He had eaten Yinglai Restaurant's signature Sauce-Fragrant Seven-Colored Beef.
He had drunk Ten-Flavor Brew.
He had watched a comedy of mortal life.
Thoroughly satisfied, Li Yue looked at the waiter with a smile.
"Go and ask your manager."
"Could I pay for this table's meal with a piece of calligraphy?"
"I am a wanderer of the mortal world. I do not put brush to paper lightly."
The waiter froze.
The two gentlemen beside him, still arguing over who should pay, suddenly brightened. That was an option?
Calligraphy?
They could write, too!
The waiter said with a smile,
"Honored guest, this is the capital of our Great Zhen, the foremost city under heaven. Countless scholars come here every year."
"And Yinglai Restaurant has something of a reputation, so naturally, many scholars dine here."
"If everyone could settle their bill with a piece of calligraphy, our proprietor would probably lose everything."
"Still, I will pass your request along to the manager."
With that, he immediately left.
Li Yue smiled.
Sometimes, fate was just that marvelous.
A single shift of thought, and two entirely different paths lay ahead.
A moment later.
The portly manager approached, his face wreathed in smiles. He studied Li Yue, but despite having appraised countless people, he found that he could not see through this young gentleman at all.
The young man's bearing was too unusual. Of all the countless people he had met, none had possessed such an air.
"Honored guest, you wish to settle this table's bill with calligraphy?"
"That would be my good fortune."
He immediately bowed to Li Yue and spoke with a smile.
The meal did not cost much.
He would gladly accept a piece of calligraphy from someone with such an extraordinary bearing.
"Good fortune?"
"I have bestowed good fortune on many people