Qu Fulan suddenly took over the restaurant, and most of the people inside the "Zhaoying Building" were skeptical and unconvinced.
Even though Shi Yi conveyed the words of the Princely Heir, the vast majority still held a doubtful attitude.
The few who believed were just Manager Yu’s family; the others, led by Lianhua and her daughter, did not believe.
"How could the Princely Heir let a maid manage the restaurant? I fear it’s not the Heir having her co to help, but Shi Yi misunderstanding the intention?" Huang showed a very doubtful expression.
Shi Yi held his sword with a blank expression, "Whether I misunderstood or not is not for you to worry about; I will relay the ssage truthfully to the Heir and let him discern who misunderstood."
Huang’s expression changed in panic, and she quickly said, "No need to convey, I was just asking a question, not questioning the Heir’s intentions."
Lianhua, seeing her mother being rebuffed, felt annoyed inside, but she knew that Shi Yi was the guard by the Heir’s side, akin to the eunuch beside the emperor, and should not be easily offended.
"Shi Yi, don’t misunderstand. My mother was simply well-intentioned, worried that you might misunderstand and be blad by the Heir. Now that you say it’s right, then it’s definitely not wrong."
Though saying this, Lianhua still harbored resentnt in her heart over Qu Fulan’s involvent in the restaurant.
However, Qu Fulan didn’t need their cooperation; she hung a sign saying the restaurant was closed for business and shut the doors for renovation.
The Zhaoying Building had three sides that could operate.
Qu Fulan calculated it well, leaving the central area on the first floor for storytelling later on, and from this central position, the guests on all three sides could see.
Then the first and second floors were used for dining.
The third floor had other uses; she was inspired earlier by rock candy water and planned to use it on the third floor in the future.
Except for the larger renovation on the third floor, the other first and second floors had minor changes, still adhering to the ancient style; just the class was improved a bit and decorated to be sowhat different from other places.
Finally, she stood in front of the entrance, looking at the na plaque "Zhaoying Building," her mind in contemplation.
A good restaurant also needs a catchy na.
She wanted to rena "Zhaoying Building."
As for what to rena, at that mont, a poem by Li Bai suddenly flashed through her mind.
But she didn’t know who nad the restaurant; if it was so specially ritorious old soldier, then even if it was earthy, it couldn’t be easily changed.
If not, then it’s much easier.
Lianhua had been observing Qu Fulan, seeing her walk around the restaurant, making others move things here and there, even picky about where they lived, saying since there’s renovation going on, it should all match the style.
Lianhua had been unsatisfied for a long ti, and now seeing her staring at the na plaque, she knew she wanted to change it, so she couldn’t help but walk over and say, "This plaque was custom-made by the Old Marquis; Miss Fulan probably doesn’t have the authority to change it."
Qu Fulan was enlightened; if that’s the case, she probably couldn’t change it.
What a pity if she could’ve used Li Bai’s poem to na it; the class would be completely different.
But surely the Heir’s father wasn’t so casual when naming the restaurant?
The na "Zhaoying Building" was too earthy, both the character "Zhao" and "Ying" had straightforward guest attracting anings, very lacking in class, especially compared to "Tingya Building" directly opposite, it was quite a hard flaw.
However, she could only silently complain in her heart.
Lianhua saw that after speaking, Qu Fulan’s expression didn’t change, feeling dissatisfied, she couldn’t help but say again, "I’ve been ill these past two days and couldn’t serve the Heir when he ca over; fortunately, the Heir returning to the residence had Fulan sister around, otherwise it wouldn’t be reassuring. Though the Heir is busy with official duties, rarely seen, so Fulan sister must be quite at ease."
This address of "sister" made Qu Fulan get goosebumps. Clearly, Lianhua saw her as an imagined rival, yet she didn’t have the ti to entangle with the other side, only saying, "Being the Heir’s maid is indeed worry-free." After speaking, she summoned a worker to remodel so places at the entrance.
Lianhua saw Fulan addressing her question lightly without much response and turned her head to discuss with construction workers, feeling suffocated, she turned and left.
The whole day went by, and Qu Fulan had planned out the various parts of the restaurant without any dissatisfaction, except for the na plaque.
At night, she would try asking the Heir when he ca back, and if it could be changed, that would be great.
Perhaps due to thinking too much these days, her mind felt tired, and on the way back on the carriage, she wanted to sleep yet couldn’t.
Ultimately, it’s because her heart held too many things.
The matter of "Zhaoying Building" reopening after renovation she had confidence in success, but there were many things to worry about ensuring no mistakes at any link.
Otherwise, it would all be in vain, wasting all her plans, and she herself would lose value.
Later, it wouldn’t be easy to be around Heir Pei.
Moreover, the people in the restaurant were mostly difficult to manage and cooperate with managent; all of this depended on a grand opening success to convince others of her.
A leader who delivers results always finds it easier to manage those below.
People in the restaurant she’s currently interacted with weren’t many, stood out in impression were just Yinhua and Lianhua.
Lianhua didn’t need ntioning, obviously soone with "great ambitions."
And Yinhua?
Honestly, Qu Fulan didn’t like her either, couldn’t say why, perhaps so people just naturally had conflicting vibes.
Yinhua’s weakness and humility made her appear powerless.
The matter of changing the restaurant’s na hadn’t been communicated through Shi Yi, so things were better said in person.
But she did inquire if Shi Yi knew when the Heir might return.
Shi Yi claid he didn’t know but privately sent soone to ask.
Heir Pei returned late at 7 p.m., first visited the elderly matron, then returned to Lixiang Courtyard.
Qu Fulan heard the sound and ca out of the room asking for water to be brought for his bath.
Heir Pei’s tone had a hint of exhaustion, "I heard you have sothing for ?"
Qu Fulan knew he was tired and needed to bathe and rest early, so she didn’t waste words, helped him undress and said, "I just wanted to ask if the na ’Zhaoying Building’ could be changed? I think if altered, it would have a better effect, but if not, it doesn’t matter much."
Pei Ji’an rubbed his brow, and upon hearing, looked at her, "What do you want to change it to?"
This tone implied it could be changed?
Qu Fulan of course wouldn’t imdiately reveal the na, a na without a story told right away would be hard to convince soone.
If the first impression wasn’t good, being rejected would be tricky.
Thus Qu Fulan said.
"I once had a dream, in which there was such a Poetry Immortal nad Li Bai. He composed a five-word line poem, and I thought to borrow so of the words from it to na the restaurant."
Saying so, she brewed emotions, preparing to recite the poem with feeling.
Heir Pei said, "You decide."
Qu Fulan: "..." Her passion was stuck in her throat.
At least listen; she had done so much ntal preparation, various worries he’d disagree, but it turned out so straightforward?
It felt quite lacking in atmosphere and achievent.
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