After listening to the storyteller's performance, Li Qing swayed his way to a restaurant.
The restaurant had been built along the river, located at the junction of the two largest tributaries in Yang Province City.
All manner of pleasure boats drifted across the river, while countless people flowed along both banks, presenting a scene of thriving prosperity.
This restaurant was called Qing River Restaurant, a three-story building constructed entirely from wood.
The building was exquisitely crafted, with carved railings and painted beams, coated in bright red lacquer that made it especially eye-catching amid the bustling district.
The moment Li Qing entered, he received an enthusiastic welcome. An attentive waiter hurried over, bowing and scraping as he said, "Young master, this way please. Which floor would you like?"
"The highest floor—the third. On the riverside."
"Right away! One table by the river on the third floor!"
Li Qing went up to the third floor. It was noon, and business at the restaurant was fairly good.
Quite a few well-dressed people had gathered on the third floor, drinking and making merry. The atmosphere was lively.
Led by the waiter, Li Qing arrived at a square table beside the river.
The waiter enthusiastically wiped down the table and said with a smile, "Please, honored guest!"
"What dishes would you like to order?"
Li Qing looked at him with a smile. "Bring me one serving of every specialty your restaurant is best known for."
As he spoke, he pulled out a silver ingot and set it on the table. It weighed a full ten taels.
At the sight of the silver, the waiter beamed with delight. He quickly took it, squeezed it hard, then bit it with his teeth.
After confirming that the silver was genuine, the waiter hastily said, "Please wait a moment,