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There is a saying that clay figurines also have three tempers.

Laifu Antique Soup is so shameless, Jiang Yanyi is now guarding against them as if guarding against thieves.

A storyteller needs face, and it’s not easy to come directly to Jiang Yanyi’s shop to listen to it. Basically, the servants in the restaurant go to listen to it, and then go back and retell it. The storyteller organizes the story himself before telling it.

Mr. Ding of Laifu Restaurant can achieve the top position in storytelling, and his eloquence is very good. Even if the boy heard the story and told it dryly when he went back, he used the framework of the story to polish it himself. , It's still wonderful to talk about it, and there are some more unique understandings, which are quite distinctive.

Jiang Yanyi was very troubled and said to Yang Xiubing and the two of them: "Pay attention, these days the people who often come to the door of the store to listen to storytelling are the boys from Laifu Restaurant. If they come again, they will be driven away."

As soon as this trick came out, the servants of Laifu Restaurant stopped squatting at the door of the shop to blow the cold wind to listen to storytelling, and took the money given by the owner of the restaurant to enter the restaurant in a dignified manner and listen to the pot while eating.

Jiang Yanyi also asked Yang Xiu to stop him, so it doesn't matter if he doesn't do this business.

The boy was so angry that he jumped three feet high, "I went into the store to eat hot pot, why do you stop me? Hey, hey, everyone who passed by came to comment! I took money to enter the store, but this Jiang Ji stopped me." Don't do it!"

Now Jiang Yanyi's Guozidian is fighting fiercely with Laifu Antique Soup Arena, and whenever there is a little trouble, many people will gather to watch the excitement.

Jiang Yanyi listened to the yelling of the boy in Laifu Restaurant outside, closed the account book and walked out of the shop: "Go back and tell your boss, if he comes to eat the pot in person, I won't stop him. If there is anything he doesn't understand when he opens the shop, It’s okay to ask me, everyone is doing business in the same street, and there is no righteousness in business, can I still hide it? The shopkeeper Xu used money to let you servants of the restaurant come to my shop every day, you can learn Not smart, isn't this a waste of shopkeeper Xu's money?"

When the words of guns and sticks were thrown down, the onlookers just saw a joke of Laifu Restaurant, and burst into laughter.

A spectator said: "The shopkeeper Jiang has fired a new batch of porcelain. The pomegranate pot and pumpkin cup are very interesting. I don't know when Laifu Restaurant will be able to fire these porcelain."

The boy felt his face was hot, and he didn't dare to make a splash at the door of Jiang Yanyi's store, so he turned his head and left.

Jiang Yanyi thought that this would allow Laifu Restaurant to hear the latest story a few days later, but the next day Laifu Restaurant still retell the book that the old scholar said today.

She couldn't figure it out, so she asked Yang Xiu to inquire about it, only to find out that shopkeeper Xu gave money directly to let some people who have no money to eat pot to eat in her shop, and just go back and tell the story after hearing the story.

This makes people hard to guard against.

Mr. Ding has been a storyteller for many years and has accumulated a lot of listeners.These days, the old scholar is famous, and some good people can't help but compare the old scholar with Mr. Ding. Some say that the old scholar speaks more delicately and movingly, and some say that Mr. Ding's storytelling reveals the deep meaning in the simple words, embellishing the original story. After "color", it is more realistic and slightly better.

One day, the old scholar was telling a story in the shop, when a diner suddenly put the teacup on the table forcefully, and said contemptuously: "The speech is muddled, not at all as sharp as Mr. Ding's words! With this little ability, how dare you fight against others?"

It was the first time that the old scholar was interrupted in the middle of his storytelling for so many years. He ignored the person and continued talking.

But the diner refused to let go, and shouted loudly: "Where is the shopkeeper? With this level of storytelling, is there phlegm in my throat or I can't breathe? I can't eat anymore! If he continues, the I won't give you the meal money!"

The old scholar was forced to interrupt, his face was a little embarrassing.

The other diners were already dissatisfied when this man spoke, but now he interrupted again, and he couldn't help but say, "I think it's very good."

"This person is unreasonable, is he deliberately finding fault?"

"It opened my eyes, there are such rude people in the world!"

Jiang Yanyi was making dry pots in the back kitchen, and heard Yang Xiu say that someone was finding fault in the store, so he took off his apron and went out.

The diner who caused the disturbance was a middle-aged man, who looked quite wealthy in his clothes, with his legs up and his appearance like "I am the king of heaven".

Jiang Yan maintained a polite smile on his face and said: "Guest officer, I don't know where the hospitality in the shop is not thoughtful?"

The diner lazily lifted his drooping eyelids, peeled off the tangerine and threw it into his mouth. The big black mole at the corner of his mouth followed him as he chewed. The former old scholar: "Everything in the store is good, but listening to this old man's storytelling makes my ears buzz like a fly. It's useless to annoy me. It's not for eating this bowl of rice. I don't know how old I am." Learned from other people's storytelling."

Jiang Yanyi still had a smile on his lips, but his eyes had already cooled down.

Hehe, I'm afraid this person is not a professional sunspot.

She glanced at the old scholar who had been bullied by him and didn't know how to step down, wishing she could give him two big mouths.

She gave the old scholar a comforting look, then turned to ask other diners in the store, "Do you all feel the same way?"

The other diners naturally said no, it's just that those who can eat here are decent people, and they can't spare the face to argue with this person who finds fault.

Jiang Yanyi smiled and said to the mole eater who was looking for faults: "Look, everyone else in the store likes the old gentleman's storytelling."

The black mole eater picked his teeth, and said arrogantly: "Is there any reason why others like me and I like it? I just think his storytelling skills are not good enough. Today, you can either drive this storyteller away from me, or I will tell you what to say." No more money!"

The old scholar had heard all kinds of scolding in his life, but it was the first time he was questioned about his storytelling ability. On the one hand, he felt uncomfortable and doubted his eloquence, but on the other hand, he didn't want to trouble Jiang Yanyi, so he stood up and cupped his hands: "The shopkeeper Yes, I will remove this table first."

It is a shame for a storyteller to withdraw from the table. Only those who are kicked out of the stage and the boss is unwilling to hire them will withdraw from the table.

When the other diners heard it, they immediately chimed in:

"This storytelling is well said, why did you suddenly withdraw from the table?"

"I'm just listening to it, why do you care about those troublemakers? He didn't open this restaurant!"

"That's right, I confiscated your money for listening to this storytelling. Why are you talking so viciously? Let's do some good deeds!"

……

Eaters, you talk to each other, but the mole eater is thick-skinned, he doesn't feel ashamed at all, instead he acts like a rascal.

Jiang Yanyi comforted the old scholar: "You can continue to talk about today's storytelling."

She turned her head to the diner with the black mole and said: "I have asked the waiter below to invite the people from the government to come over. You can sit down for a while and give me money. Let's go to the yamen to reason."

The mole eater let out a "bah" and spat out the toothpick in his mouth: "What's the matter, if you have a meal at your Jiangji Antique Soup, you can't say anything bad, or you have to report to the official? Your business is too domineering." some!"

Facing his yin and yang words, Jiang Yanyi didn't show any anger on his face, and just said: "Guest officer, you are wronging people, you didn't say that the pot in my shop is not delicious? I sell it It’s the pot, not the storytelling.”

The black mole diner didn't expect Jiang Yanyi to be so talkative, so he pouted immediately and said, "Your pot is no match for Laifu's antique soup."

Jiang Yanyi said with a good temper: "You come to Fu Restaurant to order a dish. You say it is not as good as the one in Jingcheng Restaurant. Do you think Fu Restaurant will not charge you?"

This ridicule made all the diners in the store burst out laughing.

The black mole eater wanted to say something harsh, but Jiang Yanyi's gaze had completely cooled down. At the door, Yang Xiu and Bing Shao were standing with their arms folded. I didn't dare to continue to find fault.

After paying the bill and walking out of the store, he took a savage mouthful: "The store opened by the stinky bitch, the pots that are cooked all have a 'slutty' smell!"

Standing at the door, Yang Xiu and Bing Shao looked at each other, Bing Shao understood, and followed the diner with the mole out.

*

The black mole diner was walking all the way, and when he turned into an alley, a bamboo basket suddenly fell from the wall and covered his head, followed by countless punches and kicks that greeted him, punching to the flesh, but avoiding it. All the vitals.

The mole eater was beaten until he cried to his father and mother, "Hero, spare your life! Hero, spare your life!"

No one paid any attention to him, and the fists still rained down on the black mole eater.

When the passers-by passed the alley, they found a man with a hood and a bamboo basket lying against the wall. They thought that a murder had happened, so they hurriedly reported to the official. He was knocked down, his face was swollen into a pig's head, and he passed out from the pain.

*

Shopkeeper Xu’s face is quite red recently. Ever since Mr. Ding in his shop also talked about "Dream of Red Mansions", no matter whether it is an antique soup shop or a restaurant, business has improved a lot compared to before. Even shopkeeper Xu himself has nothing to do. They all listened to storytelling with their chin propped up at the counter.

He was also like this this afternoon, but the servants of the mansion rushed to the store, and said in a panic, "Master, the second master was beaten."

Shopkeeper Xu is quite successful in business, but his younger brother is incompetent, he only knows how to work in gambling shops all day long.

Shopkeeper Xu's first reaction when he heard the servant's words was that he gambled and was chased by the gambling house, or that the prostitute had conflicts with others, he said impatiently: "How old is he, every time he gets into trouble I need to wipe his ass."

The servant hesitated for a moment and said: "Second Master's teeth were knocked out all over his mouth. According to Second Master himself, Jiang Ji Antique Soup probably did it."

Shopkeeper Xu's face changed when he heard that it was related to Jiang Ji.

***

Although the old scholar finished the second half of the storytelling this afternoon, he was obviously not in a good state.

When it was time for dinner, the old scholar didn't even eat two mouthfuls, and he looked very preoccupied.

Jiang Yanyi knew that he must be the customer of the mole.

She said: "That person did it on purpose, don't take it to heart."

The old scholar nodded, but he still picked up and put down the chopsticks, and his spirit was not as good as before.

On the second day, it was almost noon before the old scholar came to the store. Jiang Yanyi asked Bing Shao to visit the old scholar's house in the south of the city, only to learn that the old scholar was ill.

It turned out that the old scholar wanted to practice storytelling last night. His neighbors were all around his house. Once he opened his voice, everyone in the compound could hear it. The old scholar was afraid of disturbing the rest of the neighbors, so he went to the wilderness to practice his voice. He caught a cold at night. Chen was so ill 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 were disappointed when they learned that the old scholar would not come today.

Some people even entered the store and got up and left: "Since you can't hear the latest round, why don't you go to Laifu Antique Soup and listen to yesterday's one again. Mr. Ding's words are not bad!"

Okra was so angry that he broke one of his chopsticks: "Huahua, how could they do this?"

Jiang Yanyi patted her head: "Don't be angry, let's think about it."

Although today's business is not as prosperous as when the old scholar was telling the story, it is not too deserted. The food in Jiang Yanyi's shop is so delicious that others can't imitate it, and there are still a group of loyal customers.

When an old customer came in, Jiang Yanyi could smile and ask without saying a word, "Is it still the same?"

The diner smiled subtly, nodded, raised his foot and walked to the seat where he usually sat, remembering the rumors he heard outside, he couldn't help but said: "Master Jiang, I heard that you ordered someone to beat up the diners in the restaurant?"

Jiang Yanyi was at a loss: "Where do you start with this?"

The diner said: "It is said that a diner came to your shop yesterday and ordered a hot pot. He found it unappetizing. On the way back after paying the bill, he was beaten by someone, and all his teeth fell out."

Jiang Yanyi instantly thought of the diner with the black mole yesterday, and she said: "Fortunately, there were other diners in my store yesterday, and it was clear that the diner was aggressive and insulted the storyteller in my store several times. In the end, I still wanted to leave without paying the bill. So many eyes watched him walk out of my store, why was he beaten up, and the shit bowl was put on my head. "

Yang Xiu, Bing and Shao, who were busy, couldn't help feeling guilty when they heard her words.

The other diners who came to the store today were also present yesterday, and they all echoed Jiang Yanyi's words.

The rest of the uninformed people also knew that this was a deliberate smear, and felt that Jiang Yanyi was a girl who supported such a shop and had to endure these rumors, so they couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for her.

Although Jiang Yanyi said so to outsiders, he still knew it in his heart.Seeing that there were no customers coming to the shop again, she glanced at Yang Xiu, Bing and Shao, and went to the backyard.

The two consciously followed, and when they reached the backyard, before Jiang Yanyi could ask, Bing Shao said, "Boss, I beat that grandson on my own initiative. His mouth is not clean."

Yang Xiu hurriedly said: "I asked Bing Shao to go, I never wanted to cause trouble for the shopkeeper, and I will take the punishment from the third master later."

Jiang Yanyi said: "Now is not the time to talk about this, have you found out the identity of that person?"

Bing Shao nodded: "That man's younger brother of the owner of Laifu Restaurant is usually a mess."

When Jiang Yanyi heard that it was Laifu Restaurant again, he felt very angry, and said: "Since Laifu Restaurant still has the face for the villain to file a complaint first, let's pour this basin of sewage back to him!"

"You hire some people, and go to Laifu Antiques to make a fuss. Make sure everyone knows about the disgusting things that Laifu Restaurant did!"

*

Yang Xiu went directly to the inn, and called all Chu Changping's cronies over, and the group disguised themselves to sneak into Laifu Antique Soup.

The people who came to Fu Antique Soup were already familiar with Yang Xiu, so he didn't go into the store, and just stood at the door with other people who couldn't afford the pot and listened to storytelling.

When Mr. Ding was telling the story, Chu Changping's confidant said loudly on purpose: "What is it talking about, it is not as detailed as that of Jiang Ji Antique Soup."

On the stage, Mr. Ding's face was slightly stiff. Ever since he became the top storyteller in Xizhou, no one has ever said that his storytelling is not good.

He wanted to ignore it and continue to tell the story, but soon there was another voice: "If the storyteller at Jiangji's side was sick today and didn't come to tell the book, who would come here?"

"I'm sure I got mad at someone. Someone was making trouble there yesterday, saying that the storyteller in the store was not as good as Mr. Ding. You were not there at the time, so the person said the right thing. It's so ugly that one sentence matches one sentence, and you still don't want to give money after eating the pot! It's no different from a rascal!"

"I know what this brother said. The one who made trouble in Jiangji yesterday was shameless. It is said that he is the younger brother of the owner of this restaurant. It is obviously the old man who told the story first, but he is good, one person at a time The old man is not worthy of a storyteller, and what Mr. Ding said is certainly good, but isn’t this also a paraphrase of what the old man said?”

"Oh, this is interesting. Didn't you say that Jiang Ji beat up the diner unreasonably? It turns out that the diner is the younger brother of shopkeeper Xu!"

"It seems that they caused troubles in the past! What other people display and sell in stores, here immediately imitate. Now even storytelling is copying other people's books, and it's not shameful!"

Mr. Ding on the stage was even more embarrassed, and argued: "What Ding said is all conceived by Ding himself."

What he talks about is rhetoric, and the stories told by storytellers are all similar, and winning lies in rhetoric and emotional mobilization.

Yang Xiu, who was standing at the door, immediately said loudly: "Since it was conceived by Mr. Ding himself, Mr. Ding will tell you what the next story of "Dream of Red Mansions" will be. Don't wait for Jiang Ji to finish it every time." , you're talking here."

"This... this..." Mr. Ding couldn't explain why.

Diners who like to listen to his storytelling can't help but ask: "Aren't there all kinds of stories in this world? Which law stipulates that Pingshu can't tell the same story?"

Yang Xiu glanced at the man: "Tell me, where else have you heard of "Dream of Red Mansions"? Why are some people thicker than city walls? They used other people's stories and turned around and scolded them for not speaking well." , really pick up the bowl to eat, put down the bowl and scold your mother!"

"Don't tell me, I listened to a piece of storytelling at the gate of Jiangji, and went to any noodle restaurant when I turned around. I'm afraid I can be a storyteller."

Faced with these cynicisms, Mr. Ding couldn't hold back his face, he opened his folding fan to cover his face, and left in a hurry.

Shopkeeper Xu, who came over after hearing the sound, saw him cover his face with a fan and hurried away, and hurried to catch up: "Mr. Ding, where are you going?"

Mr. Ding bowed to Shopkeeper Xu and said, "Shopkeeper, please ask another master."

After saying that, he fled away.

Shopkeeper Xu shook his sleeves angrily.

Some diners in Laifu Antique Soup Shop saw that Mr. Ding had left, and heard that half of the story was gone, so they couldn't help but lose their temper at the few people who sang and spoke just now: "What is Jiang Ji doing to us? You are so angry. Mr. Ding, where are we going to listen to storytelling?"

Yang Xiudao: "They are angry with Mr. Jiang Ji's storyteller. If they don't talk about the next round, listen to me! If you want to complain, go to Mr. Jiang Ji's storyteller."

The speaker was stunned speechless.

Isn't the person who is sick with Mr. Jiang Ji's storyteller the younger brother of shopkeeper Xu?

Although we all know that businessmen will play some tricks, the appearance of Laifu Restaurant today is really disgusting, so that the reputation of Laifu Restaurant has dropped a lot.

***

Looking back, when Feng Shuo heard about this, he looked at Jiang Yanyi who was lying on the desk practicing calligraphy, and there was some inexplicable emotion in his eyes: "When you encounter such a thing, why don't you tell me."

Jiang Yanyi's attention was all on his brushwork. Hearing Feng Shuo bring this up again, he obviously didn't feel at ease, and said: "There are always all kinds of troubles when doing business. I don't learn to deal with them myself. I have to take advantage of your situation, the smoother the road goes, the harder the fall will be when encountering a hurdle in the future."

Feng Shuo turned the page of the scroll in his hand: "It's not bad for you to think so. When I'm alive, no one will hurt you at all. But if I die one day, I hope you have the ability to protect yourself , can live well."

Hearing the word "death", Jiang Yanyi shook his hand, and the half-practiced page was just ruined by ink.

Maybe it's because her current life is too far away from the plot of the original book, she even forgot that Feng Shuo would die in the end, suddenly hearing what he said, she panicked for no reason.

She put down the brush and said unhappily, "Can't you say something auspicious?"

Feng Shuo raised his eyebrows and said, "Now you have a temper?"

Jiang Yan glared at him angrily, and pushed away the copybook: "My hands hurt, so I won't practice."

Feng Shuo put down the scroll in his hand, and said amusedly, "Who said his handwriting was ugly and wanted me to borrow a copybook to practice handwriting? How many pages have you just written?"

Jiang Yanyi retorted: "I didn't say my handwriting was ugly, it was ugly! Can ugly be the same as ugly?"

Feng Shuo was silent for a second: "Is there a difference?"

Jiang Yanyi: "..."

There really is no way to talk about this love.

She got up and was about to leave, but when Feng Shuo stretched out his long arms, he was easily trapped between his chest and the table. It was not a hugging gesture. He seemed to be just to teach her how to practice calligraphy. He picked up the brush and handed it to her. There was a helpless smile in her voice: "You..."

Maybe it was because the pampering in his ending was too provocative, but the subtle annoyance in Jiang Yanyi's heart suddenly disappeared.

She held the pen holder, and he held her hand, leading her to swipe ink on the paper stroke by stroke, with a low voice: "Holding a pen pays attention to the five characters '擫, 升, Hook, Grid, and Da', and your pen can If you can’t hold it steady, the written words will naturally not look good.”

A strand of his long hair hung down, brushing against Jiang Yanyi's ears from time to time, causing a cool itchy feeling.

Jiang Yanyi let out a "hmm", but scratched his ear uncomfortably with the other hand.

Feng Shuo saw that her originally white ears were turning red, and his eyes darkened slightly, he suddenly leaned over and bit her lightly.

It didn't hurt, but at that moment, Jiang Yan felt as if he was being shocked by an electric shock, and Jiang Yan turned back to look at him in a daze.

The instigator was still able to tell her in the tone of a master teaching a student: "Concentrate."

If it wasn't for his hoarseness, she would really have believed his nonsense.

***

Because of the poor health of the old scholar, the wind and cold did not come to Jiang Yanyi's store for three to five days in a row. People who wanted to listen to the storytelling scratched their hearts and lungs. .

When Feng Shuo went to the store later, he wrote an article "Ode to Antique Soup" praising Jiang Yanyi's store. In the past few days when the old scholar was away, the business of Jiang Yanyi's store was not affected at all, and many literati came here admiringly Come, after drinking for three rounds, I asked Jiang Yanyi for a pen and paper, recited poems and composed Fu, and observed Feng Shuo's authentic works.

It was also at this time that Jiang Yanyi found out that Feng Shuo's calligraphy was very popular throughout the Xuan Dynasty. There were even wealthy merchants who wanted to buy the Fu written by Feng Shuo.

She directly framed the Fu and hung it in the store as a living sign.Jiang Yanyi also framed the poems of the other talented people who came here admiringly for their own hot pot restaurant, and it turned into an ancient Internet celebrity gourmet restaurant invisibly.

With Feng Shuo's poem, Jiang Yanyi's shop has enough gimmicks, it can directly compare with the signature of the imperial chef of Laifu Antique Soup, and it doesn't need to be overwhelmed by Laifu Restaurant.

Compared with the prosperity of Jiangji Antique Soup, the business of Laifu Restaurant and Antique Soup is not as good as before. Shopkeeper Xu wished he could kill his younger brother who was not successful enough but had more trouble than good.

He flipped through the account and closed it with a "snap", and said, "It's not an option for the restaurant to go on like this. The day before yesterday, Mr. Lu said that the restaurant's table quality is not as good as before. How is Chef Yao?"

The manager of the restaurant replied: "I refuse to accept the gift. I went to his house twice and refused to meet anyone."

Shopkeeper Xu said angrily: "These stinky cooks are used to treating themselves as personalities. Since he doesn't want to come back, there is no need to go to him again. I don't believe that I can't find a better cook with the money." .”

The manager of the restaurant should be, remembering that Mr. Ding didn't want to cooperate with their restaurant because he had lost face before, so he asked again: "Boss, if we invite the storyteller in our building again, who should we invite?"

Shopkeeper Xu glared at him: "Isn't that embarrassing enough? Do you think that antique stew in the store is really a compliment? This is the man from the palace who is shaking the mountain!"

Although there have been rumors before that the shopkeeper Jiang Ji and the King of Liaonan may have a relationship, but a woman in the market and a nobleman in the sky, shopkeeper Xu can only be made up by others, after all, the shopkeeper Jiang Ji really wants to climb up to the King of Liaonan. This tall branch, why does it still make a living by showing its face.

But now the Liaonan King's Fu had to make him think deeply.

Laifu Restaurant is safe, but other restaurants don’t have that sharp eyesight. Before learning, Laifu Restaurant asked someone to recite the storytelling in Jiang Yanyi’s shop.

But the storytellers they hired were basically not on the stage, and the stories they relayed were boring, and some detailed plots were either omitted or wrongly told.

Her shop is full of gimmicks, the food is novel and unique, and the taste is good. Because the shop is small, people who make an appointment to eat pot are often booked within three days. branch.

It's a pity that her plan was disrupted by news from the capital before it could be implemented.

Fan Wei rebelled, and the concubine Xi, who was loved by thousands of new emperors, died at the hands of imperial concubine Fan. The new emperor killed imperial concubine Fan angrily. The rebel army led by Fan Wei retreated steadily, and now they are fleeing to Yingdu.

Jiang Yanyi had read the original book, and naturally knew that the heroine Jiang Yanxi was not dead, but the maid who took care of her. I'm afraid Jiang Yanxi was on her way to Xizhou at the moment, after all, the second male lead, Lu Linyuan, was here.