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When Xu Miao and Zhou Jiyuan got off the carriage, they saw a magnificent two-story restaurant facing the street.

The outside of the restaurant has flying eaves and pointed corners, carved beams and painted buildings. In front of the door hangs a wine flag with a big word "wine" on it, fluttering in the wind.

A huge plaque of Hongyan Tower hangs high in the center of the entrance, with the words written in a vigorous and powerful style.

When you enter the restaurant, the first thing that catches your eye is the spacious and bright lobby on the first floor, with stairs on both sides leading to the private rooms on the second floor.

There are dining tables placed around the lobby on the first floor. There is a large counter in the corner near the door. Behind the counter stands the butler Qian with a beaming face.

Just now, when Zhou Jiyuan walked into the restaurant wearing that outfit, housekeeper Qian was so happy that he followed Zhou Jiyuan and kept praising the young master, saying that he was so handsome and so cool.

Housekeeper Qian, like Mrs. Yang, treated Zhou Jiyuan as his grandson. Even if Zhou Jiyuan came out naked, Housekeeper Qian would still praise his round butt.

The upper and lower floors of the restaurant were crowded with people who came to watch the fun. The bartender in the restaurant was neatly dressed and was moving among the crowd, busy as a whirlwind.

Xu Miao...how lavish! If this were placed in modern times, it would definitely be a five-star restaurant.

Zhou Chenli took his wife upstairs, and immediately many people surrounded him and greeted him with bows.

"Your Majesty is great, Your Majesty is truly amazing. How could he have thought of making up such a Monkey King story for the young master? Let's follow him and enjoy his story."

"My Lord, I heard that the young princes in the palace are all cheering for it. Your mansion is full of talented people!"

"Duke, could you please let our servants learn from the storyteller for a few days and tell the stories to our old lady when we get back? Our old lady loves fairy tales the most."

The Duke's wife was even busier entertaining the other ladies. All the ladies in the capital knew that Duke Ding doted on his wife and son, but they had never expected him to dote on them in this way.

Just make up a story for your son, and then take it to a restaurant or teahouse to tell it.

The Duke's wife and her son are so lucky. While others are busy enjoying life in the backyard, they are busy fighting among their wives and concubines in the backyard.

Look at the wife of Duke Dingguo. She has been well-maintained with a delicate face and a plump body. There is not a trace of time on her face.

She is already a mother of three children, but her smile is as bright and charming as a little girl.

Unlike them, everyone is old and tired, ah, there is no comparison, everything is fate!

While Zhou Chenli was greeting the people around him, he also took the time to take a look at his monkey son on the floor below.

Zhou Chenli looked down and saw a group of little kids following his beloved son, playing on the storyteller's stage.

Zhou Jiyuan was wearing that outfit, with a head full of yellow hair, and dancing up and down on the stage with a golden hoop in his hand. The little kids around him screamed and clapped their hands in applause.

Hearing the cheers, Zhou Jiyuan danced even harder.

Zhou Chenli: Isn't this just watching a monkey show? His wife is wise. From now on, she doesn't want to know Zhou Jiyuan as her son. It's really embarrassing.

Xu Miao and Yang Pozi sat in the seats temporarily arranged for them on the side of the stage.

The dining tables on the first floor had already been booked, so Butler Qian temporarily set up a table for them next to the stage, with some fruits and tea on the table.

Zhou Jiyuan was particularly satisfied with this position. When he was tired, he could come down and have a drink of water. He could also see the storyteller up close. It was truly the best place in the whole place, a hundred times better than his father's private room.

Zhou Jiyuan and the others had been performing on the stage for a while when the storyteller came on stage and prepared to start his lecture.

When Zhou Jiyuan saw that the storyteller was wearing clothes similar to his, he grinned with joy and even secretly chatted with Xu Miao.

"Sister, look at that gentleman's clothes. They're not as nice as mine. He doesn't have a golden hoop stick, and he doesn't have yellow hair."

"Also, this guy is too fat. How can a monkey be that fat? This is a fat monkey!"

The storyteller is a slightly plump middle-aged man, and he does look a bit like a fat monkey.

Xu Miao covered her mouth and smiled, her eyes curved. "Yuan, please stop talking. The teacher is about to start. Let's just listen quietly, okay?"

With the bang of the storyteller's gavel, the story of Sun Wukong officially began.

Ever since the storyteller on the stage started speaking, the audience fell into complete silence; not even the cries of children could be heard.

Everyone was deeply attracted by the story of Monkey King.

Xu Miao secretly looked back twice and saw that everyone behind him, whether adults or children, were staring at the storyteller on the stage.

Mr. Li and Mr. Ye were standing in the corner, with several kitchen chefs and waiters in white coats standing beside them.

Tables and chairs were placed in the aisle outside the private rooms on the second floor, and the guests in the rooms sat around the stairs, stretching their necks to look down.

This book writer was indeed a talented man. He sang, recited, acted and fought hard on the stage, and brought the Monkey King to life vividly.

With the sound of the gavel "bang", the birth of Sun Wukong came to an end.

The restaurant, which was silent just now, immediately turned into a bustling vegetable market.

There was a chaotic cacophony of applause, cheers, screams, discussions and noise from the audience below the stage.

The loudest shout among them was "Do it again". After the first shout, everyone followed suit and shouted: "Do it again".

It's so beautiful that I couldn't get enough of it after listening to it once, so I'll listen to it again.

As the story was repeated again, wave after wave, the storyteller walked from the back of the stage to the front with a smile on his face.

He first bowed deeply to everyone, then picked up the gavel on the table and banged it again.

After this sound, the entire restaurant immediately fell silent again.

When Zhou Chenli saw this scene, he finally understood why the servant said: Get the person who is talking out.

Haha, he believed it. If anyone spoke at this time, they would be immediately thrown out of the restaurant, which was a particularly satisfying feeling.

This Monkey King is so charming, no wonder his silly son loves him so much.

After the storyteller finished his second tale, everyone began to discuss it more enthusiastically.

Zhou Jiyuan brought a group of children and jumped onto the stage, calling out to them one by one.

The group of children were jumping up and down on the stage like crazy, imitating the storyteller's postures and expressions. The stage was more lively than Monkey Mountain.

The adults sat there excitedly discussing what had just happened.

"Oh my! This Monkey King is so powerful! He can even jump out from cracks in rocks."

"Well, didn't you hear that gentleman say that it was a stone monkey, transformed from the magic stone that Nuwa used to mend the sky?"

"This Duke dotes on his son so much, how could he come up with such a beautiful story?"

"See those two people standing by? I heard that one is making up stories for the young master, and the other young man is painting the portrait of the Monkey King for him."

"This Duke is truly the first person in the capital to dote on his child this much! His little son is so blessed!"

"Isn't it? The yellow-haired man on the stage is the young master of Duke Dingguo's Mansion. I saw him as soon as he came in."

"That's right, that's right. Just now, the butler personally brought food to their table."

Duke Dingguo and his wife: Now everyone knows that the yellow-haired boy dancing the craziest on the stage is their son.