The best girl traveled through time and took the system to escape.

Usually, even if there are no storytellers, the private room on the second floor is still very popular and there is no free time every day.

After Song Youliang finished speaking just now, many people came to book private rooms, and all the private rooms were booked at once.

Won’t there be no more people coming later?

Song Nan tried to persuade her, so they settled for the next best thing.

"There are no private rooms on the second floor, so please book me a seat in the lobby on the first floor. My young master wants a seat closer to the storyteller."

"My master is the same!"

"My house too!"

Song Nan added: "Sorry everyone, the lobby on the first floor is first come, first served, and reservations cannot be made in advance."

These words made these people extremely uncomfortable.

I remember when this hot pot restaurant first opened, they heard that reservations were required for the second floor but not for the first floor. They thought it would be very nice to eat on the second floor.

But now, the private rooms on the second floor are all booked, and they can only come to the first floor.

But boss Xiao Song also said that the private rooms on the first floor cannot be reserved!

This!

This!

How should they explain this when they go back? !

By the way, boss Xiao Song is the same. If he opens a hot pot restaurant, he will open a hot pot restaurant. Why should he be a storyteller like other people in teahouses and restaurants?

That’s all for storytelling, why not talk about martial arts stories, relationships between humans and ghosts, and heartless scholars?

What must I say about Stone Monkey?

He is still a stone monkey seeking immortality!

This is too strange!

No wonder my master and young master... I want to hear it, and I want it too!

Nope!

You have to seize the time to go back and talk about this, and then have someone watch at the door. When the storyteller comes out in the afternoon, go to the lobby on the first floor to get a seat!

In this way, I can follow the master and listen to the story of this stone monkey!

The crowd dispersed, leaving only the people in the lobby on the first floor still talking about the story of Journey to the West, each with their own opinions.

Only then did Song Nan take the time to go to the back kitchen and take a look at Song Youliang.

Seeing him chewing on a book, Song Nan didn't bother him.

She just said that Song Youliang had this talent!

How many days has it been?Just tell the stories from the first two chapters vividly!

If you learn another ventriloquist, wouldn't it be more immersive?

Song Nan remembered, however, that she had learned an article called "Ventriloquism" in middle school, in which ventriloquists used their teeth, lips, tongue, throat and other organs to imitate various sounds.

Isn't this similar to the modern dubbing industry?

But this ventriloquism is much better than dubbing, and there are very few people who can do it, so it’s hard to find...

Song Nan sighed when he thought of Song Youliang chewing books in the kitchen.

Even if he found it, he wouldn't have time to learn it.

Now Journey to the West has only been transcribed six times: The Supreme Lord dropped the diamond sleeve and hit Sun Wukong who was fighting Erlang Shen, when the Jade Emperor was about to execute Sun Wukong.

My handwriting was not very good, so I asked Song Youliang to copy it again.

As the old saying goes, "It is better to write once than to read ten times." Writing can deepen your memory more than reading.

Therefore, what Song Youliang is holding is the one he copied by his own hand, not the one transcribed by Song Nan.

"Miss Song, Madam asked me to ask if the private room she wants has been reserved?"

Song Nan looked up and saw Chuntao winking at him, smiled and nodded: "It's settled, you guys will come over at the end of the day."

Yesterday I asked someone to tell my second sister that I would come here in the afternoon to listen to books, but I forgot to set a time.

It seems that the second sister also heard about the storyteller in the morning and was worried that she would not have a private room, so she asked Chuntao to ask.

At the end of the day, from [-] to [-] p.m.

It was Song Nan who arranged Song Youliang's afternoon storytelling time.

As soon as the end of the day arrived, Song Youliang was drinking honey tea to soothe his throat in the kitchen.

When Song Dayou in front of him signaled that he could come in, he took his storybook and walked over to stand at the table that had been vacated for him.

"...Legend of a long, long time ago..."

Song Ying on the second floor, like everyone else, opened the door of the private room and listened to the sounds coming from below.

She ate and listened.

I was still secretly wondering when Song Nan would come over to eat with me.

"I think there is something missing in this private room on the second floor. If the door is closed, you can't hear the sound of storytelling below, but if the door is open, anyone walking by from outside can take a look inside."

Song Ying looked at Xia He Chuntao and Xia He Chuntao who were standing opposite him and said, "It would be nice if we could add a screen."

When he comes to eat hot pot and listen to stories in the future, he doesn't need Xia He and the others to hold the door for him.

Song Nan, who walked to the door, answered: "Second sister, what I want is exactly what I want!"

When Song Youliang was telling stories in the morning, he came up to take a look. Several private rooms had their doors open and were blocked by a row of people, while some private rooms had their doors ajar.

At that time, she thought about adding a screen to each private room, which could not only cover people eating hot pot, but also add a bit of elegance to the private room.

She looked at Song Ying with a smile: "I'll ask my second sister to help me find this screen."

"You know how to order people."

Song Ying gave her a roll of his eyes, and then pointed to the place next to him: "Hurry and deal with the two of them, we have to go down and cook hot pot ingredients for others later."

"Tell me about you. You don't have to fry the hot pot ingredients. You can just teach your subordinates how to make them. You go to the kitchen every day and you are all soaked in the flavor."

Song Nan chuckled: "Aren't I happy?"

This feeling of being needed by my own shop is satisfying.

When she gave Wanqingsi to Song Youliang to work on, she pretended to use shampoo every day.But since the family members went into the cellar to help pack shampoo, Song Nan found that she had no work to do!

Every time a shampoo bottle is delivered, I take a look at it when I get home, oh wow!

The bottle is full!

After asking, I found out that it was Fang Peilan who had nothing to do and went into her house and down to the cellar to install it.

During this time, the third sister-in-law, Liu Qiaoer, was out of confinement. She also felt fresh and went to pack shampoo together.

Song Nan asked them to rest, but they said they had no work to do and were flustered.

Song Nan: I’m panicking too!

However, she could not resist the two of them on her own, so she had to fill the medium-sized shampoo tank with wholesale shampoo every two days so that the two of them could fill it.

Her job was taken away, so she had to find a new job for herself.

No, there is only one person who cooks hot pot ingredients in a hot pot restaurant!Technology is also needed!Still need to keep it secret!

Doesn't this suit her?

But she didn't plan to do it for a long time, so she wanted to do it freshly.

When it feels stale, find someone in the shop to take over.

Of course, she has no plans to tell her family about this yet.

Because Song Nan knew that once she told her, her family would ask her to find someone to take over as soon as possible.

As if asking her to do some work was something heinous.

But Song Nan didn't know that since Song Hao was arrested that time, he told Song Youcai and Fang Peilan that he could see his great grandfather when he came back.

The two of them agreed that it was Nannan who used her own lifespan to do this.

Therefore, if they can't let Song Nan work, they won't let Song Nan work.

Don't ask them why they think so. The question is that Mrs. Song went to the Song family's dream to tell them so, except for Song Nan and the three youngest guys.

He also specifically told Song Hao that he could not tell anyone else about this matter, otherwise he and his sister-in-law would die.

Song Hao was so frightened that he couldn't sleep well for three days because he had only told his grandparents about it the day before!

Song Hao: (?○Д○)?I want to wash my hands!