I open a restaurant in Daqin

Chapter 1

"Yingzheng, you are not benevolent as a king, you are not filial as a son, you are ashamed of the great Qin ancestors!"

"Yingzheng, if you treat the Queen Mother like this, how did the previous king close his eyes in the sky, and how all the people surrendered, you stupid king!"

The sound of cursing sounded from outside the Qin Palace and echoed everywhere.

On the empty streets, the autumn wind leaves, and there are almost no figures to be seen. Occasionally, someone walks by, and they are also soldiers of the Xianyang City Huben Army!

In this eventful autumn, every family closed their doors.

All the inns, shops and restaurants were closed, and the only one who was open was Qin Yong, a guy who wanted money and didn't care about his life.

Qin Yong's restaurant is located on Xuefu Street not far from Qin Palace.

At this moment, Qin Yong was lying on the counter, looking at the customers in the restaurant who were drinking with their heads bowed.

As a modern gourmet anchor, Qin Yong got very drunk. After waking up, he inexplicably came to Xianyang City of Qin State in the Warring States Period in 238 BC, and became the shopkeeper of this restaurant at the same time.

Logically, as a top food blogger and chef, opening a restaurant here should be full of guests.

As a result, there was a rebellion by Lao Ai. In the past three months, not to mention the restaurant was deserted, and there were hardly any people on the street.

It's hard for a guest to come today, and they only want wine, no food.

Qin Yong stared at this guest intently. He was dressed gorgeously, and at first glance he was the son of everyone.

I don't know what troubles I encountered, frowning, and sighing at every turn.

After watching for a long time, Qin Yong couldn't help but sigh, and came to the back kitchen of the restaurant, and quickly came out with a tray.

He came to the opposite side of the guest and knelt down, and put the cold chicken gizzards, braised mutton in sauce, and cold preserved egg tofu on the table.

The three dishes are all cold dishes, without any aroma, but the colors are more delicate and beautiful than the dishes of this era.

The guest was taken aback. In this era, meat is served piece by piece, and the guest cuts and eats himself. Like Qin Yong, it is not uncommon to slice boiled meat into thin slices. Really unseen.

And the tofu is placed together, what is the black thing!
Finally, how is the chicken gizzard made? The black water, like ink, is full of ginger and garlic. What is the way to eat it?
The guest raised his head, looked at Qin Yong with a drunken expression, and looked at Qin Yong with a questioning expression.

"Guest officer, let's order some food. You pay for the wine, and I'll buy the food!"

"You only drink alcohol and don't eat vegetables, it's not good for your health!"

Qin Yong looked helpless, he still wanted to attract customers, show off his skills, and earn the first pot of gold in his life first.

In the end, it was so hard to come to a guest, but they only drink and don't eat food, so how could it be possible?
If you serve a few dishes, it's an advertisement at a loss.

"Hehe, thank you shopkeeper, I don't need the dishes, I'll serve more good bars!"

The guests waved their hands, showing no appetite at all.

While speaking, he filled a jug of wine and was about to drink it up with his head raised.

But at this moment, Qin Yong stretched out his hand suddenly and pressed his wrist.

The guest frowned slightly, his eyes turned cold, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

"Do what?"

The guest's tone was a little cold, and he was very dissatisfied with Qin Yong's actions.

"Hey, there is a saying that wine makes you sad, beauty is a knife to kill, and fine wine is poison to your intestines. Is there anything you can't think about, why do you have to use wine to torture yourself?"

Qin Yong shook his head.

"Is it even more worrying when you drink wine?"

The guest was stunned, and said with a smile: "Since ancient times, I have only heard of the beauty and wonder of wine, but I have never heard that wine is a poison that penetrates the intestines. It's interesting!"

"Why don't you say that you young people can't stand the blow? If you say it's sad or difficult, who do you think is more difficult than that?"

Qin Yong curled his lips towards the Qin Palace.

"You mean King Qin?"

The guest looked at Qin Yong in astonishment.

"Shh..."

Qin Yong hurriedly made a silent gesture, and said in a low voice: "Don't be so loud, that person may be in a more disturbed mood than you now, be careful that the wall has ears, and you will lose your head!"

"Lost your head?"

The guest laughed at himself: "Could it be that in the eyes of the shopkeeper and the eyes of the world, that person is so cruel and frightening?"

Qin Yong shook his head and sighed, "It's so ruthless. If you really want to be ruthless, how can it be the turn of those nonsense Confucian scholars to make noise all day long? It's just that this clay figurine is still hot, let alone a king!"

"These Confucian scholars have asked for their own death, and each of them died gloriously. Poor us common people, but we have to bear the trouble they caused!"

Qin Yong's words aroused the interest of the guests.

"It sounds like the shopkeeper doesn't like those Confucian scholars!"

"Listening to a group of women and men swearing at the street all day, disturbing everyone's peace, in exchange for you, can you have a good impression?"

"Look, because of them, how deserted is this street? I don't have a single customer in this restaurant for several months, and sooner or later they will starve to death!"

Qin Yong pursed his lips, with a look of disdain, and said: "Tell me, what kind of sage is this old Confucius? He wants him to know that his descendants and disciples are such a group of people who don't know the merits of the emperor and ministers, and don't know the suffering of the common people. Will he be so angry that he can pry open the coffin boards and climb out?"

"Confucius was so angry that he crawled out of the coffin?"

"Hahaha……"

Muttering to himself, the guest couldn't stop laughing.

He let go of Jiu Jue, and asked with a deep smile, "Shopkeeper, don't you agree with those Confucian scholars' actions?"

(End of this chapter)