Capítulo 1847: 088, The Maid Who Stole Jewelry
After sending Cheng Haoxuan and Tian Xuan off, Lin Yuan brought Shui Xian and Yin Xing to Idle Tea House.
As soon as they entered, they could hear the guests in the main hall clapping enthusiastically.
Lin Yuan couldn’t help but smile slightly, glanced at Da Ye, who was energetically telling a story, and nodded approvingly.
Today’s “Journey to the West” had already reached the part where they sneak the Ginseng fruit. In yesterday’s story, the three brothers, including Wukong, had already tasted the much-desired Ginseng fruit. Today’s story was about Wukong seeking redies everywhere to save the fruit tree.
Let’s not talk about anything else for now, just that Ginseng fruit alone. This handso little fruit that looks so much like a human figure was instantly loved by everyone upon its appearance.
Originally, Lin Yuan also planned to make a little fruit or snack shaped like a person to satisfy the guests’ fad-following ntality, but after much thought, she felt it was inappropriate.
Just like Monk Tangseng in the story, most Dayong citizens still believe that eating such things would incur divine punishnt.
Fortunately, Lin Yuan was quick-witted enough to modify the human-shaped fruit a bit, turning it into a snack shaped like a small gourd, and then symbolically writing three words on it, “Ginseng fruit.”
This seemingly makeshift item was unexpectedly still wildly popular among the citizens, selling exceptionally well.
Lin Yuan led Shui Xian and Yin Xing all the way up to the third floor, their ears filled with interest and praise for the Ginseng fruit. The most ntioned topic was “Monk Tangseng’s at.”
Speaking of Monk Tangseng’s at, Lin Yuan’s smile couldn’t be contained.
She rembered that when she was a child, she ate the most of Monk Tangseng’s at. Back then, she used to joke with her friends, saying that the monsters in “Journey to the West” struggled to get Monk Tangseng’s at, yet she could eat several bags of it every day, feeling truly blessed.
There were also friends who would hold up Monk Tangseng’s at, happily shouting while eating: “I ate Monk Tangseng’s at, I ate Monk Tangseng’s at, I can beco immortal!”
This so-called Monk Tangseng’s at was actually just common spicy strips.
Previously in Rice Flower Fragrance at Zhuma Town, Lin Yuan had made spicy strips to sell. Although there was no Monk Tangseng’s at nor “Journey to the West,” the spicy strips were still popular among the guests.
But eating too much of those spicy strips could easily cause inflammation, so Lin Yuan couldn’t have them often when she was little.
Indeed, just as she was heading upstairs, she encountered a mother scolding her greedy son, forbidding him from eating more Monk Tangseng’s at.
But what the child said caused everyone around to burst into laughter.
He said, “Mom, I’m eating Monk Tangseng’s at which makes immortal. I’ve already beco immortal, can I still get inflad or have mouth sores? Tang Monk is so amazing; eating his at cures all ailnts. Mom, eat it too!”
The young mother was amused by her son’s words. The little child didn’t know that the scenes in the story were fictional, but she, as an adult, certainly did.
However, hearing her child so earnestly persuade her to eat the Monk Tangseng’s at which supposedly would bring longevity and cure diseases, she warmly took a bite of the spicy strip in his hand, causing the child to clap joyously, proclaiming his mother could live a long life and beco immortal!
Lin Yuan was touched by the small happiness between the mother and child, causing her to slow her pace involuntarily. Thinking about her own family, parents, and siblings, her face radiated with a smile and happiness warr than the winter sun.
As she was pondering, Madam Ming had already followed up with Xiao Huan. Lin Yuan had asked Yin Xing to call Madam Ming over.
Seeing them, Lin Yuan imdiately put away her smile, leaving Madam Ming puzzled but more cautiously following behind her, quickly pondering if there were any aspects of her recent tasks that were not handled well, which might have upset the boss.
They arrived at the account room on the third floor—a room that Lin Yuan had set aside in Idle Tea House, similar in function to the elegant room on the Second Floor of the Dongtian. She usually used this room to check accounts or contemplate the future developnt of Idle Tea House.
Upon entering the room, Lin Yuan sat silently in the chair.
Madam Ming cautiously glanced at her expressions, anxious in heart, but maintaining calm on the surface.
Seeing Lin Yuan remain silent for a long ti, Madam Ming finally stepped forward and asked, “Boss, did you call us over for sothing?”
“Indeed, there is sothing.”
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