yournovel Chapter 266 I didn't bring shame to my sect!
Chapter 266 I didn't bring shame to my sect!
Chapter 266 I didn't bring shame to my sect!
A gentle breeze swept by, swaying the lush camphor trees and making a rustling sound. At the same time, Lin Yourong's skirt fluttered slightly.
After a brief phone conversation, she put the phone down from her ear, released her grip on Yu Huan's waist, and withdrew her foot from his shoe.
She lowered her head slightly, her gaze sweeping over his shoes.
After confirming that no dirt had been left behind, and seeing him rubbing his lower back in pain, I let out a soft "humph" through my nose.
With a hint of coquettishness, she said, "Now you know what pain is, right? See if you dare to joke around like that again next time!"
Despite wearing several layers of clothing and not feeling anything, Yu Huan still bent down slightly.
He rubbed his lower back, making exaggerated gestures: "Ouch, you're really strong! You almost twisted the flesh off my waist. I won't do it again, I really won't."
Upon hearing this somewhat amusing response, Lin Yourong secretly chuckled silently.
She wore a mask, her chin slightly raised, and glanced at the restaurant with large red lanterns hanging not far to her right.
It was a three-story Hui-style building with an elegant facade and a plaque bearing the four large characters "Tongxin Restaurant," which stood out prominently.
Yu Huan followed her gaze and looked over.
I had already noticed this restaurant when I arrived.
While the couple was flirting, another pair of figures appeared by the entrance of Tongxin Restaurant.
A man and a woman, both wearing sunglasses, were chatting and laughing.
"Let's go, Senior Sister Zhang Ye and the others have arrived." Lin Yourong started walking before she finished speaking.
Seeing this, Yu Huan hurriedly followed behind.
He had just casually put his hands in his trench coat pockets when Lin Yourong, who was walking ahead, paused slightly.
After he caught up beside her, she casually took his arm.
Yu Huan felt a warmth in her heart and pondered for a moment.
He felt that his wife was holding his arm while he had his hands in his pockets, which made him seem a bit nonchalant and would inevitably leave a bad impression.
So he decisively pulled his hand out of his pocket and intertwined his fingers with hers.
The two walked hand in hand, intimately approaching the couple.
As they closed the distance, the other party also noticed Yu Huan and Lin Yourong's arrival.
About ten steps away, a middle-aged woman in a light blue woolen coat raised her hand and waved, calling out in a warm voice, "Xiao Rong!"
Even though Lin Yourong had her head covered and her face hidden, she recognized her immediately.
After all, this outfit, which makes one afraid of having their face seen, is quite eye-catching.
Yu Huan noticed that Lin Yourong quickened her pace slightly, so she hurried to catch up with her.
In an instant, the two stopped in front of the couple.
Lin Yourong laughed heartily and said, "Senior Sister Zhang Ye! Long time no see!"
"Yes, it really has been a long time."
Zhang Ye had a black handbag slung over his arm. As he responded gently, he turned his head and carefully examined Yu Huan.
This young man was tall and walked with a brisk pace; all that could be seen were his clear eyes and eyebrows, visible only between the brim of his hat and his mask.
Even though it's covered up quite well, it still gives people a sense of being extraordinary.
She smiled and asked, "Xiao Rong, is this your boyfriend?"
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan smiled and took over the conversation, saying softly, "Hello, Sister Zhang, I'm Yu Huan. I've often heard Rongrong mention you, and today I'm finally fortunate enough to meet you."
Zhang Ye always appears on the Spring Festival Gala in a cheongsam, looking gentle and elegant, but in reality, she is not tall; her head only reaches Lin Yourong's mouth.
"Nice to meet you."
She nodded slightly, feeling that the name sounded somewhat unfamiliar.
Looking at Yu Huan, he said admiringly:
"Not bad, he's quite tall and strong."
During their brief conversation, Lin Yourong glanced at the middle-aged man next to Zhang Ye.
He was wearing a black Zhongshan suit. Although he was slightly shorter than Yu Huan, he still appeared tall and imposing.
Unlike Yu Huan's tall and slender build, he was much more robust.
"Hello, Brother Hong." Her voice was filled with laughter.
It's obvious they know each other.
At this time.
Yu Huan's mind raced, and a name flashed through her mind—
Lü Jihong.
A renowned tenor, and a frequent performer on the Spring Festival Gala, ranking among the top in terms of the number of times he has appeared on stage.
He and Zhang Ye were never married and had no children, yet they stayed together for decades.
Although Lü Jihong was much older than Lao Yu, already in his early fifties, Yu Huan still cleverly greeted him, "Brother, hello."
"Hey, handsome young man, nice to meet you!" Lu Jihong said, extending his hand to Yu Huan.
Upon hearing these witty remarks, Yu Huan knew that he should be easy to get along with.
After shaking hands with him, Yu Huan smiled politely and said, "I am also very happy to meet you."
After the two parted ways immediately, Lü Jihong smiled broadly, revealing a row of white teeth.
He looked at Lin Yourong and said, "Little Rong, your senior sister Zhang Ye and I watched every episode of The Voice of China."
"Oh? How did I do?" Lin Yourong asked.
"Quite impressive, you haven't disgraced your sect!"
He gave a thumbs-up.
He then turned his palm upwards, pointed towards the gate, and greeted them warmly:
"I've already booked a private room in advance. Let's go inside and talk."
"Okay." Lin Yourong nodded.
She held Yu Huan's hand and followed behind Lü Jihong.
Everyone walked into the Tongxin Restaurant together.
Although it was still early, many diners were already seated in the lobby on the first floor, creating a lively atmosphere.
The laughter of diners and the greetings of waiters mingled together, accompanied by the fresh and spicy aroma of the dishes.
Yu Huan took a deep breath. The pungent smell in the air made his stomach rumble and a strong feeling of hunger surged up.
Although he had eaten eggs a quarter of an hour earlier, he had been walking around non-stop for several hours that morning, which had indeed exhausted a lot of his energy.
In such an environment, one can't help but feel a strong urge to eat.
However, with guests present, he couldn't let loose and had to proceed slowly and deliberately to avoid embarrassing Lin Yourong.
Hold on!
They had only taken a few steps inside when a friendly hostess in uniform greeted them with a broad smile. Lü Jihong stood in front and briefly explained the situation to her. The hostess then led the group towards the stairwell on one side of the entrance.
As they moved, a series of footsteps were amplified and refracted at the corner of the stairs, gradually becoming blurred as the distance increased, and finally merging into a continuous echo.
Zhang Ye walked alongside Lin Yourong on her other side and asked gently, "Xiaorong, how's your mother doing lately?"
Lin Yourong responded with a smile, "She's still the same as always, playing cards whenever she has free time."
Zhang Ye pushed his sunglasses up to his head and asked curiously, "Does she still do late-night shows?"
In Changsha, the late-night mahjong games usually last from 10 p.m. to the early morning.
It's roughly equivalent to staying up all night playing cards.
Lin Yourong shook her head and said, "My mom rarely plays cards at night now, and she usually comes back around 10 p.m.
“But he’s still not as domineering as before,” Zhang Ye said with a laugh, speaking in the Xingcheng dialect.
Lin Yourong nodded gently: "Yes, she rarely stays up late now."
“After all, we’re not young anymore,” Zhang Ye sighed, then changed the subject: “Time flies. In the blink of an eye, even you’ve grown into a young woman and are getting married.”
Upon hearing this, the couple, who had registered their marriage but had not yet held a wedding, tightened their clasped fingers and smiled at each other in unison.
After the group slowly ascended to the third floor, a hostess handed them over to a waitress and informed her that they had reserved room number nine.
After giving her instructions, the hostess politely took her leave.
The slender waitress was about the same age as Lin Yourong and Yu Huan, also in her early twenties, and she called Lü Jihong "Uncle".
As Lü Jihong nodded slightly, he continued enthusiastically, "Please follow me."
Led by her, the group passed through the spacious and bright hall and entered the corridor.
The three of them standing side by side already felt quite cramped, so Yu Huan wisely let go of Lin Yourong's hand and stepped back a step, allowing her to chat and catch up with Zhang Ye.
We walked along the corridor to the end and finally filed into the private room.
Yu Huan followed closely behind Lin Yourong, taking a step inside and glancing around briefly.
The wooden carved doors and windows, the walls adorned with ink paintings, and the shelves overflowing with exquisite porcelain.
Warm-toned light spilled from the antique-style chandelier, illuminating the white checkered tablecloth on which the porcelain tableware rested, gleaming softly.
The private rooms are elegantly decorated, and the furnishings and decorations all demonstrate meticulous attention to detail.
Yu Huan secretly rejoiced, thankfully she had brought a bank card with 300,000 yuan for renovations.
Otherwise, if you only have a few bills left in your wallet and can't even scrape together 500, you'll probably be really strapped for cash in a popular tourist destination where the cost of living is definitely not low.
The waitress stood by, and after everyone was seated, she bowed slightly and asked, "Would you like the food served now?"
Lu Jihong glanced at his watch; it was exactly 11:30. He nodded and replied, "Let's go."
Zhang Ye turned slightly as he sat down, hung his briefcase on the back of the chair, and asked gently, "Yu Huan, where are you from?"
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan turned to look at Zhang Ye, who was standing next to Lin Yourong, and said with a smile, "I'm from Xingcheng County, Sister Zhang, you can just call me Xiao Yu."
"Yes, Xiao Yu."
Zhang Ye nodded and continued:
“I know Xiaorong’s tastes, so I ordered four dishes in advance: Four Stars Gazing at the Moon, Jinggang Smoked Bamboo Shoots, Poyang Lake Fish Head, and Stir-fried Sweet Potato Stems with Chili. You can order two more.”
The words have not yet fallen.
Lü Jihong then pushed the laminated menu in front of Yu Huan.
Yu Huan didn't dawdle and nodded, saying "okay" with pleasure. Then she picked up the menu and examined it briefly.
He mainly glanced at the prices listed behind the room, thinking that if there were no minimum spending requirement for this private room, he might not really need to use his bank card.
In this inland region far from the coast, the high price of delicacies comes from wild game and rare mountain delicacies. However, these days, many of these dishes are illegal and not considered respectable.
There was no seafood, but the bill didn't seem exorbitant either.
With a change of heart, Yu Huan immediately ordered a clay pot duck soup and Yonghe tofu from the young lady who had moved behind him.
Lu Jihong joked, "The three of you are all from Changsha, so your tastes must be pretty much the same. I'm the only one from Gansu province here."
Yu Huan put the menu back on the table and asked curiously, "Gansu is also a province that eats a lot of spicy food, right?"
“Yes, we in Gansu Province also love spicy food, but I have to say, it’s still a bit inferior to Hunan and Jiangxi provinces.” Lü Jihong laughed heartily, his double chin squeezed together.
When he heard the young lady next to him ask, "Is there anything else you need?", he quickly continued to Yu Huan, "Little Yu, what kind of drink would you like?"
Zhang Ye interjected with a smile, "Let's not drink at noon, they still have to drive back to Xingcheng this afternoon."
“That makes sense.” Lü Jihong nodded, then turned to the young lady and said, “Then please hurry up and serve the food.”
The young woman withdrew her gaze from Yu Huan and Lin Yourong, who were hiding their faces, and wondered why these people were acting so mysteriously.
Could he be some big star?
But looking at the older couple, they seemed somewhat unfamiliar with each other.
She nodded quickly and replied, "Okay, please wait a moment, I'll go and urge the kitchen right away."
After saying that, he turned around, took a step, opened the door, and left.
Lu Jihong looked away, took off his sunglasses and placed them on the table in front of him, and said with a smile, "It's not convenient for us to talk when there are outsiders around."
"Mainly because Xiao Rong was there," Zhang Ye joked. "She's quite famous now!"
"Senior Sister Zhang Ye, please stop making fun of me. My fame is nowhere near what you all have," Lin Yourong said, sounding a little embarrassed.
Lu Jihong picked up the conversation, shrugged, and said, "We're not exactly famous, we're probably just average. Not many people would recognize us on the streets of the South. Compared to folk songs, pop music is more to the taste of the masses these days."
Yu Huan considered his words for a moment.
People in the South don't like watching the Spring Festival Gala.
He and Zhang Ye, ethnic music singers who mainly rely on the Spring Festival Gala for exposure, would naturally not be well-known in the South.
Zhang Ye said with a smile, "The 'peak' of folk vocal music passed after Teacher Li's generation; our generation is at best a 'plateau.' There's a fundamental view now: 'Folk songs are the popular music of the past, and popular songs are the folk songs of today.'"
"Yes."
Lü Jihong nodded, then suddenly gave Lin Yourong a thumbs-up and jokingly praised her, saying:
"These days, every time I go out, the streets and alleys are playing your song 'It's You.' Although the song is indeed good, my ears are getting tired of hearing it!"
"Really? This song is quite popular." Lin Yourong nodded slightly.
Having spent so many days with her, how could Yu Huan not have noticed the joy in her voice?
It's likely that there's a bit of a "returning home in glory" mentality involved.
Success and fame have been achieved, and old friends are now face to face.
Little one!
Its tail is practically wagging in the air!
Yu Huan suppressed her smile, leaned back slightly in her chair, took off her mask, and casually stuffed it into her trench coat pocket.
Zhang Ye turned his head and glanced at the angular face under the brim of his hat, then smiled at Lin Yourong beside him and said, "Xiao Yu is tall and has such a good appearance, could he be an actor?"
Lin Yourong shook her head: "He currently works at my dad's company."
Looking at Yu Huan's face, Lü Jihong laughed heartily and said, "It's a pity that someone with this appearance isn't making movies!"
(End of this chapter)