This is a five-story building with overhanging eaves and flowing walls, which is magnificent and magnificent.
The building is located on the edge of a vast lake. From time to time, you can see various ships and boats coming to welcome you. There is a faint sound of joy, and the high-pitched singing of fishermen can be heard on the lake, causing the fish to phosphorescent. Rows of hanging willow branches beside the lake sway gently in the breeze.
This is Daguanlou, located on the bank of Daming Lake, the best restaurant in Shuyang County.
When Yang Zhen came here, the sun was already setting.
After coming out of the drugstore, Yang Zhen did not go to a new store. After being rejected many times, he already understood that it was almost impossible to find a job because he was not old enough and had no identity. If you want an identity, it's best to find a family willing to adopt him. The first thing he thought of was Grandma Chen's house. Yesterday on the road, Aunt Fu said that she had been busy working in Daguan Tower these days, so he came to find her.
Aunt Fu was helping cook in the kitchen downstairs and was very surprised to see Yang Zhen coming over.
"Little Shitou, have you eaten? I'll go find you some food."
Yang Zhen quickly stopped him. He went to a cloth shop at noon. Although they didn't want him, they gave him a big steamed bun because of his hard work in helping move a few pieces of cloth. He was not hungry yet.
He clearly explained his intention.
"Aunt Fu, as long as I have an identity, I can support myself. I've inquired about it. Although those shops don't hire child labor, it's no problem for me to help out and earn some food. When I'm over twelve years old, I will find a formal job, and then you and I will support grandma together!"
"good."
Aunt Fu stood up, smoothed her messy hair, looked at Yang Zhen, and squeezed out a smile on her haggard face.
This is a kitchen that is more than half the size of a basketball court, and Aunt Fu is a handyman who washes dishes. In addition, there are back stoves, backing boards, buckets, water tables, etc. There are also people who announce menus and serve dishes back and forth. They come and go, which is very lively.
While the two were talking, there was a waiter holding a large dish in his hands, covered with a large bowl, with white steam coming out of it.
When passing by the two of them, the waiter glanced at Yang Zhen and shouted to Aunt Fu: "Sister Fu, is this your relative? I'm going to deliver meals to the distinguished guests in the Tianzi No. 1 box on the fifth floor. I want to borrow this Little brother, can you help me?"
"Okay, let's go." Aunt Fu's eyes lit up and she served the distinguished guests. Good luck often brings rewards.
Yang Zhen followed the waiter out of the kitchen excitedly, and after walking a few steps, the waiter looked back, slowed down, and greeted Yang Zhen:
"Your name is Xiao Shitou, right?"
"Huh? Do you know me?"
"Well, your Aunt Fu came to me this morning to inquire about adopting you."
It turned out that after sending Yang Zhen away last night, Aunt Fu and Grandma Chen talked about him again, and both felt that the child was quite pitiful. Aunt Fu and Grandma Chen's son had been married for several years but had nothing to do, so the two of them also considered adopting him.
This morning, Aunt Fu asked some acquaintances in the restaurant about adoption, and one of them was this waiter.
"Do you know how much it costs to adopt a child?" The waiter stared at Yang Zhen, his expression becoming serious.
"Ah? You still want money?" Yang Zhen was stunned for a moment, and then she realized: Is there anything in the yamen that doesn't charge money for doing things?
"Yes. A total of eleven gold coins are needed. One of them is the cost of the Yamen's work, and the other ten are guarantees for the Yamen. You can only ask the Yamen to get it back when you are fifteen years old and an adult..."
"So much money!" Yang Zhen was shocked.
"Your Aunt Fu works here. Do you know how much money she earns a day?" The waiter's tone became more and more rude.
"several?"
"Ten copper coins! Sometimes fifteen if you do a good job. Tell me, if I adopt you, for this money, how many days will your Aunt Fu need to live without food or water?"
"At least more than seven hundred days, that is, two years." Yang Zhen murmured, feeling blocked in her heart.
"The calculation is correct. It seems that you are a smart child. Think carefully about whether you want Aunt Fu to adopt you."
After the waiter finished speaking, he quickened his pace, and Yang Zhen followed behind with some despair.
On the third floor, someone handed a bottle of wine, and the waiter asked Yang Zhen to help carry it. The two continued to go upstairs and soon reached the fifth floor.
There are only a few rooms on the fifth floor, and the doors are all closed. The innermost room faces the lake and should be the best-located sky-shaped room. Sure enough, the waiter walked all the way and arrived at the door of the Tianzi room. He knocked on the door and the door opened automatically. The waiter hurriedly asked Yang Zhen to go in together.
When I entered the room, it was quite elegantly decorated. There is a square table in the middle with several side dishes. There is also a viewing platform outside the house, facing the rippling blue Daming Lake, with an excellent view.
There were three people in the house, all women. Standing next to the square table is a woman wearing a light green silk shirt. She looks to be in her forties and has a delicate appearance. There is a cold table on the right side of the hall. A girl is lying on it writing and drawing. Next to it sits a young woman in a snow-white silk skirt. Both of them have their backs to the door and cannot be seen.
The waiter took something like a copper braid off the plate, put it away, took two steps back and put it aside. The whole process was silent.
Then I heard the girl's voice: "Mom, I'm hungry, I want to eat."
But the young woman refused: "No, keep your word. You just agreed to finish this question before eating, and you won't regret it?"
But the girl was about to cry: "I didn't know it was so difficult, my mother-in-law is bullying others!"
Then he shouted to the middle-aged woman on the side, "Mommy, Yue'er wants to eat, but my mother won't let her!"
The middle-aged woman just listened with a smile and said nothing.
During these conversations, the girl's voice was so sweet and sweet that people couldn't help but want to agree. Although the young woman is stern, her voice is gentle and soft, like trickling spring water.
Yang Zhen couldn't help but think of the saying in her previous life, "I'd rather quarrel with people in Suzhou than talk to people from a certain place." Just listening to the words of these two people made her feel like sitting under a tree in the summer, and she felt slightly intoxicated.
Unable to get support, the girl groaned unhappily and resumed writing and drawing. The room became quiet again, and you could hear a pin drop.
After a while, I saw the waiter with a sad face, turning his head frequently to look at the middle-aged woman, looking quite uneasy. His movement was quickly noticed by the middle-aged woman. She glanced at the waiter: "Is something wrong?"
The waiter pointed to the copper basket on the table and whispered: "This dish won't last long!"
"Yes." The woman responded lightly.
The waiter tiptoed to the table and gently lifted a corner of the copper basket. A burst of white mist appeared instantly. There was a piece of ice inside, shaking slightly. It had obviously melted out a lot of water.
The waiter pointed at the remaining ice: "My lord, if the ice cubes are gone, this dish won't taste the same."
"Oh, it's okay." The woman waved her hand, but without seeing any movement from her, the remaining ice stopped shaking and quickly turned back into a large piece of ice under the surprised gaze of the waiter.
The waiter was overjoyed and went back to wait. His expression was relaxed and he was no longer as irritable as before.
Yang Zhen was also stunned. This must be the method of immortals! Unexpectedly, this middle-aged woman, this woman who looks like a servant, is actually an immortal!
The servants are all immortals. What are the identities of this mother and daughter? Is he also an immortal?
The room became quiet again, except for the girl's small cooing sounds from time to time.
But Yang Zhen moved and walked towards the girl.
Because just now, he secretly made a decision.
