Poor family mother and son

Chapter 468
The boy's words made it even more difficult for the man: "Mr. Xue, I told your boy just now that the biggest private room has just been booked, and he won't listen!"

"Who booked it? Who dares to steal the space from me?" Xue Erlang yelled, his eyes fixed on Xiaobao's back: "Don't tell me it's them! They came after me!"

The little guy was sweating, and kept explaining: "I didn't know you were coming, you came in as soon as they made an appointment. We are open for business, so it's not easy to say anything;
Mr. Xue, look, there are only four of you, and a small private room is enough. "

"There are only four of them, are you blind?" Xue Erlang roared, slapping the guy's face with his mouth.

"Drunk Eight Immortals" is not the largest restaurant in Songjiang Mansion, but it has gained a foothold in many restaurants with its selling point of "one fish, three meals".

At the same time, the wines they use to match "one fish, three meals" are their own original "Da Xue Niang" and "Little Xue Niang", which make them a "perfect match" in taste and attract diners even more. stand out.

But there are also shortcomings, that is, the restaurant has only two floors, and there are few private rooms that can accommodate not many guests. Therefore, the largest private room cannot be vacant all the year round like other restaurants, and it is specially reserved for some big customers.

Therefore, the rule of Drunken Eight Immortals is: if there is no reservation three days in advance, private rooms are first come, first served.

Gan Lai's pair of flying legs, who can snatch her?Come first, so Xiaobao gets first.

The moment Xiaobao entered the private room, he deliberately glanced at Xue Erlang with embarrassment all over his face.

How could Xue Erlang bear this kind of anger?

So he opened his throat and began to curse: "Country boy! You put the seat in front of the young master, I don't want to kill you! Get out of the young master!"

Gan Lai was the last to enter the private room, and ordered: "Order!" He slammed the door shut with a bang, shutting out the noisy voice.

Xue Erlang immediately felt that his dignity was being provoked, and immediately ordered the shop assistant: "Get him out of here! Where did you come from, a country bumpkin! If you don't move, I will smash your restaurant, do you believe it?"

The young masters who came with him also "pointed out" the boy one after another: "Have some insight! You can't decide this matter, so hurry up and let your shopkeepers go out and bombard people!"

"Let me tell you, if you offend Mr. Xue, you don't even want to open your restaurant!"

Just when the little guy covered his face and was so worried that he wanted to kneel down for them, a gentle voice came: "Erlang."

When everyone looked back, a young man wearing a green jade and bamboo-patterned gold silk gown came in, with a gentle and elegant demeanor, followed by several noble young men with the same temperament.

"Brother, why are you here?" Xue Erlang saw that it was his own brother who came, and hurriedly greeted him.

Xue Dalang said: "Mr. Meng returned from his study tour today, and we will take care of him. Erlang, why don't you call me?"

Xue Erlang bowed immediately: "I've seen Brother Meng!"

This "Brother Meng" is Meng Xiansheng, the eldest son of Meng Chun, the head of the Jiangnan Meng family.

Meng Xiansheng is twenty-three this year, wearing a clear gray satin peony-patterned round-neck gown, and a round white jade Pixiu pendant hanging from his waist. Gives a soft sheen.

The most important thing is that the figure is promoted, and the face is like a crown jade, which is quite elegant.

"What are you doing?" Meng Xiansheng asked gently.

The boy is still covering his face, as long as his eyes are not blind, he should know that he is bullying, but he can ask "what are you doing" instead of "what happened", seeing that he wants to suppress the unpleasant situation. If you are beaten, you will be beaten, and you are not a big shot.

If you know something, you will say at this time: "Oh, unfortunately, my brothers, this place is full, let's move to another place", so as to avoid the embarrassing situation in front of us.

It's a pity that Xue Erlang is used to arrogance, and he didn't understand Meng Xiansheng's intentions. On the contrary, he felt that someone could support him.

Look at the few people around my brother, there is the future head of the Meng family in Jiangnan, the young owner of the "Yan Shou Tang" medicine hall in Songjiang Mansion, the nephew of the prefect of Songjiang Mansion, and the last one is also from the Yao family, the largest grain merchant in Songjiang Mansion Fourth son.

Which one is not a well-known figure in Fucheng?This year's "Fucheng Siya" are all here!
So Xue Erlang became even more arrogant: "Brother Meng, I think the drunken eight immortals don't want to mess around anymore, and even used that small private room to deal with me. Who do you look down on? I'm teaching them a lesson!"

Xue Dalang: "..." This brother is really annoying.

Xue Dalang hurriedly made up: "Forget it, we just happened to meet, there are so many people, the private room is too small to sit down, so let's go to another place to eat."

I just want to change places quickly. Although they are all children of merchants, they are all well-known in the south of the Yangtze River, and they are all studying in the prefectural schools of Songjiang Prefecture. Naturally, they must maintain a good image.

Moreover, the prefect's nephew is still there, arguing endlessly, what does it look like!
"Oh?" Meng Xiansheng answered, "Where's the private room I used to use? Is it gone?"

This is for the buddy.

The clerk said heartily: Our family does not prepare a private room to be vacant, and besides, you have not been here for more than half a year, who will keep it for you?

I thought so in my heart, but I couldn't say: "Mr. Meng, there are too many people today. The private room you usually use has just been booked by a young master. It's really a coincidence."

Meng Xianchao originally thought that the waiter was not good enough to serve him, but when he heard that there were not enough private rooms, he wanted to show off how special he was, so he answered the call.

Don't think that the Meng family is just a merchant, but it is an imperial merchant appointed by the late emperor. Every government in the south of the Yangtze River has to give some face to the family, and it is very easy to eat.

On weekdays, small-scale restaurants like Zuibaxian, which attract customers with special features, don't always have private rooms, but for his Meng family, they have to take care of them first. Once he arrives, the shopkeeper has to give face.

So Meng Xiansheng said: "Well, I don't know who is occupying my private room, boy, please tell the shopkeeper and see if I can help."

Occupy his private room!

You're still accommodating, why are you accommodating?I just want the shopkeeper to drive them out.

The shopkeeper went to greet the guests in other private rooms just now, when he came downstairs, he saw a group of people gathered around the counter, he took a closer look, and it was actually "Fucheng Siya", so he hurried over to say hello.

After listening to the request, I was a little embarrassed.

Everything else is easy to deal with. Didn't say anything, it's okay to make you feel like an "emperor", but I'm afraid that in the current situation, people pay money to enter the private room, but they want them to come out again.

Especially the young master just now, even though he is not a big person, he has a lot of momentum, who knows what background it is?

A restaurant like mine relies entirely on special features to attract customers, and the owner does not have any backstage supporters, so he is very afraid of offending customers.

The six prefectures in the south of the Yangtze River are no different than other places. There are more rules here than other places, and they are almost catching up with Kyoto.

In the capital, if a thunderbolt strikes from the sky, seven out of ten people killed are third-rank officials, but if a thunder strikes in the south of the Yangtze River, among the ten dead people, there must be seven richest men or imperial merchants or something.

The shopkeeper looked at these "elegants" speechlessly, and said in his heart: I'm just annoying you!

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