complain more and more.
When Feng Shuo went to the store later, he wrote an article "Antique Soup" to praise Jiang Yanyi's store. During the days when the old scholar was away, the business of Jiang Yanyi's store was not affected at all. Many literati and poets came here to admire its reputation. After three rounds of drinks, they asked Jiang Yanyi for paper and pen, recited poems and composed essays, and then admired Feng Shuo's original works.
It was also at this time that Jiang Yanyi learned that Feng Shuo's calligraphy was actually very popular throughout the Daxuan Dynasty. There was even a wealthy businessman who spent a fortune to buy the fu written by Feng Shuo. Jiang Yanyi felt painful for a long time, but still couldn't bear to sell it.
She directly framed the poem and hung it in the store as a living sign. Jiang Yanyi also framed the poems written by other talented people who came here to praise her hot pot restaurant, and it became an ancient Internet celebrity food restaurant.
With Feng Shuo's fu, Jiang Yanyi's shop had enough gimmicks to compete directly with Lai Fu's Imperial Chef Signature Antique Soup, and no longer had to be overshadowed by Lai Fu Restaurant.
Compared to the thriving Jiang's Gudong Soup, the business of Lai Fu Restaurant and Gudong Soup is not as good as before. Manager Xu wishes he could kill his younger brother who is always causing trouble instead of helping others.
He flipped through the account book and slammed it shut, then shouted, "It's not a good idea for the restaurant to continue like this. Mr. Lu said the other day that the quality of the restaurant's banquets is not as good as before. How's Chef Yao doing?"
The restaurant manager replied, "He refused to accept the gift. I went to his house twice, but he refused to see me."
Shopkeeper Xu said in annoyance, "These stinky cooks are used to thinking themselves important. Since he doesn't want to come back, there's no need to look for him again. I don't believe that I can't find a better cook with the money."
The restaurant manager thought that Mr. Ding was unwilling to cooperate with their restaurant because he had lost face before, so he asked again: "Boss, who should we invite to our restaurant's storyteller again?"
Shopkeeper Xu glared at him and said, "Isn't that embarrassing enough? Do you think that Gu Gu Tang Fu in the shop is really praising people? This is the guy in the palace trying to scare people!"
Although there were rumors before that the shopkeeper Jiang Ji and the King of Liaonan were having some affair, as the rumor was that one was a common woman and the other was a royal family, shopkeeper Xu just thought it was someone else's fabrication. After all, if the shopkeeper Jiang Ji really wanted to climb up the high branch of the King of Liaonan, why would she do such a high-profile business
But now, this fu written by the King of Liaonan forced him to think deeply.
Lai Fu Restaurant is considered to be well-behaved, but other restaurants do not have such a keen eye and are still learning from Lai Fu Restaurant, who previously asked people to relay the storytelling from Jiang Yanyi's restaurant.
But the storytellers they invited were basically not up to standard. The stories they retold were boring, and some detailed details were either omitted or told incorrectly. The diners who went to the restaurant did not support the restaurant at all, so Jiang Yanyi did not have to worry about it.
Her shop is quite attractive, the food is novel and unique, and the taste is delicious. Because the shop is small, the people who make reservations to eat hotpot are often booked up within three days. Jiang Yanyi calculated her financial situation and thought about opening a branch.
Unfortunately, before she could implement her plan, it was disrupted by news from the capital.
Fan Wei rebelled, and Concubine Xi, who was extremely favored by the new emperor, was killed by Imperial Noble Consort Fan. The new emperor killed Imperial Noble Consort Fan in anger, and the rebels led by Fan Wei were defeated and are now fleeing to Yingdu.
Jiang Yanyi had read the original book, so he naturally knew that the heroine Jiang Yanxi was not dead, but the palace maid who took care of her. He was only afraid that Jiang Yanxi was on her way to Xizhou at this moment, after all, the second male lead Lu Linyuan was here.
The author has something to say: Feng Shuo: I think we can arrange a kissing scene after biting the ear.
A certain author: Don’t even think about it, the scale doesn’t allow it.
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