"Miss, Miss, Shopkeeper Li is here." Fugui called out.
Yang Chuxia looked up and saw Shopkeeper Li, followed by two strong women pushing a mobile chair, on which a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old was sitting. They slowly approached.
However, most people’s attention was on the chair underneath the young man.
Quite a few of them were rich people in town who had heard or seen something chair before, but not one as flexible as this.
These chairs were supposedly designed specifically for those with mobility issues or physical inconveniences, but they had no significant difference from the regular chairs. They only had some extra boards in front to hold meals and keep the person from falling off.
As a result, they grew even more curious about the products in this shop.
Shopkeeper Li arrived, bringing two gifts, one for herself and the other on behalf of her boss.
Almost everyone had arrived, and Tieshu and Fugui began setting up firecrackers.
The sound of firecrackers soon erupted, and amidst the noise and the crowd’s attention, Yang Dachuan pulled down the red silk from the plaque. He then made some opening remarks, which Yang Chuxia had forced him to memorize. Land Officer Yang also said a few words as the village land officer. Shopkeeper Li’s son, as the spokesman for the wheelchair, naturally stepped forward and said a few words as well.
However, the young man was bedridden for years, and suddenly sitting up and going out for so long made him feel uncomfortable after speaking, so Shopkeeper Li apologetically took her son away first.
Yang Chuxia didn’t mind it at all, as she was going to take them to the restaurant later anyway. It was nice for him to leave early and help her rush the dishes as well.
With all the speeches finished, Artistry Pavilion officially opened its doors. The eager customers swarmed in, quickly filling the space to capacity.
It wasn’t until someone mentioned that the County Magistrate had sent a congratulatory gift that the people inside quieted down.
The one who came to deliver the gift was none other than the steward who Constable Hong mentioned loved to show off his literary talent.
Steward Xing was a short, chubby man who looked like a mobile Maitreya Buddha statue. He didn’t seem like a steward at all but more like the greedy County Magistrate type.
"Oh, Steward Xing, how come you’re here?" Seeing Steward Xing coming, Constable Hong greeted him with a smile.
"Why can you come, but I can’t? The drunken crab from Miss Yang was very delicious. I heard that Miss Yang’s shop was opening, so I specially prepared a congratulatory gift. The Lord County Magistrate also remembered the incident last time and has prepared a gift for me to bring."
Originally, Yang Chuxia, who was chatting with Ye Zi’an at the back, rushed to the front upon hearing the news.
"Xiaxia, come and meet Steward Xing." Upon seeing Yang Chuxia, Constable Hong hurriedly introduced her.
"Hello, Steward Xing!"
"Steward Xing, this is the young lady who made the drunken crab."
"Good, good, good." Steward Xing said "good" three times in a row. "I really like your drunken crab. Thank you so much."
Seizing the opportunity, Yang Chuxia replied, "It’s just a little home-cooked dish; it’s nothing special. If Steward Xing likes it, we still have plenty more at home, and you’re always welcome to come over for a meal." Yang Chuxia thought that it wouldn’t be appropriate to talk about giving gifts in public, but she believed he would understand her intentions.
As someone who had seen much of the world, Steward Xing naturally understood part of her meaning and chuckled.