Following Guan Sanye and his family of three, many other prominent guests from Shengcheng arrived one after another.
The waiter dared not relax for a moment.
The Left Vice Minister and his wife, the Prime Minister and his grandson, Lord Li and his three sons, and Master Wang and... his seven concubines in shades of red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple.
The waiter couldn't help but wonder to himself, what extraordinary day is it today?
Master Wang usually brings one child every seven days, but today, with a southeast wind blowing, he's brought seven in one day!
The family affairs of Master Wang are quite unusual.
After Madam Wang died in childbirth, Master Wang became depressed. Although he took in concubines every now and then, he never married her again.
Over the years, no illegitimate child has ever been born.
Even more outrageous was the fact that the concubines of other people's families were fighting each other openly and secretly, creating a chaotic and bloody situation.
Unlike Lord Wang's seven colorful beauties, they were all only in their early twenties, and the older ones were only in their thirties.
The seven concubines lived together, and instead of fighting or quarreling, they loved each other dearly, lived in harmony, and were considerate of one another...
A harmonious and joyful atmosphere prevailed.
The waiter sighed inwardly. Everyone in Shengcheng was talking about Master Wang in private, but everyone wanted to be Master Wang.
"Manager, what strange wind has blown in today? Why are all these distinguished guests sitting in the main hall instead of in the comfortable private rooms?"
At this time of day, the waiters would be running up and down the stairs until their legs were about to fall apart.
It feels strange to suddenly have so much free time.
The main reason is that you get a tip if you go to a private room.
The shopkeeper didn't stop fiddling with the abacus, nor did he look up.
"After eating too much delicacies, you need to eat some fruits and vegetables to cleanse your stomach. No matter where you sit, you have to be attentive and serve me well."
The waiter replied, "Yes, I know, but boss, is that cursed insect really going to be added to the dishes? That thing is black and ugly, and its shell is so hard it hurts your teeth. Is it really edible?"
Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper put down his abacus and sighed anxiously.
"Why ask these questions? Just remember that this is what the master instructed."
Zui Shan Xuan was not a family business passed down through generations; it was a restaurant founded solely by Master Gu.
Not to mention Shengcheng, there are countless restaurants of all sizes throughout the entire southern region.
As a rising star, Zui Shan Xuan has managed to stand out among many restaurants, ranking first in both reputation and taste. The hardships and difficulties it has encountered along the way are self-evident.
The manager had worked for the Gu family for nearly ten years, and Zui Shan Xuan was as important to him as his own son.
Right now, in order to get rid of the hot potato that is Youlan River, Master Gu has no choice but to turn the cursed insects into a dish, which is somewhat like grasping at straws in desperation.
The shopkeeper looked at the distinguished guests in the lobby.
These distinguished guests usually have a good relationship with the employer, and they have come here one after another today. The meal is a minor matter; they are probably here to curse the evil insects.
But is that disgusting stuff really edible?
It's completely inedible.
But he couldn't say.
"Alright, the boss has his reasons. He'll be here soon, so hurry up and get back to work. Don't slack off." The shopkeeper waved his hand somewhat dejectedly and continued calculating the accounts.
Upon hearing that the master, Mr. Gu, was coming, the waiter ran away as if he had seen a tiger in the mountains, and went to work even harder.
"Manager Li! At a time like this, you still have the mind to do accounts?"
No sooner had the waiter left than a strange figure appeared in the same spot in a flurry of activity.
This man was slightly overweight, dressed in a dark blue brocade robe, but his face was rather narrow. When he was furious, his cheeks protruded, making him look quite intimidating.
Why is he here?
Manager Li frowned slightly without making a sound, then looked up and greeted, "Oh, it's Manager Qian. What brings you here at this hour? Is there anything I can do for you?"
There are two Zui Shan Xuan restaurants in Shengcheng.
The location of this shop, managed by Manager Li, is a bit out of the way.
The restaurant managed by this Manager Qian was located in the city center.
The restaurants in the city were still doing brisk business, but their monthly profits were always less than those of Manager Li.
This made Manager Qian feel very ashamed, and he didn't like Manager Li openly or secretly.
As time went on, their relationship could only maintain a superficial, pretentious peace.
Without saying a word, Manager Qian snatched the abacus from Manager Li's subordinate and placed it aside.
"What do you think I came here for? Do you think I came here just to chat?"
The distinguished guests in the lobby were all people you couldn't afford to offend, so Manager Li led Manager Qian to the backyard.
The two stood at the end of the corridor, a place usually deserted at this time of day.
"What exactly does the master mean by this? Everyone avoids and shuns cursed insects, yet he actually wants to turn them into a dish? This is absolutely insane! This idea is utterly madness."
Manager Qian is too impatient and always speaks without thinking.
Shopkeeper Li pretended to scratch an itch, raising his hand to shield himself from the spit that nearly sprayed all over his face.
He remained relatively calm: "Why are you in such a hurry, Manager Qian? To be honest, this Zui Shan Xuan belongs to the owner. How can we, as employees, disobey the owner's orders? We just need to obey unconditionally."
"What do you mean 'we' are just employees'? So, after all these years of hard work building this restaurant, and now that the signboard is about to be smashed to pieces, I can't even complain a little?" Manager Qian's face was grim.
"You're already complaining..." Manager Li nodded helplessly, "Then go ahead and complain."
Complaining is like performing a comedy routine; it's never very interesting if one person just talks on and on. You need someone to take the initiative and be your straight man.
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