Chapter 50 Dian Mo Pavilion Opens
"Does Zi Yan want to leave the house?"
Zi Yan certainly thought about it and looked at her in surprise: "Miss, will you take me out tomorrow?"
"Well, take you and Zhenzhu, and let Biyun watch the door."
Biyun came in with water to help her wash up. When she heard this, her face became long.
"Miss, I want to go too."
"There must be someone left in the yard. You were the one who went out before, and this time it's Zi Yan's turn."
Zhenzhu is good at martial arts, so she must be brought along.
She couldn't favor one over the other towards these two girls, as it would make them unbalanced in the long run.
Biyun couldn't bear to see Ziyan stay in the mansion forever, so she agreed.
"All right."
Zi Yan happily went to prepare.
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Jufulou, renamed Dianmoge, is reopening today.
Bai Qinghuan asked the shopkeeper to send invitations to all old customers, inviting them to come for tea and music at half price.
Many people heard that Dianmo Pavilion had invited a lady with a face as beautiful as a fairy, Tianxiang Jushi, to play the piano, and they flocked to her.
Although they didn't know who Tianxiang Jushi was, everyone wanted to join in the fun.
Bai Qinghuan and Princess Changle saw that there were so many people at the entrance that they couldn't squeeze in at all, so they asked the coachman to drive the carriage to the back door, and Li Erbao personally led them upstairs.
On the way, he introduced the situation of Dianmo Pavilion.
It was also the first time for Princess Changle to attend the opening of such a restaurant, and she looked around curiously.
"So many people? I'm afraid your Mo Pavilion can't accommodate them all."
"It's more lively when there are more people."
These are all the God of Wealth, sending her money.
There is no reason to turn people away.
Moreover, people outside will be curious when they see so many people squeezing in, and they will also become potential customers.
This wave of traffic diversion was quite successful.
Li Erbao was also full of confidence. During this period, he followed the shopkeeper Ma to learn how to manage a restaurant, and also had the plan given by the girl.
Really learned a lot.
At the same time, we also realized the importance of publicity.
Although Jufulou had many repeat customers before, if they didn't advertise that they invited Tianxiang Jushi, how would those customers and literati know about it?
Also, who is Tianxiang Jushi?
That was just hype created by them. There was no such person before.
Invitations were also sent to all the famous scholars and talented people in the capital. Even if only one-tenth of them came, the day would still be very lively.
And he believed that if they came for the first time, they would definitely come for the second time.
He had genuine admiration for the girl.
"Li Erbao, bring some of our signature dim sum and a pot of Qiongshan Silver Needle. Keep an eye on the people downstairs so they don't get hurt."
Li Erbao agreed and went downstairs to ask all the waiters to maintain order.
Bai Qinghuan nodded as he watched, Li Erbao was a talented person with great potential.
Princess Changle looked around the private room and marveled.
"You even have Qiongshan Silver Needle here? This is a rare treasure that is worth a fortune. The palace can only get two kilograms a year, and only two taels are given to my mother. My mother usually treasures it like it's nothing and never lets me drink it."
"Of course it can't be compared with the ones in the palace. This is my mother's tea garden. There is an old tree in it. The yield is limited, and Dianmo Pavilion also has a limited supply. If you hadn't come, I wouldn't have been willing to give it up."
"If the princess likes it, I'll pack some for you when you leave."
Qiongshan Silver Needle is not a special variety, but a tea leaf grown from old trees on the misty mountain tops of Qiongshan in the south. It is specially roasted to maximize the aroma of the tea.
Tea is famous for its pure and elegant fragrance, which seems to be able to cleanse the dust from the soul.
The only people who know how to stir-fry it are a father and son at the foot of Qiongshan Mountain.
It became a tribute, and its production was also scarce.
And she happened to know how to stir-fry it. Although it was complicated, the taste was definitely not bad.
She didn't know how it compared with the ones in the palace, because she had never drunk the Qiongshan Silver Needle in the palace.
Her tea is not from Qiongshan, but from a place next door called Lingyi Mountain.
The two mountains are adjacent to each other and the climate is the same as that of Qiongshan.
"Qinghuan, you are so generous. It's not in vain that you made this friend."
She smiled not for this little thing, but for Bai Qinghuan's sincerity.
Looking around again, he was even more surprised: "Your layout is really elegant."
The floor is paved with plain blue bricks, which are smooth and clean. The walls are painted a soft beige color without too much decoration, except for a few crabapple flowers outlined in light ink painted in the corners.
Although it is just a few strokes, it fully shows the charm.
An octagonal palace lantern with crabapple flowers painted on the lantern paper was hung on the roof. The candlelight shone through, casting a hazy crabapple flower on the wall, which was beautiful.
There is a chicken-wing wood desk in the room with natural and smooth texture. On the desk is a Duan inkstone. Next to it is a mutton-fat jade pen holder, and hanging on it are several wolf-hair brushes with sharp tips and soft texture.
There was a low couch near the window, and on it was a Yaoqin.
On the small table beside the couch, there was a white porcelain vase with crabapple flowers in it.
The things are common, but the placement of them makes people feel comfortable.
“Are there crabapple blossoms in winter?”
Princess Changle touched it and said, "Silk?"
Bai Qinghuan smiled and said, "Fake flowers made of silk."
"Where did you invite this talented person from? The room is decorated so well."
Bai Qinghuan was a little pleased with herself, smiling like a flower: "It is far away in the horizon, yet it is right before our eyes."
Princess Changle stared in surprise: "You?"
"Don't you think you're a worthless person?"
Such a powerful idiot waste?
Then what is she? She is even worse than a straw bag and a waste.
She looked Bai Qinghuan up and down, her inquiring eyes making her want to strip her naked and take a closer look.
I thought to myself, no wonder my uncle looks at her differently, this woman is usually very low-key, she is really amazing.
“I can’t write poetry.”
"Just being able to write some sour poems makes you a talented woman? You are far inferior to me."
It is true that if you compare yourself to others, you will die; if you compare goods, you will throw them away.
Compared to Bai Qinghuan, they are all trash.
"Will you teach me?"
Bai Qinghuan was a little embarrassed. Aesthetics is often innate, so how can it be taught?
"Let me teach you how to draw simple paintings first."
"Yes, yes."
Downstairs, Shopkeeper Ma bowed to everyone.
"Thanks to your kindness, Jufulou has made some achievements in this market. The owner is elegant and only wants to use this place to present poetry and wine to you and leave you with elegant music and joy. From today on, Jufulou will be renamed Dianmo Pavilion. I hope you can taste the best food in the world and relax your heart."
"The boss said: Anyone who leaves a calligraphy today and is praised by a hundred people will have free tea for life, and a pot of Qiongshan Silver Needle as a gift."
"Is it really Qiongshan Silver Needle?"
"Qiongshan Silver Needle, a tribute from the royal family?"
Shopkeeper Ma stroked his mustache and said, "It is indeed Qiongshan Silver Needle. It is definitely not adulterated."
The literati outside applauded enthusiastically. The free tea was secondary. To be praised by hundreds of people would be a name that would go down in history.
What do literati care about most? It’s definitely reputation.
The door of Dianmo Pavilion opened to welcome guests, and in an instant, the lobby was full.
The private rooms were fully booked five days in advance, and the orders were scheduled until half a month later.
There were still quite a few people outside who didn't squeeze in, but they didn't leave either, and were waiting outside.
It's also good to be able to listen to the sound of the piano.
Bai Qinghuan rubbed his hands, making a fortune every day.
She was one step closer to becoming a wealthy woman.
After everyone was seated, the waiters, dressed in uniform, brought tea, snacks and a carefully prepared menu with drawings of the dishes on it to each table.
The customers were curious; they had never heard of such a menu.
The presentation of the dishes looked particularly tempting, and I didn’t hesitate to order as many as I could.
The waiters were so busy that they had no time to rest, and their faces were filled with bright smiles.
The more customers order, the more commission they get.
I am extremely grateful to the boss. Looking at the number of customers, they may be able to earn in a month more money than they could have earned in a year before.
Everyone is full of energy and enthusiasm.
After the tea and snacks were served, Tianxiang, the monk whom everyone had been waiting for, finally arrived.
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