I open a restaurant in Xiujie

In the spring season, the fairy gate is wide open.

It started when the grass was growing and the yings were flying, and finally when the peach blossoms were young. In the next few months, all the sects in the Qixia Realm will recruit disciples from the outside world. At night, he jumped over the dragon gate and stepped into the ranks of monks who are high above.

Therefore, March every year is also called "Longmen Moon" by the folks.

At this moment, the sun is westward, and the Xianyuan Teahouse in Luoshui Town is full of seats.

The newcomers didn't even bother to drink their saliva, so they yelled at the people who came earlier in the corner: "Have you heard, the third son of the Zhao family has been pampered by an immortal!"

The person in the corner was thin and thin, with a snow-white bamboo hat covering his face, holding a teacup silently, without saying a word.

Ripples swayed in the cup.

He didn't answer, but someone from the east laughed and said, "What's that? A few years ago, the Bai family's doll was just born and was still breastfeeding in his mother's arms, when a group of fairy elders came to snatch it. To recruit disciples, everyone was fighting with red faces, and the scene was truly spectacular."

"No matter how spectacular it is, can it be compared to when the youngest son of the Yu family climbed the Heavenly Gate?"

As soon as these words came out, there was a rare moment of silence in the teahouse.

The chatterers looked at each other for a moment, smiled wryly and shook their heads.

Can't compare, can't compare.

Although more than ten years have passed, they still remember that day clearly.

The green hill trembled, the sky cracked, and the brilliance swayed across the head. A towering golden step spread from below the sun, and landed in front of a seven or eight-year-old boy, inviting him to climb the steps and ascend to the sky.

"That's something you're born with..." Someone sighed softly.

He opened his eyes right after he was born, his black eyes seemed to be sprinkled with broken diamonds, his lips were red and his teeth were white, he was prettier than any other newborn, he didn't cry or make trouble, he laughed whenever he met anyone, even when he ran into a fairy elder, he tugged at his cloud sleeves. Let it go, babbling and rubbing against people's arms.

Later, he was even more intelligent. He could read and write at the age of three or two. The young and the young are sad", this Su Hui finally touched the Xuanxian sect, ignored the child's aptitude, and made an exception to accept him as a disciple in the sect.

"You don't understand," someone next to him said enthusiastically, "The monks call this a natural vision, and people with great luck are like this, and they will become great talents in the future."

Everyone nodded.

Seeing such a scene, the man in the corner quietly clenched his fingers, almost crushing the porcelain cup.

His hands are beautiful, slender and beautiful. Against the backdrop of celadon, his slender wrists are as white as frost and snow.

As if he couldn't sit still anymore, he raised his hand and called out, "Xiaoer, pay the bill."

The voice is the bright and smooth timbre unique to young people, clear and shallow, like pearls falling on a jade plate.

The little errand ran over, smiling all over his face: "Guest officer, sincerity is ten taels of silver."

"So expensive?"

"For this price, we use the rhizome of Yinyuecao to stir-fry tea, and the fruit of Linglan to make dishes. Those are all fairy spirits, and you can't find them in ordinary shops."

"But your silver moon grass and spirit fruit are fake."

"!!!" The waiter's eyes widened, "Guest officer, you can't talk nonsense! Our teahouse is guaranteed by Immortal Mu Han. Could it be that he, as a foundation cultivator, will lie to you for a few small money?"

"...a mere Foundation Establishment." The young man wearing a hat said softly.

Although the voice is soft, the understatement in the words is strong, with a bit of indifference and aloofness, as if the foundation is nothing more than an ant in his eyes.

The waiter heard clearly.

He took a deep breath, raised his hand and pointed at the bridge of the young man's nose: "Okay, I think you're not here for tea, you're here to make trouble! Just wait, Immortal Mu Han is in the shop right now, I'll invite him out Confront you!"

The hand was raised too hard, and the white veil on the boy's face was lifted.

The people in the teahouse suddenly felt a blur in front of their eyes—a sharp and delicate jaw was exposed under the bamboo hat, the neck was as white as a gleam of light, and the clear and beautiful black eyes flashed, and the eyes seemed to be sprinkled with diamonds.

The tea drinkers were also shocked.

Where can such a good-looking person come from Luoshui Town? Could it be that he is also a monk?

Two monks confront each other...

So exciting!

The tea-eating crowd immediately became interested, and they stopped talking about "Longmen Moon", and sat on the small benches together to watch the fun.

The boy in the bamboo hat stood up.

The boy in the bamboo hat came out from behind his seat.

He raised his hand to straighten the bamboo hat, his posture was like flowing clouds and flowing water, his white clothes were spotless, his black hair was fluttering in the breeze, just standing, it reminded people of the immortal on the top of the peak, the height is too cold.

This naturally exuding personality shocked the melon-eaters. Some people raised their heads obsessively, with two or three pieces of tea dregs hanging from their lips, and murmured: "Immortal, Immortal..."

Xianchang is so young.

Fairy is so beautiful.

The way she walks is beautiful, the way she raises her hands is beautiful, and the way she bends down is so refined... Eh?

A moment later, the shop waiter bowed his head and invited a middle-aged man out from the back hall.

The middle-aged man was surrounded by aura, and his face was gloomy: "Where did you say that troublemaker?"

The waiter hurriedly pointed to the corner: "Where are... people?"

The whole hall was silent.

The people who eat melons have delicate eyes and complex expressions: "...the person is gone."

"Just left."

"Go through the back door."

"Sneak fast."

……

The sky was full of sunset, and Yu Xiaotan, wearing a bamboo hat, was galloping in the narrow alley.

After running two streets, he stopped panting slightly, glanced back with lingering fear, to confirm that no one was following, and let out a long breath.

"Good guy," the young man was annoyed, "Is there really a foundation building hidden in his store?"

Pausing for a moment, he took another sip: "They're all foundation-builder monks, and they're still stealing money from the common people. It's shameless."

But after thinking for a moment, Yu Xiaotan found helplessly that he was unable to sanction that black shop.

Immortal Master Mu Han is surrounded by spiritual light, which is a very powerful performance in the eyes of the common people.

Although Yu Xiaotan is well-informed and understands that it is actually a sign of relying on the power of medicine to break through, the foundation is unstable, and no matter how difficult it is to fall behind, but...

He can't beat it.

He couldn't even defeat such a middle-aged waste who could only rely on drugs to build his foundation.

They built the foundation anyway, but he, Yu Xiaotan, is a good-for-nothing among good-for-nothings. He has practiced for ten years without making any progress, and no amount of elixir can break through the barrier between heaven and man. He spent more than ten years on the mountain and was finally kicked out. Zongmen.

How glorious it is when you climb to the gate of heaven, but how miserable you are when you leave in despair.

People in the world don't know that the "Dragon Gate Moon" that they look forward to every March is actually the day when the major sects expel abandoned disciples. Those disciples with low aptitude and unusable talents will be sent home on this day. This life has nothing to do with practice.

But the folks only heard the newcomers laughing.

Where did you hear the old man cry?

The poor "old man" Yu Xiaotan walked around the familiar and unfamiliar streets a few times, until the dusk moved westward, and finally walked towards the northwest of the town.

When he first came to this world of cultivating immortals, his home was there.

Not bad, Yu Xiaotan tried hard to comfort himself, he was an orphan in his previous life, he was alone, empty-handed, his family in this world at least had a restaurant and a manor, he could be regarded as inheriting a wealth of wealth.

Moreover, Yu Xiaotan knew that he had transmigrated into a fantasy novel, and he still had some impressions of the major events in the novel, so he knew where to avoid and who not to mess with.

Thinking of this, the young man felt a bit of bitterness in his heart.

When he first traveled through time, he was proud and arrogant, thinking that he was the hero of the book, and he was full of ambitions to do something big.But now ten years have passed, and Yu Xiaotan's road of cultivating immortality has been stuck to death by his poor aptitude. Coax a group of ignorant mortals.

Forget it, forget it.

If you fail to practice, just go home and be a rich man in peace.

A lifetime of abundance, peace and joy.

Not bad.

Going around a few bends along the path, Yu Xiaotan remembered that his manor was just ahead.

But a moment later, what appeared in front of his eyes was a dilapidated wooden house——

Small and crude, the thatched roof trembled under the strong wind.

There is a wooden pole next to it, and a rag full of holes is hung on it. The word "shop" on it is helplessly falling in the bitter wind and rain, like a rootless duckweed.

Yu Xiaotan's pretendingly free and easy smile suddenly froze on his face.

... Where is my manor?

How about such a large, such a large manor?

……

The estate is gone.

The restaurants are gone.

Wan Guan's wealth is gone.

Ruyun's servant is gone.

The only old man who was left ushered Yu Xiaotan into the door tremblingly, and coughed uncontrollably: "Young master, you can count yourself back, cough, cough cough... Are you tired all the way down the mountain? Are you hungry, master? Half a catty of potatoes, I will stew, stew, stew for the young master..."

"Hey don't!"

Yu Xiaotan hurriedly helped him up, smiled wryly and said, "Don't wait, I'll do it myself."

The old man in front of him looked like he was osteoporotic, and he felt like he was about to fall apart after walking a few steps, Yu Xiaotan didn't dare to order him back and forth.

But before cooking, Yu Xiaotan still wanted to ask about the situation at home: "Uncle Wang, where is my father?"

"I went to Yunzhou and never came back."

The old man coughed softly, his face pale: "A few years ago, there were still letters, but gradually, gradually, there was no news. I wanted to look for it, but this old bone is not used..."

Good guy.

Yu Xiaotan thought desperately, Yunzhou, that is the territory where the protagonist of the original text is located, and it was very bloody, and if his whereabouts were unknown in Yunzhou, wouldn't it mean that there were no bones left.

"Why is our Yu family ruined like this?"

The old man hesitated for a moment, then sighed: "It's...it's my fault. I didn't manage well, the manor couldn't make ends meet, and I was forced by the world. No, I had to sell some."

"Forced by the world?" Yu Xiaotan keenly grasped the key words.

"The Bai family has become very powerful in recent years, and they have taken a fancy to our manor..."

Understood.

Yu Xiaotan felt bitter. Just now, someone in the Black Heart Teahouse also mentioned that the Bai family gave birth to a young son with outstanding qualifications.

"Don't be afraid, young master, I always, always saved a little bit for the young master."

The old man staggered on crutches, moved half a meter away for a long time, rummaged under the table, and found a crumpled piece of paper: "Look, young master, this is the land deed."

Yu Xiaotan was a little surprised: "Let me see, what title deed?"

The old man raised his finger and pointed: "The title deed of this small restaurant."

Yu Xiaotan: "..."

He glanced upwards along the old man's fingers, and saw that the wooden beams were ruined, the window sills were cramped, and there were several holes in the roof.

Yu Xiaotan said dryly: "Old man, no, why don't we take a look at the half catty of potatoes first?"

……

There were two or three dusty potatoes scattered in the corner of the wall, each no bigger than a fist, barely enough for half a meal for a grown man.

Including the crumpled paper in the old man's hand and half a tael of silver in Yu Xiaotan's arms, this is their entire net worth.

Squatting in the corner, the sourness and depression flooded in like a tide, almost submerging Yu Xiaotan.

The young man grabbed the potato with his hand, thinking bitterly, at least the starch content in the potato is sufficient, making it more filling than other foods?

The moment his fingertips touched the potatoes—

[Drip, a self-owned restaurant was detected, with a few ingredients, the minimum activation conditions were met, and the system was successfully bound]

[Hello host, Almighty Management System is honored to serve you. 】

[Let's go hand in hand to create the most famous restaurant in Qixia world! 】

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Open the article!Happy Children's Day to all the little cuties, keep your childlike innocence forever!

This time I’m running a farming stream, cool text + food, of course the emotional stream will not be left behind, I have saved a lot of manuscripts, feel at ease, trust me XD