Stealing Fish

Bian Chunchou held up one finger. "My hot pot restaurant still lacks a loud, catchy name."

Chen Zui boldly spoke up. "Can't we just call it a hot pot restaurant?"

"Of course not! That would ruin the rules of the trade. If a pastry shop were simply called a pastry shop, wouldn't that be taking advantage of all the other shops? And this is such a rare chance—I need a name thunderous enough to deafen the ears!" It was precisely because Boss Bian wanted everything that the restaurant's name had yet to be decided.

"Wen Xu-Xu, you've studied. Help me think of one."

Wen Xu smiled. "If you use it, you'll have to pay me a writing fee."

"Pay, pay, pay—I'll give you a big one!" Bian Chunchou leaned closer. "So, do you have any auspicious names?"

"That depends on what you want. If you want elegance, naturally you should draw from poetry. But if you want something common, it must be so earthy that people could never forget it once they heard it. And if you want something appreciated by both refined and common tastes, then why not..."

"Why not what?" "Why not call it Shared Soup Tavern."

Bian Chunchou blinked. "Which 'shang'?"

Wen Xu wrote the character for soup in the air. "This one."

"...It resembles the idea in both form and meaning. It's good, but it somehow feels... not very sanitary. And it sounds more like the name of a bathhouse." Clearly, Boss Bian suffered from the common ailment of clients everywhere. "But I really like the concept of sharing and enjoying together. What do I do?"

Wen Xu asked, "Does the tavern sell alcohol?"

"Not before today, but after today, it will! We'll sell it—sell it like mad!"

"Then how about replacing the soup character