Feng Shuwan was stunned, but she was not angry: "What does it have to do with whether I wear a veil or not when we come here to eat?"
The waiter tilted his mouth and said calmly: "Oh, you are wearing a veil to cover your face, who knows your identity. Our restaurant never accepts people of unknown origin."
"What are you talking about? What do you mean by a person of unknown origin?" Xiaoyu suddenly became angry and was about to rush over and tear the waiter's mouth off. The waiter was startled and immediately hid aside.
"Okay, Xiaoyu." Feng Shuwan pulled her, took off the veil with some helplessness, and then said, "You can go in now."
When the waiter saw Feng Shuwan's face, he was stunned for a long time and then said, "Yes, you can go in."
The three of them walked into the first floor. Xiaoyu pouted and said angrily: "The waiter is so rude. Why did the lady take off her veil?"
Wei Zhuang also frowned and agreed: "That guy did it on purpose. We can come in without you taking off your veil."
Feng Shuwan smiled: "Of course I know that, but I finally went out to play today and didn't want to be caught up in so many things. Besides, my face is not made of gold and I can't look at it, so I took off the veil right away. "
Wei Zhuang felt a little better when she said this.
At this time, the first floor was already full of diners, so the three of them were going to the private room upstairs. However, just as the three of them were about to go upstairs, the waiter suddenly blocked the way.
Xiaoyu was furious when she saw him, "Why are you blocking our way?"
The waiter leaned on the handrail of the stairs, with one leg across the steps, and grinned happily: "Guys, you can only be on the first floor."
Feng Shuwan frowned, holding back her annoyance and asked, "Why is this?"
"Hey, you guys don't know. We have a separate private room on the second floor, so you have to pay extra."
"Oh?" Wei Zhuang's face darkened: "Why haven't I heard that Zuixian Tower has such rules?"
"Haha, these rules were just established a few days ago."
Wei Zhuang was about to get angry when he heard this, but Feng Shuwan shook her head gently at him, then took a bag of silver from Xiaoyu and handed it over. The waiter immediately took the money bag and weighed it with his eyes shining.
"Can you go upstairs?" Feng Shuwan asked impatiently.
The waiter put away his money bag, rolled his eyes, and said, "I'm sorry, you three, but you still can't go up."
"Why this time?" Xiaoyu asked.
The waiter smacked his mouth, picked up his money bag and said, "I don't have enough money. I guess... I need another bag."
Now Xiaoyu couldn't bear it any longer, her face turned red and she was about to pounce on him and fight with him.
"Xiaoyu is back."
Xiaoyu stopped and turned around in surprise. Because it was Wei Zhuang who stopped her this time.
Wei Zhuang walked up to Xiaoyu and patted her shoulder. Xiaoyu reluctantly retreated to Feng Shuwan.
Then Wei Zhuang turned his head, stared at the waiter with a half-smile, and stretched out his hand to hand the folding fan in front of the waiter.
The waiter looked at Wei Zhuang in confusion, "This is..."
"My fan is about nine and a half inches long. The fan bone is made of Arhat bamboo and was made by Liao Xiang, a contemporary master of folding fans. There is a poem on this fan, written by Wang Meng, a master of contemporary calligraphy. In terms of its value, It’s worth a thousand taels of silver.”
Hearing this, the waiter's body trembled suddenly, and when he looked at the fan again, his eyes were full of greed. He coughed lightly, rubbed his hands and said with a smile, "Sir, what do you mean..."
"Haha, didn't you say you don't have enough money? Then I'll use this fan to pay for it."
"This..." The waiter swallowed and suppressed the urge to grab the fan directly. "Sir, you gave me this fan because it is so valuable. Is there some conspiracy?"
"If you don't want it, forget it." With that, Wei Zhuang was about to take back the fan.
"Sir, wait!" The waiter quickly stretched out his hand to block it, and said with a smile on his face: "I want it, I want it. But let's make an agreement, you will not regret giving the fan!"
"certainly."
"Hahaha, you are so cool, sir!" The waiter couldn't hold back his inner impulse any longer. He carefully grabbed the fan and was about to take it over. However, when he pulled it, he found that Wei Zhuang hadn't let go. The waiter raised his head and looked at Wei Zhuang in confusion. Zhuang glanced at him.
Wei Zhuang smiled, half-squinted his eyes and said, "I have to confirm with you again, do you really want my fan?"
The waiter was very anxious, "Of course, Master, please let go!"
After saying this, Wei Zhuang let go, and the fan was in the waiter's hands as he wished. The waiter's hands held the folding fan and stroked it carefully, his eyes seemed to be admiring the beautiful woman.
"Bartender, can we go upstairs?"
The waiter came to his senses when he heard Wei Zhuang's question. He turned sideways and bowed with joy on his face: "Please, three of you, please!"
After Wei Zhuang signaled to Feng Shuwan and Xiaoyu with his eyes, the three of them stepped up the steps to the second floor.
There are three private rooms in the southeast, northwest and north on the second floor. Generally, the private room in the middle is the largest, and among the private rooms on the four sides, the one in the north is the most luxurious.
At this moment, a burst of laughter suddenly came from the largest private room in the north, and then several figures walked out of it.
When Wei Zhuang heard the laughter, he looked up and his pupils shrank slightly.
The leader of these people was Yang Xingzhi, followed by Zhang Chan and several drunken youths.
Yang Xingzhi walked over slowly with a few people, and said with a smile as he walked: "Oh, isn't this the brother we just met? It's such a fate that we meet again."
Wei Zhuang kept his composure, glanced at him and replied, "Hey, it's indeed quite a coincidence."
Yang Xingzhi turned around and saw Feng Shuwan again, and immediately opened his eyes. Feng Shuwan frowned and walked silently behind Wei Zhuang. Yang Xingzhi came back to his senses, coughed lightly and asked, "Are you guys coming here to eat too?"
Wei Zhuang replied calmly: "Yes."
"Haha, we happen to be in the private room to the north. Why don't you three come over to my place and let's eat together?"
Wei Zhuang looked at Zhang Chan behind him who was gnashing his teeth, and said, "Forget it, lest I go and make Master Zhang Chan so angry that he can't eat."
After saying that, they walked to a private room by the window to the east. Just as the three of them were about to go in, the waiter ran over again.
The waiter blocked the door of the private room and smiled: "I'm sorry, everyone, but the private rooms on the east side have been booked by Mr. Yang."
Feng Shuwan said nothing and walked along the corridor to the door of Nan Bakery, but the waiter ran over and blocked her way.
"Sorry guys, the private room in the south has also been booked by Young Master Yang."
Xiaoyu couldn't help but said angrily: "Since they have all booked it, why did you bring us here?"
The waiter spread his hands and said, "Girl, please don't accuse me wrongly. You keep saying you want to come up, but you didn't even ask if anyone has made an order in the bakery!"
