Volume 18: The Third Master's Sword Chapter 432: Invitation to the Grand Banquet
Another half month.
The news of the shopkeeper and the waiter's death spread throughout the street, but it died down after more than ten days.
The chief constable of the yamen came to inspect as usual and interrogated Xiaoyun. He learned that it was the eldest senior brother of Huashan Sect who committed the crime. They also found the identity symbols of Huashan and Emei on the five nuns and the junior brother. They recorded the case and left quietly.
They probably cannot control the scope of the martial arts feuds , not to mention that the one who did it is a martial arts giant like the Huashan Sect.
After all, there are not many constables like Yang Zheng in this world.
But Xiaoyun also understood that it was not their fault for not doing their job; because with their martial arts skills, even if they wanted to solve the case and catch the murderer, they would be powerless and would instead lose their lives in vain.
With a few basins of cold water and half a rag, the blood stains on the ground were washed away, and it became brand new, smooth and clean again.
The blood of small characters like the shopkeeper, the waiter, and the chef could not stain the ground red.
Xiaoyun suddenly changed into a new person, put on new clothes, and became the temporary owner of Yuelai Inn.
Yuelai Inn has been opened all over the world and is well-versed in the world. There are Yuelai Inns everywhere, and there are already prepared plans for this kind of thing. The survivors will continue to open the store and take care of the aftermath until the Central Plains sends another shopkeeper over.
Although the method is arranged in this way, there are still many key points in it that cannot be revealed to outsiders.
In short, after Xiaoyun took over Yuelai Inn, he hired a down-and-out scholar to be the accountant and an honest young man to be the waiter.
Business had been much less after someone died at Yue Lai Inn, so the three newcomers were a little unfamiliar with working together, but they were able to handle the work.
Winter passed and spring came, and in the blink of an eye it was February.
The spring breeze in February is like a pair of scissors. After a few spring rains, it seems to have washed away all the dirt. The streets are bustling with people coming and going, and there is no more taboo in the inn.
After all, life must go on, and the flowers in the south of the Yangtze River are blooming again.
As a result, the business of Yuelai Inn is getting better and better. Especially with Xiaoyun, the "god chef", many people come here to try the delicious food.
Xiaoyun tried to find out who killed Lao Gong many times, but to no avail.
The dinner table is the easiest place for gossip to spread, but Old Gong is too young to be brought up at the dinner table, and the government office has hastily closed the case, so it is extremely difficult to catch the real culprit.
On this day, the Liu Mansion, the largest wealthy family in Liuquan City, sent a butler to look for the chef of Yuelai Inn.
"Where is your cook? Get him out!"
As soon as the butler entered the room, he took out a large stack of banknotes, and slapped them on the table with an arrogant look on his face.
The honest young man came over and greeted him, "What would you like to order? We have meat and wine here."
The housekeeper pouted disdainfully and raised his eyebrows and said, "Ask your cook to come out and see me. I'll ask him something. If he does a good job, all the money will be yours!"
The honest young man scratched his head and said awkwardly: "My chef usually doesn't see anyone, and we rarely disturb him on weekdays."
The butler's face darkened, he flicked his sleeves, stood up, walked to the counter, and placed the stack of banknotes in front of the down-and-out scholar.
The honest young man went to the kitchen to serve the dishes in a sullen manner.
The down-and-out scholar was reading a book. Except for keeping accounts and eating, he read almost all day long.
"You are the shopkeeper, right? Call the cook out quickly. Do you see what this is?"
The butler was clearly standing in front of the down-and-out scholar, but he still spoke very loudly on purpose, as if he was afraid that there was someone in the hall who couldn't hear him.
The down-and-out scholar didn't even raise his eyelids, and continued to read a tattered and yellowed ancient book that he was holding down with his elbow.
His whole life was devoted to passing the imperial examinations and he was not interested in money. He worked at Yuelai Inn only to make a living temporarily.
"Are you the shopkeeper? Can't you speak?"
The butler spoke even louder, and even moved his mouth closer to the scholar's ear and spoke: "Even if you don't have ears, you should have eyes. Do you see these piles of money?!"
The down-and-out scholar looked up at him calmly and said, "Our small shop doesn't have such an expensive banquet, so this money will not be recorded and will not be collected."
The housekeeper got even more angry when he saw him like this. He raised his hands and said angrily, "How ridiculous! How ridiculous! Is this still an inn? These people are all bosses!"
Suddenly, a voice rang out from the backyard: "We are not the boss, only you want to be the boss. Now it's just that we don't treat you as the boss anymore."
There are many such people in this world - there are only two kinds of relationships between him and others, either he is the boss and orders others around; or others are the boss and obey him submissively.
In these people's world, there are only superiors and subordinates in power, but there is no such thing as equal friends.
The housekeeper stared at the person who came out of the kitchen for a long time, and said through gritted teeth: "I thought someone who can talk came, but I didn't expect it to be a dog that bites people randomly!"
The person who came out was Xiaoyun.
The housekeeper had seen Xiaoyun before, but at this moment he did not recognize that the famous chef in front of him, who was wearing a hat and looked well-dressed, was the dung carrier.
Maybe he originally thought that the cook and the dung man looked somewhat similar, but he definitely just thought it was a coincidence and never thought about it in that direction.
Xiao Yun said, "If you want to find a dog to cook for the Liu family, then please go out of the street and turn left. There is a dog named Da Huang. He is the most obedient dog in the area for miles."
"Hahahaha. Yes, Dahuang is quite obedient."
"That person looks like the housekeeper of the Liu Mansion, right?"
“…”
Everyone in the inn immediately laughed.
The butler's expression became somewhat embarrassed. He suddenly realized that the chef of Yuelai Inn was not like the servants who had never seen the world and could be driven like dogs for a little money.
"Since you know that I came to you for the wedding banquet at the Liu Mansion, how dare you be so rude?"
"Wedding banquet?"
The housekeeper calmed down his expression and said seriously, "The eldest lady of the Liu Mansion and the great hero Li Anzi of the Hainan Sword School will hold a wedding soon. It is better to share happiness with others than to enjoy it alone. The Liu Mansion will set up a one-day banquet, and everyone is welcome to come and enjoy it."
He was speaking to the guests in the inn. Although he said "honor the guest", his expression was as if he was giving a coin to an unknown beggar.
The guests smiled but said nothing. Only a few of them clasped their fists and said, "We will definitely come to share in the good fortune when the time comes!"
The housekeeper was very satisfied with their attitude. He smiled and nodded, saying, "We all live in the same city, so we should take care of each other."
"We will invite the best chef in Liuquan City, who is at Yuelai Inn, to be the head chef for our Liu Mansion and prepare a grand banquet."
The housekeeper looked at Xiaoyun and waved his hand, saying, "Chef, I've left the banknotes here. Be sure to come on time on the third day of next month."
After he said that, he left Yuelai Inn. In his opinion, no one in Liuquan City would refuse such a large sum of money, nor would anyone have the courage to refuse the invitation from the Liu Mansion.
Xiaoyun suddenly showed a strange look. He had not intended to accept the invitation, but in the end he agreed.
"Okay, I'll definitely go then."
…
The third day of March.
It was another good day. Liu Rushui, the eldest daughter of the Liu family, was getting married. Of course, a good day was chosen. Although it was a good day, Liu Rushui was somewhat depressed and never smiled.
She never really loved Li Anzi, and even hated this man a little.
But everyone told him that Li Anzi was a great swordsman, a hero, and had high martial arts skills, and that he would be the inheritor of the Hainan Sword School.
Liu Rushui didn't know what all this had to do with her - she could live a good and happy life now, so why should she belong to someone she didn't like at all in exchange for material status, wealth and fame.
She really didn't understand what was good about those things.
However, if everyone thinks that something is good, it must be good. Even if she thinks it is not good, she must be wrong.
So although she had quarreled with her father several times, how could "wrong" defeat "right"? Of course, she still failed.
It was from then on that Liu Rushui realized that she was not a high-ranking young lady, but just a pitiful woman.
Red makeup, red candles, and red wedding dress.
The groom, the bride, and the beautiful matchmaker.
Liu Rushui, wearing a red veil, walked all the way to the main hall of the Liu Mansion, and Li Anzi held her hand all the time.
Everyone around who saw her congratulated her and Li Anzi, saying nice things that sounded as sweet as honey.
Liu Rushui felt even more uncomfortable. She felt as if she was trapped in a deep dark swamp. There were hands all around her constantly holding her down and pushing her down, making her whole body unable to move.
The pressure made it hard for her to breathe.
Who would Liu Rushui think of at this moment?
No one would have expected that the person she was thinking of would be the dung husband "Xiao Yun" who was said to have wanted to defile her in the yard that day.
She still remembered the look in Xiaoyun's eyes that day. The feeling of loneliness it gave her was exactly the same as what she felt in her heart now, not a bit different!
At this moment, she seemed to have some kind of strange emotional resonance with Xiaoyun that day.
Liu Rushui suddenly stopped.
The smile on Li Anzi's face became a little stiff.
The guests stared at her and Li Anzi in confusion, not knowing what was going on.
The bridesmaid who was supporting Liu Rushui was obviously very experienced. She guessed what she was thinking and advised her in a very low voice, "Miss, don't resist. You can't see the benefits of marrying Mr. Li now, but you will understand when you grow up."
grow up.
When do you grow up?
Liu Rushui felt a lump in her nose. She really couldn't wait until the day she grew up. She was about to be crushed and suffocated!
“Hahahahaha… Rushui must be hungry and can hardly walk. Come on, after the wedding ceremony, we’ll ask Chef Yuelai to personally cook a pot of side dish for you and make your favorite crispy chicken!”
It was the adult of the Liu Mansion, that is, Liu Rushui's father, who spoke up to help.
No one in the Liu Mansion ever dared to disobey his words.
Of course Liu Rushui understood what he meant.
Liu Rushui sighed and choked up, "I don't want to eat crispy chicken. Ask him to make a bowl of eight-treasure tofu."
"Butler, why don't you go and give the order?"
The butler immediately ran eastward.
The person he wanted to instruct was Xiaoyun, who had arrived at Liu's residence early in the morning to carefully prepare the main table of food and wine for the bride and groom.
