Crazy Xiuxian, boundless magic power

The eight receptionists of Wenxiang Tower wore cheongsams designed by Chu Wen herself, showing off their graceful figures.

They politely bowed and greeted every customer, welcomed each table of customers from the door to their seats, and then handed them over to the table's dedicated waiter before bowing and leaving.

This makes all the guests look very classy and proud, and even the expensive prices on the menu seem very reasonable.

Chu Wen wanted to see the guests' reactions to the taste of the dishes and the flavor of the shaodaozi, so he stood behind the counter in the hall and greeted people cheerfully.

At this time, County Magistrate Zhao Dezhu walked into Wenxiang Tower with a sixty-year-old man.

Following behind him was Zhao Ziyan and four guards with swords.

The sixty-year-old man was attracted by the song of wine as soon as he entered the door.

He stood with his hands behind his back and watched. County Magistrate Zhao stood behind the old man with his hands lowered and bowed, appearing extremely respectful.

Zhao Ziyan saw Chu Wen standing behind the counter at a glance.

She, who had always been naughty and bold, did not even step forward to say hello. She stood respectfully behind the sixty-year-old man like her father, and just kept winking at Chu Wen.

Chu Wen smiled at Zhao Ziyan and waved at her.

When Zhao Ziyan saw Chu Wen saw her, she was so happy that she was about to wave, but when she glanced sideways she noticed that her father was staring at her, and her face turned red.

Zhao Dezhu got angry when he saw his daughter's shy look, and glared at the yellow-haired man behind the counter.

The sixty-year-old man couldn't help but smile after reading the poem under the guidance of the receptionist.

"Good, good saying, when life is good, you should enjoy it to the fullest, don't let the golden cup face the moon in vain, good saying, let me share my eternal sorrow with you, it seems that this Fengyin hermit has some taste."

"Dad, Master Feng Yin is standing behind the counter." Zhao Dezhu replied respectfully.

"Oh?" The sixty-year-old man looked towards the counter upon hearing that.

The store was too noisy and Chu Wen couldn't hear clearly what County Magistrate Zhao said.

When he saw Magistrate Zhao and his entourage looking at him, he quickly smiled and nodded, and waved his hand casually.

Zhao Dezhu cursed Chu Wen in his heart for not knowing etiquette, saying, "You didn't even come forward to greet me, the county magistrate?" and just nodded.

Nod your mother's head and come up and kneel down!

Even a bow is fine!

"Grandpa, what do you think of Brother Chu? Is he as handsome as I said?" Zhao Ziyan walked forward and took her grandfather's arm and said.

"Naughty."

As the sixty-year-old man spoke, he tapped Zhao Ziyan on the head with his hand.

"Sir, please come in. The fortune teller is on the third floor. Please follow me. Be careful of the slippery floor. Please pay attention to the stairs."

The receptionist did not know Magistrate Zhao. When she saw that the group had finished reading the poems, she extended her hand to invite them in and led the way upstairs.

Bu Suanzi was the name of the box reserved by County Magistrate Zhao.

Su Qiutong was greeting guests in the lobby when she turned around and saw County Magistrate Zhao coming, so she hurried over to greet him.

"Oh, Lord Zhao has come to visit us. Our little shop is so honored. Please go upstairs quickly. Xiaolian will take care of the other guests. I will come to receive Lord Zhao. Lord, please go upstairs. Lord, please go upstairs. You are coming, but you didn't even send someone to inform us first..."

Chu Wen found it amusing and thought that Sister Su had some potential to be a brothel owner.

As Zhao Ziyan walked up the stairs, she turned back and winked at Chu Wen, but ended up getting hit on the head by her father.

Entering the Bu Suanzi box, there is a poem written on the white wall in front of you:

"The waning moon hangs over the sparse toon tree, the clock stops and people begin to quiet down."

"Who has seen the lonely man walking alone, the misty shadow of a lone wild goose?"

"I woke up in shock and looked back, but no one noticed my hatred."

"He picked all the cold branches but refused to rest, the lonely sandbank was cold."

After reading it, the sixty-year-old man remained silent for a long time.

"Dad, this was also written by that hermit Feng Yin." Zhao Dezhu reminded in a low voice.

"You do have some ambition." The sixty-year-old man said as he sat in the main seat.

Su Qiutong asked the waiter to make tea while chatting with County Magistrate Zhao.

When the tea was served, Zhao Dezhu said to Su Qiutong:

"What is your relationship with that Feng Yin hermit? Why did he come to support your shop?"

"Mr. County Magistrate, you may not know that Mr. Fengyin is my younger brother of a different surname. We have burned incense and kowtowed to each other, and we are very close." Su Qiuting said with a smile while standing at the door.

Zhao Dezhu frowned when he heard this. Why would this kid steal buns when he has such a rich sister?

He thought for a moment and then asked, "Is Madam Su still short of money? Why would she start her own business?"

"Giggle."

Su Qiutong smiled before she spoke, "Well, once Lord Zhao has tasted our dishes and drinks, he will understand."

This aroused Zhao Dezhu's curiosity: "Oh? Then please, Madam Su, prepare a few of your specialties to help me solve this puzzle."

"Okay! Sir Zhao, please wait, I will go and help you arrange it."

Su Qiutong was about to go out when Zhao Dezhu stopped her.

"Madam Su, wait a moment. After we have dinner, call Chu Wen over. I have something to ask him."

"Okay, Lord Zhao, please wait a moment. I will be there soon."

After Su Qiutong walked away, Zhao Dezhu said to the sixty-year-old man:

"Dad, this is why I don't understand this man. He is just a scholar, why does he associate with merchants and even personally stand on the stage to welcome guests? How can this be considered decent? If he is short of money, a piece of his calligraphy and painting is worth a thousand gold coins, why does he lower his status?"

"Pedantism."

The sixty-year-old man put down the thin porcelain teacup and said, "Only the most sages can share the world's body and things. It's just that you haven't reached that level yet."

These words left Zhao Dezhu speechless. He didn't expect that his father would describe Chu Wen as a "sage".

This evaluation was really too high, and Zhao Dezhu couldn't help but feel dissatisfied.

"Father, what about him allowing his servants to commit fraud and instigating Zi Yan to steal?"

When Zhao Ziyan heard this, she immediately hugged the old man's arm and argued:

"Grandpa, don't listen to Daddy's nonsense. Big Brother Chu just stole a few buns, and Big Brother Chu didn't instigate me to steal things. I wanted to be locked up with Big Brother Chu, so I went to steal on my own."

"you!"

When Zhao Dezhu heard this, his beard trembled with anger.

"What do you mean by 'you'? You are a good father, but you only know how to be mean. Zi Yan is not obedient, but you lock her up at home all day. I think you are petty and afraid that Zi Yan will run away with someone..."

The sixty-year-old man touched Zi Yan's hand and scolded Zhao Dezhu.

Zi Yan smiled happily when she heard this. She stood up and walked behind the sixty-year-old man, happily massaging his shoulders and sticking out her tongue at the old man from time to time.

Zhao Dezhu was so angry that smoke came out of his head, but he didn't dare to get angry.

"Dad, you don't know Chu Wen. Oh! What can I say! Oh!"

Sun Shangwu once told Zhao Dezhu that Chu Wen was well versed in the art of sex and had many different skills.

But he really couldn't say this in front of his father and daughter, and he sighed anxiously.

Seeing Zhao Dezhu's angry face, the sixty-year-old man scolded:

"When judging a person, you can't just look at his deeds, you have to look at his character. How could a scoundrel write those four lines of Feng Yin? You talk about etiquette and morality all day long, but you don't seem to have done much!"

Seeing that his father was angry, Zhao Dezhu quickly softened his expression and nodded his head to say yes.

Deng Li is too thin to support the short shirt designed by Chu Wen