Chapter 29 The Gentleman in Blue Robes
The waiter, who had worked in the tavern for twenty years, thought to himself that the young master clearly didn’t like fish.
It was rare to see someone in the fish-abundant Chentang Pass who wrinkled their brow just at the mention of fish.
The waiter raised his voice toward the kitchen and shouted, "A pound of yellow wine, a plate of edamame, a plate of stewed peanuts, a plate of pickles, a bowl of hot soup! Guest, please wait—"
After a while, when the yellow wine arrived and the side dishes were placed, the young man in the blue robe picked up the chopsticks, took a couple of sips of wine, and his brows furrowed even more.
He occasionally drank half a sip of wine and ate a bite or two of the dishes; he occupied a table in this bustling small tavern for an entire afternoon. If he didn’t have a Seven-star Treasure Sword hanging from his waist, the shopkeeper would have long thrown him out in anger.
The moment Mr. Fan’s ox cart appeared at the end of the long street, the shopkeeper shot a glance, and the waiter immediately rushed to the table, smiling, and said, "Young Master, I think you’ve had enough wine and food. That elder sitting in the ox cart over there is Mr. Fan from the neighboring Calligraphy and Painting Pavilion."
The young man in the blue robe turned to look, lowered his eyebrows, slammed a large gold ingot onto the table, and without turning back, left immediately.
The waiter was startled; the plump shopkeeper who had been pretending to do accounts while keeping an eye on this side reacted quickly. He rushed over to the table in two steps, picked up the gold ingot, bit it twice to confirm it was real, and once again exclamations echoed throughout the store.
Such a large gold ingot could not only pay for occupying a table and eating for an afternoon but was more than enough to buy the whole shop.
The tavern, whose conversations had just calmed down, immediately focused back on this mysterious source of wealth.