C21 Drunken Spring Restaurant

Yeah, I think you just want to quit.

Li Xin wanted to say this, but in the end, he did not say it out loud. Instead, he looked at Chen Xiaolan meaningfully. Even Little Bell couldn't help but reveal a slightly guilty expression upon hearing Chen Youlan's words.

Last time when Chen Xiaolan and Li Xin were competing, she was present. She had personally witnessed how badly her young mistress had lost. No matter how naïve and naive she was, she knew that the answer should be no as to whether or not Chen Xiaolan would still take the initiative to restart the sealed bet in her lifetime.

"Aiya, one yard is one yard anyway." Chen Xiaolan forcefully cut off the topic of the previous bet.

Li Xin raised his eyebrows but didn't say anything. There was no other way. As a girl, she definitely had to give in.

Chen Yulan continued, "Three days from now will be the Double Seventh Festival. The Drunken Spring Pavilion is going to hold a large poetry meet. If I win, my Chen family will give you a hundred and fifty percent. If I lose, I will lose 15%. I will even help you meet my sister.

Li Xin finally understood what Chen Xiaolan was planning. She knew that she would never lose to Li Xin in poetry, which was why she was so generous in selling herself as bait. She knew that when Li Xin first heard that his fiancee was ugly, it was very difficult for him to refuse to see the other party's true appearance with his own eyes.

In her opinion, as long as Li Xin agreed to compete with her in poetry, she definitely wouldn't lose. At that time, he would be able to earn an extra fifty percent without spending a single cent. He had to admit that if Li Xin was the same Li Xin as before, this would have been a good plan.

Unfortunately, Li Xin, who was standing in front of Chen Xiaolan, had been reborn.

"Alright, I agree. Let's do it this way. " Li Xin smiled innocently as if he had been tricked and was happily counting the money.

This girl must be overjoyed, right? I don't know how to make me stupid. Li Xin could not help but think this in his heart as he looked at Chen Youlan's lively eyes. He suddenly looked forward to see what kind of expression Chen Youlan would have when she saw him composing a poem with a brush.

With the discussion settled, Chen Xiaolan didn't linger and left the Residence of Chu with Little Bell.

Watching the two leave, Li Xin's expression gradually turned cunning. He softly muttered twice, "Qixi, Qixi, he, he invited me to go with him for Valentine's Day so early in the morning?" Well, actually Li Xin was just joking around. He was well aware that the Double Seventh Festival had not been given the meaning of Valentine's Day as it had been given in later generations, just as St. Valentine's Day in the West had not been a popular Valentine's Day at first.

As Li Xin hummed a song, he slowly returned to the back hall. He wanted to see what Cheng Pimu and Qin Huaiyu were doing, but he did not expect that the kitchen was already empty. According to the chef, not long after Li Xin left, the two of them each took two bottles of wine and left through the back door.

In fact, as soon as Li Xin left, Cheng Pai Mo and Qin Huaiyu looked at each other and started to search through the kitchen in tacit understanding. They wanted to see if Li Xin had any hidden wine, so they planned to split the loot. They didn't expect to get nothing in the end so they left in disappointment.

Looking at the kitchen in front of him that seemed to have been frequented by a hundred robbers, Li Xin didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He could only curse at these two scum.

Three days passed by quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was the seventh night of the year.

Seventh-Day Festival, also known as the Seventh-Day Festival, the Female Festival, the Day of Begging, etc., is a traditional festival of Chinese folk, evolved from the worship of the stars, and is the seventh sister's birthday in the traditional sense. Since the worship of the Seventh Sister was held at the seventh day of the seventh month, it was named the "Seventh-Day Festival". On this day, girls from every family would pay respects to Seventh Sister, pray for blessings, beg for craftsmanship, sit down to watch the movie, pray for marriage, and save water. This was a traditional custom of the Double Seventh Festival.

The scholars, on the other hand, liked to use this reason to gather together for a feast, write poems together, drink wine together, and so on.

Although Li Xin was not interested in scholarly scholars, he still came to the east side of the city to visit the Drunken Spring Restaurant with Qin Huaiyu on account of the agreement he had with Chen Xiaolan. As for Cheng Jiang being silent, for a completely coarse person like him, he had always scoffed at the poetry meet and other activities. Therefore, he did not come.

Strangely, although she came from a martial arts family, Qin Huaiyu surprisingly liked to read books and recite poems. Li Xin always felt that this was perhaps a manifestation of a gene mutation. Although from the outside, Qin Huaiyu was tall and sturdy, almost no different from his father, Qin Qiong. People always felt that this fellow was suitable for killing and arson martial artists.

It was impossible for Li Xin to tell Qin Huaiyu about such inner workings. After all, he did not want to be strangled to death on the spot by Qin Huaiyu.

Both of them were dressed in scholarly robes and looked refined. When they arrived at the Drunken Spring Pavilion, they were welcomed by the waiter. He had already received orders that tonight, anyone who looked like a scholar could be invited to the Intoxicated Spring Pavilion for a glass of wine.

The main part of the building was an embroidered wooden structure. The interior was also well decorated and very elegant. One could tell that it was a very attractive place for literary people to visit. Today, there was going to be a great fanfare in the Seventh Festival, but in essence, it was all for the sake of making a name for itself.

Scholars drank wine and wrote poems here, enjoying their banquets. Drunken Spring Pavilion, on the other hand, gained the fame brought about by the poem. If there really happened to be a poem that was enough to pass down, the name 'Drunken Spring Pavilion' might even become famous along with the poem and become a resort for the literary people. At that time, its business would naturally reach a whole new level. After all, the Tang Dynasty's literati were the main consumers in places like restaurants.

Li Xin and Qin Huaiyu sat down in a private seat and casually surveyed their surroundings. The attentive waiter immediately brought out two cups of wine and said, "Tonight at the Seventh Festival, my manager will treat you all to a cup of water and wine. May you all achieve great success in the future and a bright future!"

Qin Huaiyu politely smiled and took the wine from the waiter. She casually put it aside and ordered two pots of tea and a few side dishes. After drinking the second pot of wine, he felt like he was drinking water so he decided not to drink anymore.

Li Xin had no obsession with alcohol, so tea and wine were of no concern to him. As the two ate and chatted, Li Xin would occasionally look around in search of those two familiar figures.