Yue Ling and Guo Ying sang heartily on the stage.
Mu Qingyun did not disturb them.
The old and young rotten scholars muttered that there was really no need to waste their time talking to them.
The wine and food at Zhai Yue Lou are medium-priced in Yuncheng, but in terms of taste, they are much better than other restaurants.
After Mu Qingyun came to Yuncheng, she often went shopping with Chen Yi and the others after practicing martial arts every day. She tasted almost all the snack stalls in the streets and alleys of Yuncheng.
The special dishes of each restaurant have also never been eaten.
Nowadays, there is no shortage of money, and he will definitely not stay in this world for a lifetime. The money he earns, apart from leaving it to Yue Ling for her retirement, the rest must be spent well and conscientiously to be cost-effective.
It has to be spent with value.
Mu Qingyun had already planned it, and the first thing he did was to search for various rare secret books.
There is no need for martial arts secret books, she wants other valuable books.
Too many good things have been lost in this era, and she can learn as much as she can.
The second thing is to eat and drink.
Mu Qingyun ordered the mullet fish and said with a smile: "Brother Chi, try it. It will definitely suit your taste."
Without Mu Qingyun's advice, Chi Ze ate the rouge-red fish lips in one bite and was so beautiful that he almost burst into tears.
A few people quickly ignored the sad chat and ate a lot, such as mullet fish, crab roe shrimp, pepper lantern meat, and lychee braised chicken.
Chi Ze, a serious Jiangnan native, suddenly tasted Jiangnan flavor that he had never tasted before from Yuncheng.
Mu Qingyun was also surprised. Several of the dishes here were only known by their names in later generations and had simply been lost.
I can only say that this world is really full of wonders, and maybe the place where the plot in the script takes place is just a little bit more special than other places.
While eating, Mu Qingyun warmed a pot of rice wine and poured it for Chize and the others.
Mu Changfeng laughed: "This is really flattering!"
Chi Ze also laughed.
In terms of status, they are both seniors and elders. Logically speaking, if a little girl of fifteen or sixteen years old pours them a glass of wine, what does that mean?
But now as soon as Mu Qingyun lifted the wine bottle, Mu Changfeng wanted to get up.
Chi Ze's heart was pounding.
They had only spent such a short time with Yue Qingqing, a junior, but in this short period of time, Yue Qingqing had become a newcomer who came from a small martial arts school and had to treat each other as equals.
Chi Ze thoughtfully said softly: "Shimei has a very special temperament, as if she is looking at the world from a very high place."
Perhaps because of this, they couldn't help but look at him differently.
"That's called heroic spirit!" Mu Changfeng laughed. He was not as sharp as Chi Ze, and his words were purely a joke.
But even though it was a joke, it was also somewhat sincere.
In his opinion, Mu Qingyun's martial arts skills are not very high, but he can indeed be called a hero among women.
Judging from the way he easily controls the reincarnation competition, even a hundred Mu Changfeng can't compare to him.
Talking and laughing, drinking.
This wine is very good. It is sweet in the mouth and slightly sour. It is not overpowering at all, but it has enough stamina. After two glasses, I feel like I am in heaven.
After drinking for three rounds, Chize leaned on the fence and rolled his eyes: "Why don't you worry about the time, there are crazy dogs barking, and they never stop."
A few old people sitting downstairs kept mumbling.
It's all bullshit.
Chize and the others were well-educated and would never take action against ordinary people who were unarmed.
It is only through years and months of hard training and sweat and blood that we can achieve success.
If such martial arts were used to bully ordinary people, wouldn't they be worthless?
"Noisy, annoying!"
But the movement downstairs was too noisy.
They, a group of martial arts comrades, rarely have free time to gather in a restaurant, eat, drink and laugh, but some people make trouble, which always makes people feel unhappy.
The sounds from downstairs filtered upward.
"When we were young, what kind of character did women have? At that time, if a woman let her husband see her ankles, she would kill herself to protect her reputation. Look at it now, hey!"
The drama on the stage became more and more lively.
Several old people in the audience became more and more excited as they talked.
The one with the harshest voice was an old man wearing a gray patched robe.
As the man spoke, he became filled with indignation. His nose was not a nose, his eyes were not eyes, and he pointed at Yue Ling and cursed softly.
"Gong Zhang is such a loyal person. I remember my son had an accident three years ago. If Gong Zhang hadn't come with the life-saving money in time, I'm afraid others would have died."
"Mr. Zhang is a good man!"
"An actress is lucky enough to be Mrs. Zhang. Shouldn't she be grateful? She actually got tough with her man. Why are you divorcing her? It's shameless!"
"It's nothing more than making a fuss, but it's so public and makes outsiders laugh."
Mu Qingyun frowned and sneered. Before he could say anything, he saw the waiter who was passing by slamming the teapot on the group's table and said angrily: "Speak louder if you can!"
The old man immediately shut up, his face turned red, and he groaned angrily for a while: "Whether I want to talk or not is none of your business."
The waiter glared, and the old man was startled and shrank to the side.
"Xiaolong, why are you talking to a deaf or blind man?"
The old shopkeeper of Zhaiyue Tower not far away waved his hand and said, "Hang out and let's deal with it."
The waiter didn't say anything, he stretched out his hand and pushed and pulled the person out, making him depressed.
All the guests in the house looked back and pointed at them. Several old people suddenly turned red and became angry: "You, you, are rude!"
"rude?"
The shopkeeper sneered, "You think Mr. Zhang, whom you always mention in your heart, where did the money you lent your son come from? Isn't it his wife's dowry?"
"you--"
The old man's face turned red.
"Of course you have to remember your Mr. Zhang. After all, Mrs. Yue would never lend money to a bastard who sold his wife and daughter for gambling!"
"With this extra money, it would be better to send it to the Salesian Hospital than to fill the belly of your unlucky son!"
Before he finished speaking, several old people were kicked out, hiding their faces and walking away in shame.
On the stage, there was endless sound of drama, and there were bursts of applause from the audience.
After Yue Ling finished singing her song, she stepped off the stage to talk to the guests with a bright smile, just like the top Jiangnan Huadan back then.
Mu Qingyun couldn't help but smile.
Yue Ling's popularity is very good, obviously there is no need for her to fight injustice!
"There is a play on the stage, and there is a play off the stage. Now I finally understand why my master and others always liked to go to restaurants and teahouses to eat and drink tea. No matter how good the tea and snacks at home are, and how clean and delicious the food is, they still love it. Get out."
Chi Ze smiled and sighed, raising his glass to Yue Ling with a glass of wine from afar.
There was a faint sound of noisy sales outside the window.
The various guests in the restaurant had various expressions.
"Nvxia, Yuncheng is very interesting."
Chi Ze suddenly smiled.
"I once told you that with your talent, if you stop caring about the complicated things in the world and just practice martial arts, you will be able to achieve delusion in three years. This is not so reasonable."
