Passing by a place called "Yunlai Restaurant", we decided to have a big meal here.
Unexpectedly, a waiter came running over and said apologetically, "Sir, we are closed from today onwards. We will not be doing business in the future. You should go to another store!"
Zhang Ling nodded and asked curiously, "I've heard your restaurant is one of the best in the area. Why are you closing it all of a sudden?"
The waiter's face was filled with horror. He kept it a secret and said, "My master is planning to move his family, and this restaurant will be handed over to someone else tonight. Whether it can continue to operate as a restaurant in the future is not up to us to decide."
"That's a shame. I've had your fruitwood roast duck before, and it was incredible. I'd like to learn from the chef and show off my skills to my elders someday. I wonder if the chef is here? Could you recommend some to me?"
Zhang Ling placed his folding fan on the table and took out a gold nugget the size of a fingernail. He showed no intention of leaving and instead started chatting with the waiter.
When the other party saw that he was holding a small piece of golden dog-head gold in his hand, his eyes widened and he swallowed his saliva.
He has been wandering around the textile industry in the market for many years and is already a seasoned veteran. How could he not guess what the young man in front of him is referring to?
The waiter glanced around, as if worried someone might be eavesdropping. After double-checking that no one was around, he leaned over, shielding his mouth with one hand, and whispered, "To be honest, my master offended this year's top scholar three years ago. Now that he's been appointed county magistrate, I'm afraid he'll be punished in no time."
Zhang Ling handed over the gold nugget in his hand. Although he could know the whole picture by just counting with his fingers, it was easy to distort the truth and cause the same problem as that of the Buddhist Vajra Dharma Mountain in Daluo Temple.
Sitting high above the nine heavens, the only way to gain insight into the world is through calculations with fingers and a pair of divine eyes, and in the end, one cannot feel the emotions and resonance brought about by the facts.
This immortal turned into stone while practicing. If he does not experience it personally and just watches from the sidelines, his thinking will become rigid and he will be blinded by one thing sooner or later.
In short, Zhang Ling never thought of himself as a high and mighty god. After all, he was a human in his previous life, and that memory was engraved in his heart. How could he really be detached from the mundane world?
Zhang Ling sat in a quiet restaurant and chatted with the waiter, while Huichuntang on the other side of the street was about to face a devastating disaster.
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