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As time went on, Tommy's kitchen prospered, and even experienced gourmets traveled from other Louisiana cities to try the "new" Creole cuisine.

But soon, the restaurant ran into a trouble of some sort.

Roland's restaurant is located on the edge of the upper city and the lower city, and people of all colors live here.And her restaurant is not a high-end restaurant, and the price of the dishes is cheap, so the customers who come to the restaurant come from all occupations.

As for skin color——Roland received whites, blacks, Hispanics, Indian descendants, and mixed races every day.

At the end of the war, President Lincoln announced the emancipation of black slaves, directly declaring that the black slaves in the southern states were "free".As a result, "free" blacks are now everywhere on the streets of New Orleans.

There are even some whites who will take the "free" blacks, drive a carriage, and drive back and forth in the upper and lower urban areas of New Orleans, demonstrating the "freedom" granted to them by the federal government.

The bands that came to play in the diner were also "free" blacks who had escaped the old manor economy but could not find subsistence work in the city.Rather, they had learned musical instruments under the hands of tolerant white slave masters, and now they can make a living with this ability.

She and Pulissy, Mrs. Munro and Sister Nannie, they are all white and black configurations, but the white people regard the black people as their own family.Therefore, Roland never had any requirements on the skin color of the customers.

The customers never raised any objections to Roland's restaurant, until one day, a white diner who was said to have come here from Pennsylvania asked Roland: "How can you let white guests sit and eat with black people?"

One sentence made Roland a little confused.

Her restaurant has been open for nearly half a year, and no one has ever asked her this question.

Of course, this may also be because her restaurant has always entertained middle-class and lower-class urban residents: fishermen, craftsmen, hawkers, neighbors... everyone is either a person of color or a "poor white person". No "noble white person" will treat the diners around her Skin color takes issue.

And the Yankee from Pennsylvania in front of me, wearing a shirt and overalls, with shiny hair, enjoyed a large seafood platter by himself, turned to find Roland, and asked her: "Why does your restaurant let me A white customer, sitting and eating with black people?"

Roland looked up, and saw that in the restaurant that could accommodate twenty people to eat at the same time, there was only one young black man, who looked like a dock manager's attire, and was huddling in a corner, enjoying the delicious food without knowing it.

Roland looked down at the dinner plate that had been "mopped up" by the Yankees, and then at the cunning face of the other party, thinking: Got it, there must be a reason for eating the overlord's meal, right?

She calmed herself down first, and tried to say in the calmest tone: "But, sir, the dinner in your hand was served to you just now by a little black girl—you didn't feel anything wrong just now." Question, isn't it?"

Why is it acceptable for the former to sit in the same restaurant as the black man for the food delivered by the hands of the black man but not for the latter?

The Yankee was taken aback, as if he hadn't considered this question either.

He paused, pointed to the door, and said, "You didn't indicate outside the restaurant that you serve black people. I didn't know it at first, but I found out after I came in."

He looked at Prissy, who was huddled in a corner of the restaurant, and said, "These guys are naturally low-spirited. They can work for us, but they have to be equal to us...how can this be?"

In the corner of the room, the dining table was hit hard. Obviously, the dock manager heard the obvious discussion, and became angry and thumped the table.

Roland stretched out his hand, motioning for the kid to calm down and let her handle the matter.

"If I recall correctly, the black slaves were all freed. No matter the color of your skin, as long as you are human, you should have equal status, shouldn't you?"

"Yes, the blacks were liberated by you Yankees."

In the other corner of the restaurant, a Caucasian diner who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal interjected.

The southern states were turned upside down in this war for slavery and states' rights, and almost every family was hurt.

It turned out that a Yankee came to their place and expressed his reluctance to dine with colored people - which in itself was comical.

Unexpectedly, this Yankee said arrogantly: "The blacks were liberated, just to say that they are no longer slaves, but free people. But if you want to say that these low-spirited black guys have the same status as our white people, you are so wrong .”

After the Yankee finished speaking, he turned to ask a local white diner sitting near him.

"How can you bear this situation?"

The Caucasian diner was taken aback, spread his hands, and replied, "No way! The food here is too delicious, and you can't eat it anywhere else."

Sparse echoes echoed in the dining room.

"Who does he eat with? The most important thing here is that the food is delicious."

Yankee: This...

Roland pursed his lips tightly, looking at the situation in the restaurant.

She finally understood——

In this past war, the Northern Union gave blacks a free identity, but did not give them any equal rights;

Many good families in the Southern states treated the Negroes as members of the family without ever thinking of giving them liberty and status. 1

But the scene no longer allowed her to think about it.

The Yankee pushed the table with his hand, got up and said, "I've had enough of this meal."

——Overlord Meal, here we come!

Roland said with a straight face: "I really didn't specify in advance which guests the restaurant will receive. I didn't think carefully about it."

The Yankee lifted his head, knowing he was on the verge of success, with a smug look on his face.

"I don't want to charge you for the meal, but you have already eaten the whole dinner with a big appetite."

"Therefore, I will not refund the reservation fee you paid in advance, just to pay for your meal."

After Roland finished speaking, the other party suddenly remembered this: He also paid a seat reservation fee, which was equivalent to the meal price.

"Why don't you refund my reservation fee?"

The Yankees didn't expect Roland to act tough.

Roland said: "Because it's a reservation fee, it ensures that you walk in and have a seat. You didn't ask any questions when you entered the restaurant, of course I am entitled to it."

"This... this is cheating..."

The Yankee quibbled and seemed a little guilty.

"If you despise the supper that the Negro hands you, why do you eat it?"

Sister Nanni moved her strong body and appeared behind the door from the kitchen to the dining room.

The Negro mammy stared at the Yankee with staring eyes.

At this time, the dockmaster and several mixed-race vendors who were in the restaurant stood up and put pressure on the Yankee together.

"Hmph, just wait and see."

The Yankee slowly backed out of the restaurant with a look of unwillingness.Before leaving, she saw that the china on the table was pretty good, and she seemed to want to tear the tablecloth and drop all the tableware to the ground, but Mammy was nimble on her feet, and she snatched it up with a swift stride, and stopped in front of the Yankees——

"What bad idea are you still thinking about?"

Mammy spoke like thunder.

The Yankee faltered suddenly, and finally turned and went out cursing.

"There is always a way to stop your restaurant from opening!"

This was the last sentence Roland heard him drop.

"Everyone, please rest assured to eat!"

Roland assured the rest of the diners, "I won't let such clowns affect the business of the restaurant."

"Ma'am, if you encounter this kind of trouble again in the future, please call us for help."

At this moment, many people in the restaurant are regular customers or neighbors.Roland's restaurant has always provided the most delicious food at the most reasonable and cheap price, and no one would be happy if this restaurant was ruined.

Roland thanked them with a smile, but he was still somewhat depressed.

It's true that she doesn't have to worry about her business, but it may not be so easy to earn seat reservation fees from the pockets of rich and powerful diners in the future.

You know, most of those high-end restaurants in the upper part of New Orleans now have a sign on the door, stating that "only white people are served."Those so-called "high society" and "upstarts" are used to hang around such places.

Roland thought to himself: Forget it, the ideas don't match, and we won't make money even if we give it to us.

From the next day, she specially hung a signboard in front of the restaurant.

“Everyone can eat inside!”

Some diners from afar looked at the sign hanging in front of the restaurant, and asked curiously: "Does this restaurant serve everyone?"

After getting an affirmative answer, the diners all twitched their nostrils: "It smells good, it smells so good!"

The scent from the kitchen is mixed with the scent of vanilla and the deliciousness of aquatic products, it is too tempting to move.

People are looking forward to the dinner that will be served after the restaurant opens, as for who will dine under the same roof as themselves-this kind of question is completely out of the question.

The Yankee who deliberately found fault last time appeared twice again, standing at the door of the restaurant, looking for those well-dressed white gourmets, and "promoted" his last experience.

"Well, the chef came out and explained when we were queuing."

The diners seemed indifferent.

"Besides, it's hard to wait for the seat of this restaurant. I managed to book a seat today."

"The store said it wanted to entertain the neighbors—the price of this restaurant is so cheap, it's not a high-end restaurant in the first place, and we can't force others to do business, can we?"

"Ah, it smells so good——"

When the meal was approaching, the aroma from the kitchen wafted out, and no one was willing to leave.

The guy who deliberately tried to make trouble suddenly turned upside down, cursed and left, thinking about what kind of tricks could hurt "Tommy's kitchen" so that he could vent his anger.

Two weeks after the "Yankees" visited the restaurant.

Roland's restaurant once again ushered in the patrol inspection.

"Ma'am, what is this?" The young, good-natured patrolman retrieved from under her counter a large package wrapped in paper.

"I have no idea!"

Roland was also shocked, she turned to Prissy: "Prissy, what is this?"

The young black girl said carelessly: "It was given to you by an acquaintance. He told me to put it in your counter. You will be happy to receive it..."

"Wow!"

Not to mention Roland Gao's displeasure, the young patrolman was really happy to see this.

There was a light in his eyes: "Madam, in your restaurant, you... actually sell wine?"

"No no no..."

Roland quickly explained, "Did you hear what this kid said? This is not the wine I sell. My restaurant has always only sold sugarcane juice."

"This is the wine that someone deliberately deceived this child...I didn't know it was on my counter..."

"I'm sorry, ma'am,"

At this time, the patrolman put on a businesslike face, "As long as I find alcohol in your store, I have to report it to my superiors. This is my duty."

Roland was very depressed, and Prissy beside her was so frightened that she was about to cry.

"It's really not Madam who is selling wine!"

The little black girl let out a "wow" and sat down on the ground covering her face.

"Madam, to be honest, many people are jealous of your restaurant." The patrolman continued to explain to Roland, "If you are caught once and fined a little, even if you lose money and eliminate the disaster, we patrolmen will definitely let you go next time." You go..."

Roland: Damn, your words can only deceive ignorant girls at best.

But she also understood that the patrolmen might have been waiting to catch her wrongdoing—the last shotgun incident because she had a license and was rescued.This time she hit the gun squarely.

"I'll explain it to my superiors, and I'll tell you a few words of love, my beautiful lady!"

The patrolman bid farewell to Roland cheerfully, with an expression on his face that clearly said that he would exaggerate.

Roland let out a breath, and then turned to look at Prissy, who was crying and fell to the ground, but she couldn't curse, so she could only shake her head.

As it turned out, her sixth sense was right, and the cop must have advertised her restaurant as a bootleg den selling a hundred bottles a day—she received a sky-high ticket and ordered the restaurant to close for three days. God, as a punishment.

On this day, the restaurant had to hang a "0" signboard at the door, and was unable to open for business.

Roland was alone, sitting in the empty restaurant, with his arms folded in a daze.

She couldn't blame others for this matter, she could only blame herself, for not teaching Prissy well.

She thought: If Rhett was still in New Orleans, he would laugh at her.He would laugh at her for making such a low-level mistake, and laugh at her inability to deal with such a low-level trouble.

She bowed her head, burying her head between her arms.

She suddenly felt a little sore, she remembered that before Rhett left, he specially accompanied her to apply for a gun license, just to give her the ability to protect herself.

But she fell into this simple little thing.

Ruide probably didn't expect that she would encounter this type of difficulty—he gave her the ability to protect herself when her life was at stake, but she didn't think that she might not encounter life-threatening problems in this city...

Roland suddenly supported his head with a pair of arms, and said to himself:

"Stupid, you should think of it this way. The reason why Reid only helped me that far is because he believes that all problems that don't require the use of weapons can be resolved by me with confidence."

--Yes.

She was framed and received a sky-high fine.

But she still has the opportunity to appeal for herself.

The full bottle was indeed found in her store, but Pulissy pointed out who gave her the package.Roland also went to verify, and the other party clearly said that a man with a northern accent asked him to bring the things.

In addition, Roland found the address of a small wine store on the paper package wrapped in the bottle, and went there to inquire. The owner of the store was very impressed by the "Yankee" who bought the bottle, and remembered that the other party specially asked for two pieces of paper. Wrap this bottle tightly.

I can't just give up so easily——

Roland thought: If she is really a woman who can be defeated so easily, then she deserves to be looked down upon by Rhett.

So she put her hands on the table and raised her head.

"Mrs. Munro? Nurse?"

Roland looked at the person in front of him in surprise.

There was a creaking sound on the floor, and Sister Nannie and Mrs. Munro came downstairs together.

"Scarlett, don't worry, Wade has fallen asleep."

There was a gentle smile on Mrs. Munro's lips.She took care of little Wade on Roland's behalf, as if she had developed deep feelings for the child.

Sister Nanni, however, was still panting and angry, and blamed loudly: "It's all the Yankee's fault, that Yankee! How dare you take the idea of ​​the restaurant..."

"And you, Scarlett," Mrs. Munro looked at her with tears in her eyes, "my dear child, please forgive me for being selfish."

Roland didn't know why.

"I know you're reopening this restaurant for me, to make me feel better."

"Actually, I have gradually recovered during this period of time, but I have been reluctant to show that I have already recovered and woke up. I am afraid that you will leave us..."

Mrs. Munro suddenly took out a document and pushed it in front of Roland.

Roland took a closer look——

Ah, this... She just did a half-day mental training to overcome all difficulties and solve this problem.

But now—it seems that the problem is no longer a problem?