Qianqianjie, kidnap a reborn prince back to the modern era

The crowd gathered in Qingyin Lane was quiet for a moment.

Later, some bold young men, perhaps attracted by the rich aroma or feeling thirsty and hungry, came in groups of three or five and walked towards the two rows of people holding trays.

The first person picked up a small cup, smelled the fragrance, took a sip, and immediately his eyes widened. He raised the small cup, drank it all in one gulp, and praised it with admiration.

Someone picked up a small bamboo stick from the pastry and gently put it into his mouth. The aroma that instantly filled his mouth made him nod frequently.

More and more people came forward, scrambling for the milk tea and cakes on the trays. In a short while, the trays in the hands of dozens of people were empty.

"Please don't crowd. The milk tea and cakes you just tasted are available in our store all year round. People who don't eat in the store can also buy them at this window. The price is reasonable. We have enough stock today. Everyone is welcome to buy."

The crowd who had just tasted it immediately swarmed to the window, and those who had not tasted it also followed suit and formed a long queue, imagining the rich aroma and how it would taste like when filling their mouths. The crowd was noisy, and Qingyin Lane instantly became lively.

"Everyone, Tianyi Restaurant offers lunch and dinner. The dishes are novel, and most of them are newly introduced dishes. They are sour, sweet, salty, spicy and fragrant, with rich and unique flavors. Within one month of opening, a new dish will be introduced every day and sold at half price. The restaurant is open to guests today. In order to wish a good start, every guest who comes to dine in the restaurant within three days will be given a cup of milk tea and a large cake for each table."

Before Qiao Mu finished speaking, a large part of the people in the queue swarmed into the restaurant and stood in the bright lobby, not knowing how to choose.

Qiumu turned around and went back to the lobby, standing on the high stage in the lobby. His joyful voice penetrated everyone's eardrums.

"The first floor is a semi-open small private room, with a total of fifty. Each private room can accommodate two to ten people, and the minimum consumption is ten taels of silver. The second floor is a small private room, with a total of fifty rooms, each private room can accommodate ten to twenty people, and the minimum consumption is twenty taels of silver. The third floor is a luxurious private room, with a total of thirty rooms, and the minimum consumption is fifty taels of silver. You can choose according to the number of people or needs of the meal."

"Ah! It's so expensive!"

“Isn’t this consumption too high?”

"Ten people usually eat a meal at other restaurants for only seven or eight taels."

“Is there a minimum consumption requirement if I come here alone?”

There were many questioning voices in the hall.

Qiao Mu did not comment on everyone's discussion. This new consumption model will definitely take some time to adapt to.

"The restaurant arranges music performances at two time periods at noon and two time points in the evening every day. You can watch the performances on the stage in any private room. At a specific time every month, we will also arrange interactions and lucky draws. I hope you will come often to support us."

The crowd's excited chatter gradually overwhelmed the doubts just now.

"In addition, there will be storytellers on site during the breaks between our singing and dancing performances. The content of the stories they tell is selected from the latest stories from the Yunshen Buzhichu Bookstore. The first show will be held today, which is the first chapter of the new book 'Mythical Journey to the West' that will be on sale at Yunshen Buzhichu tomorrow. Everyone is welcome to come and join us."

Wow!

The combination of enjoying the singing and dancing and listening to the books is well worth the price.

Moreover, this is a script that has not yet been publicly sold in Yunshen Buzhichu, so it is even more sought after.

Most of the people who come to Qingyin Lane today are the sons of officials of high rank. Some like delicious food, some like fun, some like lively atmosphere, and some like new ideas. Everyone of them is wealthy and pursues fashion.

Someone immediately recognized the young man on the stage and shouted "Master Yunshen" with admiration and passion in their eyes. At this time, they were overwhelmed by the strong interest and pulled groups of friends to grab a private room.

In half a cup of tea's time, every private room in the restaurant was full. Many people were still upset because they hesitated for a moment and didn't get a seat.

Qiao Mu struggled to extricate himself from the crowd.

Oh my god! He really admired Qian You's unexpected move. How could such a promotion not become a big hit?

The crowd settled down, and the bright kitchen suddenly became bustling with activity.

Men and women in gray-green and pink-white clothes were flying around like butterflies. Every dish that came to the table drew exclamations and excited comments from the people present. People looked at the pictures and texts on the menu and wished they could all be brought to the table to taste them, having long forgotten about the minimum consumption requirement.

Just after noon, a burst of intense gong and drum sounds from the high stage on the first floor attracted the attention of diners in every private room.

Eight women in red clothes and red shirts were beating eight gongs and drums heroically. The gongs and drums looked like war drums, but were smaller and more delicate than war drums.

The passionate drum beats formed a melody of their own, a tune that people had never heard before, and it instantly attracted the diners' vision and hearing. The restaurant was completely silent except for the music and the people serving the dishes.

When the drumbeats stopped, the eight women in red left the stage one by one. The people in the private rooms followed their movements and could not see their figures. They uttered bursts of praise and the restaurant was filled with thunderous applause.

A small round platform rises from the revolving stage. A young and handsome man seems to be playing the piano in mid-air. The sound is melodious and inspiring.

Four young ladies in white dresses danced gracefully in the audience, following the music of the piano. They looked like floating clouds, which was extremely beautiful.

People in the restaurant listened to the pleasant piano music, watched the graceful dancing, drank the rich milk tea, tasted the mellow wine, and ate the delicious dishes. They felt like they were in heaven, and their conversations and laughter were more elegant.

After the song, before the diners could see how the people on the stage left, colorful ribbons floated down from the sky, and a woman in a red skirt spun lightly in the air in the lobby, passing by the window of every private room, leaving behind a sweet smile, and flew away.

The woman landed on the revolving stage as the music played, and along with the peach petals falling from the air, all the diners stopped their chopsticks and watched.

Everyone was fascinated by the dance music they had never heard before, and they all sighed that the cost of the meal was totally worth it!

After the dance and music, a set of desks appeared on the stage.

A middle-aged man, with a shrewd gleam in his eyes, banged the gavel.

The restaurant was quiet as the storyteller began to tell the first chapter of "Mythical Journey to the West", immediately bringing everyone into a magical world.

Half an hour later, at the most exciting and fascinating part, the storyteller suddenly stopped.

"Listen carefully for the next chapter!"

As the gavel sounded again, the storyteller disappeared and everyone in the restaurant was filled with regret.

The restaurant is filled with soft music, accompanied by delicious aromas, giving people a dreamlike dining experience.

The reputation of Tianyi Restaurant exploded in Kyoto City in an instant as the crowds that were still reluctant to leave dispersed.

At dinner time that day, Qingyin Lane was crowded with carriages and people.