The sound of the piano was like a mountain stream, cheerful and joyful, tinkling and donging, and in a blink of an eye it permeated every corner of the restaurant.

The chef and his assistants who were busy in the kitchen, the waiters who were setting the dishes, Fang 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 tense mood of the previous day's business also relaxed involuntarily.

Shopkeeper Fang looked at the girl playing the piano and couldn't help but give Fan Datong a thumbs up, whispering, "The boss is the boss. The musician he invited is as good as those on the Qinhuai River!"

"Aren't you talking nonsense?" Fan Datong curled his lips and said, "That's Ma Xianglan."

"Ah?" Shopkeeper Fang opened his mouth wide. Before the incident at his restaurant, he often invited Qinhuai singing girls to perform. At that time, Ma Xianglan was already a star that his family could not afford.

After more than a year, with Miss Ma's talent and skills, she must be even more famous, right? How could she be so content with just a small restaurant like theirs?

"How much money did the boss pay?" After being surprised, Manager Fang began to feel distressed, thinking that the boss must have offered a sky-high price to impress Ma Xianglan.

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

"Don't joke." Shopkeeper Fang didn't believe it.

"I'm really not kidding." Fan Datong curled his lips and said, "I was the one who invited the person, didn't I know that? Your boss wrote a letter to Miss Ma, and after Miss Ma read the letter, her eyes turned red, and she agreed immediately. Isn't she here now?"

"Hey, the boss is worthy of being the boss." Shopkeeper Fang racked his brains, but couldn't figure out what kind of magic Zhao Hao had cast to make Ma Xianglan come and play the piano like a possessed person. Could it be that he had cast a spell?

~~

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

"Son, your hotel doesn't accept individual guests." Zhao Shouzheng stood aside, a little worried for him, "What if the people you invited don't show up? Won't we be caught in a quandary today?"

"Father, you're worrying too much. It's their loss if they don't come, not Wei Ji Xian's loss." Zhao Hao said with a confident smile.

Even if Xuelang can't bring anyone today, what does it matter? As long as there are Jixian fans, Wei Jixian Restaurant will definitely be popular. It's just a matter of one day later or one day earlier. What's the big deal?

At worst, I can give it to you for free for ten days, and then let Fatty Tang bring some colleagues over. I don’t believe that those Huizhou merchants who are tired of ordinary dishes will not buy my food.

Thinking of this, he relaxed and turned to shout downstairs: "Guys, cheer up, we're open for business!"

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

"Boss, the plaque hasn't been unveiled yet." Shopkeeper Fang reminded with a wry smile, "Please unveil the plaque with the old boss!"

"Okay." Upon hearing that, Zhao Shouzheng took square steps, put his hands behind his back, and went downstairs with great confidence.

At the door of the store, the waiter set off firecrackers again.

Amid the crackling sound of firecrackers, Zhao Hao and his son Zhao Shouzheng stood at the door of the restaurant. Each of them held a red ribbon and pulled it down, thus tearing off the bright red silk covering the plaque.

On the ebony plaque, the three powerful and powerful gold-plated characters "Very Fresh" are particularly eye-catching!

Manager Fang and Captain Yu then peeled off the red silk covering the couplets.

"Wow!" Then a cry of surprise was heard, and someone read out loud:

"Your reputation is known across three thousand miles in the northern frontier, and your reputation is better than the twelve restaurants in the south! What a big mouth!"

"Wei Ji Xian! This restaurant's name is so arrogant! Our Great Ming is vast and rich in resources, with a variety of delicacies. Who dares to boast and use the word 'Ji'?"

"We have to give it a try today. If his family can't occupy it, I will definitely cover it up with this word!"

When everyone in the restaurant heard the voice, they looked and saw that the people speaking were a few men dressed as scholars and riding tall horses.

Behind them, a large group of carriages and sedan chairs were slowly approaching from the Dashi Bridge.

This scene immediately shocked Manager Fang and his companions. Where did so many rich people come to Caijia Lane?

Zhao Hao felt relieved, knowing that Xuelang had lived up to his trust.

Sure enough, a shiny bald head appeared from the first carriage and said to the men with a smile, "Hey guys, this is it, let's go in!"

"Eh." A man wearing a black satin round-necked robe and a Tang scarf on his head, with a carefree vibe in his every move, asked Xuelang curiously, "Didn't the master say he was going to hold a poetry gathering? Why are you here in the restaurant?"

"And it's a newly opened restaurant." The other scholars were also puzzled and looked at Xuelang expectantly. "The mage's actions are really unexpected. Every time we look forward to it."

They would never set foot in a shabby place like Caijia Lane.

Fortunately, Xuelang usually behaves in a very high standard, so people didn't get angry, but instead thought he was up to something new.

"Haha, everyone, please look." Xuelang pointed at Zhao Shouzheng who was standing at the entrance of the restaurant and said with a smile, "Do you still recognize this gentleman?"

"Oh, this is..." When everyone saw Zhao Shouzheng, they were stunned at first, then laughed in surprise and said, "It turns out that it's Ci Daddy who is here, no wonder no wonder!"

Everyone got off their horses and sedan chairs, and rushed to greet Zhao Shouzheng with their fists clasped.

Zhao Shouzheng hurriedly returned the greeting, feeling inevitably proud in his heart, when did I become so honored?

He pretended to be cool and ran away at the Da Baoen Temple that day, but he didn't know how much shock he caused - "Dielianhua" was a big hit, and his madman style was deeply rooted in people's hearts. In addition, Master Xuelang actually abandoned the guests and chased him away, which made everyone more impressed.

But the main reason was that the song "Die Lian Hua" was so popular that it spread from the Da Baoen Temple to the Qinhuai River and throughout the city of Jinling.

It can be said that wherever there is a banquet, "Dielianhua" must be sung...It is because the people in Caijia Lane are all uncouth people that this song has not been passed down.

Nowadays, countless people are trying their best to meet the real author of this poem. If they meet the real author of this poem, they will naturally have the hope of seeing the fig leaf of Ming poetry that has been hidden for a long time!

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

Therefore, these famous scholars, successful candidates and jinshi all bowed down to him and became friends with Zhao Shouzheng.

Xuelang watched this scene with a smile on his face, thinking to himself, "Donor Zhao, Donor Zhao, let's see how you can hide this now..."

Just as he was about to go look for Zhao Hao, he was suddenly grabbed by someone and dragged into the restaurant without any explanation.

After the guests exchanged greetings with Zhao Shouzheng, they discovered that Master Xuelang was missing.

"The Master has gone upstairs." Fan Datong invited with a big smile on his face, "Please come in and have some tea. The Master will come down to talk to you later."

The guests did not suspect anything and entered the restaurant politely. Unexpectedly, the decoration of this restaurant was quite elegant and exquisite, and the calligraphy and paintings on the wall were also of high quality, definitely not the work of ordinary literati.

When everyone was about to take a look to see who created these calligraphy and paintings, they suddenly heard someone scream.

"Am I seeing right? Isn't this Miss Ma?"

P.S. Please vote for recommendation~~ The third round of the "Little Elder" prize guessing contest has begun. Guess which poem Zhao Hao wrote to Ma Xianglan? This round is quite difficult, so the prize money is doubled~~~ In addition, the first person to guess will receive a signed book;)