Becoming a literary master starting from the story of Minglan

Chapter 187 Rumors (Part 2)

"Oh, is it a business owner?"

Upon hearing this, Sheng Changquan's eyes lit up immediately: "That's perfect!"

He clapped his hands with a smile and said, "In that case, I'll trouble you, waiter, to order one of every single one of Fanlou's signature dishes and bring them over!"

"Perfect timing, let's try this authentic Fanlou specialty!"

Upon hearing this, Aunt Wei's expression shifted, and she hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.

At the same time, the second-in-command on the other side also paused abruptly, and then spoke as if he was thinking about what to say.

"Guest officer!"

The waiter standing opposite Sheng Changquan was in a bit of a predicament.

"Our Fanlou restaurant has countless delicious dishes. If it were just the four of you, ordering all the signature dishes might be a bit..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was obvious: he didn't want to see them waste it.

I must say, the people here in Fanlou are quite interesting. They don't prioritize making money; in fact, they know how to encourage thrift and guide people towards goodness.

"Brother Quan, don't waste it!"

Hearing this, Aunt Wei, who was standing next to her, finally couldn't hold back anymore!
"I'm just a peasant, I can't possibly eat this much!"

Aunt Wei waved her hand repeatedly, gesturing to Sheng Changquan, "Brother Quan, just take into account how much we eat and order a few dishes, that's all!"

"We must not be extravagant and waste money!"

"This……"

Sheng Changquan was somewhat reluctant, after all, Aunt Wei had come from afar, and he was hoping that Aunt Wei would try more of these expensive things!

However, seeing the latter's persistent expression, Sheng Changquan finally gave a wry smile.

"In that case, waiter, please arrange a meal for us according to the specifications for nine people."

"However, we must serve those most popular dishes from Fanlou right now!"

The dishes that are currently popular are always good, because they have stood the test of time.

"Okay!"

The waiter glanced at Sheng Changquan, assuming that more people would come, so he didn't refuse and simply turned to leave, shouting loudly behind him.
"At the T-junction, one of Fanlou's nine delicacies is served!"

The "D" position refers to the location of Sheng Changquan's table, while the "Nine Delicacies of Fanlou" is an ancient version of a "set meal," meaning it is a nine-person serving.

"Brother Quan, didn't I tell you not to be extravagant!"

Seeing that Xiao Er had left, Aunt Wei frowned and began to scold him in a low voice.

The waiter was still there, so Aunt Wei didn't scold him to his face to save face for Sheng Changquan. But now she said, "You're still young. How can you be so careless and extravagant?"

"There are four of us, why would we need food for nine people?"

Actually, Aunt Wei had another idea in mind, which was to save some money for her nephew. After all, Sheng Changquan's monthly allowance was not much, and it was unnecessary to waste it on her.

"Whee!"

"Auntie, you're really wronging my brother!"

At this moment, seeing that Aunt Wei seemed a little angry, Minglan spoke up to explain.

"Auntie, actually, my brother didn't order that much!"

As she spoke, Minglan turned to look at Sheng Changquan, her face showing a hint of teasing, and said with a half-smile, "After all, my brother's appetite is twice that of all of us!"

"what!"

Aunt Wei was taken aback, but then she chuckled and quickly changed her tune, saying, "In that case, Quan-ge'er, do you think that's enough? If not, order some more!"

Aunt Wei didn't mind Sheng Changquan's large appetite at all; in fact, she thought it was a blessing for him, since the saying "being able to eat is a blessing" has been passed down for thousands of years. "Auntie, that's enough, this is more than enough!"

Sheng Changquan, somewhat amused and exasperated, stopped his aunt's enthusiasm, feeling a little helpless.

His increased appetite was due to his body's needs. If it weren't for the energy he gained from eating, how could he have made such rapid progress in martial arts?

Sometimes, Sheng Changquan would think that perhaps his greatest talent was this ability to digest and devour.

"Huh? Is that really enough?"

Aunt Wei reluctantly stopped asking questions, but on her face she still hoped that Sheng Changquan would eat more, her demeanor just like a farmhouse wife who hoped that her own piglets would eat more so that they could be sold.

"Cough cough..."

Upon seeing this, Sheng Changquan coughed lightly a few times to change the subject.

"By the way, Auntie, how has the harvest been these past few years?"

"How are your uncle, cousin, and the others?"

"Hehe, good, of course everything is good!"

Aunt Wei noticed Sheng Changquan's embarrassment, so she went along with him and began to tell him about her experiences over the years, including some interesting stories about her family.

Just as the group was chatting happily, two new guests suddenly sat down at the table next to them.

One of them asked his companion, "Hey? Old Wang, I heard your family lives on the same street as the Duke of Qi's mansion?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

The moment the two sat down, that loud, hoarse voice rang out.

Faced with this, Sheng Changquan and the others standing next to them could only look at each other helplessly.

"Sigh, those two are so clueless!"

Xiao Tao pouted and complained softly, "How could they speak so loudly in public? Couldn't they be a little more considerate and speak a little quieter?"

"Ha ha……"

"what is this?"

Aunt Wei smiled and shook her head, not taking it to heart.

"If this were where we live, any random person could speak just as loudly as these two. Xiao Tao, you've been living in the Sheng family mansion for too long and have forgotten the nature of us country folk!"

Xiao Tao came to the Sheng family manor from the Sheng family estate, which is why Aunt Wei said that.

"hey-hey!"

Xiao Tao smiled foolishly, but did not argue.

At this time.

"Hey, Lao Wang, have you heard about this Young Master Qi?" the first man asked.

"Young Master Qi?"

Old Wang, sitting opposite the man, expertly called over a waiter and ordered a table full of food and drinks, while also asking with some curiosity, "What could he possibly want?"

"Could it be that you're talking about his affair with that Miss Rong?"

"Miss Rong?"

At this moment, Minglan, who also heard these words, immediately stopped smiling, and her hand movements also slowed down.

"Hey, that's not it!"

"Young Master Qi and Miss Rong have absolutely nothing going on!"

(End of this chapter)