A good chef doesn't cook, and changes his career to play literature.

Tang Yi looked around and found that there were indeed a large group of people standing at the entrance of the restaurant, scratching his head, not to mention being anxious, obviously he couldn't answer. Looking back at his own people, the Zhu brothers were foodies and didn't even know how to speak. Although Wu Tiancheng could write, he did not have such talent. As for Tang Xiucai, he was good at calligraphy and solid classics, but he was less eager to do so. If he asked him to write, it was probably a cliché like "prosper business and prosperity."

There is no doubt that the pressure of passing the level falls on Tang Yi, but our little Tang is another stubborn person. He hates this kind of "pretending to be big" behavior the most. He is obviously a restaurant and a place to consume. You must be polite and you deserve it! I am not those literati who are mean and don't like your temper.

Tang Yi sneered: "We need to spend money when we enter the store, right? We also have to write couplets for you. If I really write it, you will hang it out for free to attract distinguished guests from all over the world. You will still make money. Why are the good things in the world falling on you? Are there anyone so shameless?"

The young man was stunned when asked, and Tang Yi smiled contemptuously: "It's easy to write for me, take out the pen cost, or you get out of here!"

Tang Yi's roar of spring thunder scared the young man several steps back.

"Who is making a fuss here?"

A guy in his early forties walked out of the building gate. His body was big and his shiny face looked like a big cake, and his facial features were shrunk into sesame seeds, which were dotted on his face.

As soon as this man came out, he stood on the steps, looked down from the corner of his eyes at Tang Yi. He was not old and wearing a commoner. The few people behind him didn't seem to be powerful and powerful. He suddenly felt contempt and couldn't help but snorted.

"Boy, you dare to ask for money for money? I really don't know how many bowls of dry rice I'll eat. Today Chunfanglou will entertain talented men from all over the world, make friends with literature, and be vulgar people. We don't welcome them!"

It is unbearable to say that my master is vulgar. Before Tang Yi gets angry, his father stood up.

"Is there anyone who does business like this?" Tang Xiucai suddenly roared: "Open the door to do business and welcome guests from all over the world. We are here to have dinner, not to be angry, or just couplets? Is there any difficulty? Come over with the pen and ink, and I will write it!"

The fat man smiled and said, "Sir, it's not okay to fool me with just a few words. I have to be able to speak it well." Tang Xiucai was a little stunned and nodded with a naked face. Although his words may not be good, he had enough confidence in his words.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

He picked up the pen and was about to write. Tang Yi suddenly covered his hand.

"Dad, sir, just leave this to the child." Tang Yi blinked his eyes narrowly, and Tang Xiucai nodded immediately. His baby son had a bad idea again, so wait and see the show. He took a step back, hugged his shoulders, and felt relieved to his son ten thousand times. This kid would never suffer any loss.

Tang Yi stared at him for a moment, brushed his fingers and started writing. Without much effort, he finished writing eight big words. Wu Tiancheng ran behind him. How could he know that his master was good at calculating and had never seen his literary talent?

When Tang Yi finished writing, Wu Tiancheng couldn't help but read it out.

"Smell the fragrance and get off the horse and go to bed in the dark!"

Puchi!

He couldn't help laughing wildly, it was too cruel!

Although there are girls in Chunfanglou, after all, they walk on two legs, focusing on food and beauty. They regard themselves as restaurants, not brothels. The girls inside also pay attention to selling their skills and not selling themselves, and pretending!

Tang Yi was so good that he directly exposed the diorama, not only did he say that he was so spicy and direct, but he would not live!

The fat man also came over. At first sight, his face turned pale and his fat flesh kept twitching.

"Boy, what do you mean? You actually use such a despicable word. Do you want to make trouble on purpose? Believe it or not, Qian sent you to the yamen to question!"

Tang Yi smiled disdainfully: "Where are you following? I'm telling you the eight words? Why do you know the despicable thing when I ask you?"

Not being mean, I'm staring at me and telling lies!

Fatty Qian bit his back teeth and squirted like a cow, and said angrily: "Boy, then what do these eight words mean?"

"What's the difficulty?" Tang Yi picked up the first couplet and raised it high. There was a lot of fun watching. Those who couldn't write the couplet and wanted to see the style of Miss Liuying, but were unwilling to leave, gathered over and looked at them.

Tang Yi was not anxious or slow, and spoke clearly, calmly: "The first couplet is 'Smelling the fragrance and dismounting the horse'. The fragrance of smell is naturally the fragrance of your dishes. Think about it, how fast the horse runs, you can smell the fragrance. The knight on the horse doesn't do a good job and comes to eat. Isn't this praising your dishes for delicious food?"

"This..." Although he knew that Tang Yi was inappropriate, Fatty Qian couldn't find any rebuttal words. His face turned ashen, and three words were squeezed out from his teeth: "Where is the second couplet?"

"That would be even easier!"

Tang Yi smiled and walked to the young man and asked, "This little brother, I want to ask you, when do you sleep every day?"

The waiter didn't understand why, so he thought for a while and said, "Sometimes it is Xu, and it's time to be busy."

"Well, that's right!" Tang Yi smiled and said, "The Xu and Hai are both at night. My couplet is to praise your guys for doing things with sincerity. They go to bed very late every day, so it is called touching! Dark! Going to bed! Is there anything wrong? If you have a more clever explanation, you might as well say it, and I'll listen to it too!"

Tang Yi looked at Fat Qian with a sincere look, as if you were good at it, which was so angry that he was not worth his life.

What else can Fat Qian say? Although he knew Tang Yi was making a fool of himself, could he still expose it? Wouldn't that hold the shit basin and hold it on his head? He could only look at Tang Yi poisonously, wishing he could be eaten alive.

Tang Yi didn't care at all and laughed loudly: "This couplet, the guest in the first couplet and the owner in the second couplet, is just eight words, it is sound and colorful, dynamic and quiet, and can make people think a lot. In my opinion, it is definitely a fine product among the couplets. Everyone, do you think what I said makes sense?"

Chunfanglou has done this trick, and many people cannot get in because they can't write couplets. They are so angry that Tang Yi's couplet makes them angry, and they smile and keep making excuses.

"That's right, the young man is right. Qian Jianzhu, this couplet should be hung in front of your door. In the future, the business of custody will be prosperous."

"Okay, I'm the shopkeeper Qian. If I were you, I'll buy the couplets quickly with money and don't let others take them away!"

It’s not good to write couplets when watching the fun, it’s annoying. If you buy this couplet with money, you might as well die. Fatty Qian felt dizzy and almost fell down.

At this moment, a gorgeous carriage came from the other side of the road. Three Gao Jun's war horses ran in front, and the bells rang, making it so majestic.

Although the Ming Dynasty did not lack war horses, there were few such handsome animals in Jiangnan. These three horses alone were definitely comparable to later sports cars, and they were still the best.

The carriage held steadily in front of Chunfang Tower, lifted the curtain, and a young man in his early twenties jumped off. He was wearing a royal blue dark flower-woven brocade straight-fitting, soft and restrained clothes, and it looked very valuable at first glance. The belt was embedded with agate gems, a white mutton fat pendant, and a fan of rosewood in his hand. Just this blinding outfit, I don’t know how much money I deserve!

Looking further on his face, he had a white face, delicate facial features, and a high smile on his lips. When the people around him saw him, they couldn't help but feel ashamed and lowered their heads.

The visitor walked closer. Fatty Qian seemed to have seen the savior. He hurried over, hurriedly said, "Young Master Wan, you are here. You are as your instructions, but you didn't expect..."

"Yes!" The person who came forward put the fan on his face, and Fatty Qian closed his mouth tactfully.

The young man glanced at Tang Yi's couplet and snorted.

"Meng Lang is frivolous, dirty, and impolite, but he is also improper and perverted. Are scholars in Jiangnan so incompetent?"

The first few sentences were at best attacking Tang Yi, and the map cannon was directly fired from behind. The range of killing was too large, which caused an uproar.

The young man looked at him completely disdained and sneered: "What is the ghost called? If you have the ability, you can compete." That arrogant and conceited person was simply crazy.

Tang Yi suddenly felt his shoulders sinking, and he suddenly looked up, and his father was looking at him with a serious face.

"Yi'er, beat him!"

Tang Yi looked sad. You look down on me. Although the other party is crazy, he is definitely not like a fool. His level is probably a problem.

"People fight for a breath!" Tang Xiucai said fiercely: "Yi'er, if you lose, I will not recognize you as your son!"
Chapter completed!