Vivian Zhao's Choice Between Love and Wealth Chapter 302

Bai Jing asked the waiter to pour tea and she left the box. Not long after, Fatty Qi ran in with a big smile on his fat face: "Welcome, welcome. I heard the magpie calling this morning. It turns out that there are distinguished guests visiting our small shop. It really makes our little shop proud. I, Qi, would like to greet all the distinguished guests." As he said this, he clasped his hands together and bowed deeply. Coupled with his Beijing dialect, he vividly displayed the urban culture of the old capital before liberation.

Han Zimei and the others looked at Fatty Qi curiously. They were actors and were familiar with the culture of the old capital. They had even played roles in some movies of the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, but this was their first time to personally experience the market culture of the old capital. If someone else did this, it would definitely make people feel out of place, but Fatty Qi was a serious person, a native of the capital who grew up in the old alleys. He had walked the streets with his father since he was a child, prepared red and white banquets for people, entered high-ranking courtyards, and also entered poor people's homes. He had seen too many old customs left by the Manchu bannermen, and the etiquette evolved from the family rules and precepts of officials. He had seen too many of them and had been exposed to too many things. He had learned everything by osmosis, whether it was posture or tone of voice, especially the arrogance of the old Beijing people as subjects of the emperor, which no one could learn. It was quite different from what was seen in movies and TV, but it was very comfortable to watch. It felt like this was the real old Beijing people and the old Beijing culture.

Lucas Shen clicked his tongue. He had never thought that Fatty Qi would be so good at this. At this time, this kind of etiquette and rules could still be seen in the old people in the capital, but after more than ten years, these old people were gone, and various etiquette and rules were slowly lost.

Lucas Shen picked up a pair of chopsticks and said with a smile: "Fatty Qi, you are so familiar with these old customs, then how much do you know about the chopstick culture left by our ancestors?"

"Do chopsticks have culture?" Yu Zhenhua asked curiously.