Martial arts mastery? But I'm just a spoiled brat!

"Where did you book?"

Yan Qing held a cup of ginseng tea in one hand and a pill in the other. Hearing Lan Yue's question, he finally spoke with interest.

Speaking of which, the food in Tianjin is quite good. The crab feast arranged by Zou Qisi left him wanting more.

Tianjin is located by the sea, and now many parts of Tianjin have been incorporated into the concessions. Those concessions are extremely luxurious, with bright lights and bustling activity every day, which is the opposite of other areas.

As Yan Qing stood on the pavilion watching, he couldn't help but feel curious.

"It's a reservation at Chunweilou in the concession area, which is also the venue for the martial arts alliance showdown that will be held there in a few days. It's decorated and operated in a Western style."

Lan Yue chimed in, saying that in Tianjin, the best restaurants inside and outside the concessions are basically two different styles.

The areas outside the concessions are more traditional, still using the old business model and focusing on taste.

The top-tier restaurants within the concessions tended to be more Western-style, catering more to the tastes of the foreigners in the concessions. This attracted many wealthy people who spent large sums of money to experience the new features of these Western-style restaurants.

"Oh? Then don't return it, let's go and try it out."

Upon hearing that the reservation was made at a restaurant within the concession area, Yan Qing's mind immediately began to race.

Yan Qing has basically enjoyed all the prosperity of this era.

Although Shanxi Province is not large, it is located in the Central Plains, and thanks to the Yan family's years of management, its economic prosperity is second only to those coastal cities. So, if Yan Qing wanted to, he could really experience it.

But after all this time, he really hasn't seen much of the current prosperity of the concession.

However, having to abide by the laws of another country while on Chinese soil made Yan Qing feel somewhat uncomfortable.

However, it is precisely because of this that he is even more eager to experience it. After all, he was powerless to change things in the past, but things are different now. Now he considers Tianjin his own territory, so it is necessary to have a proper understanding of it.

"I'll make the arrangements right away!"

As Lan Yue spoke, she prepared to go out to change her clothes.

"No need, you can rest at home. I'll go by myself tonight."

Yan Qing waved his hand, indicating that he did not intend for the two women to follow him.

"This won't do!!"

The two women, Wanxing and Lanyue, answered Yan Qing in unison. They had always been by Yan Qing's side, and one of them would accompany him wherever he went. Now that Yan Qing was going out alone, it felt to them as if the sky had disappeared from his head.

"It's settled then. Senior Sister can assign someone to handle the specifics!"

However, Yan Qing's decision was clearly beyond the control of the two women. After exchanging a glance, they could only anxiously help Yan Qing wash up.

Finally, the two women stood on either side of the door to see Yan Qing off.

"Young master, here's the money. Keep it with you. If you need more, just have someone go back to the martial arts school to get more."

Lan Yue stepped forward and placed a thick purse into Yan Qing's hand.

Yan Qing took it and weighed it in his hand. It was heavy inside, and he knew it was quite heavy without even opening it.

"Young master, I will inform General Yang to arrange soldiers to patrol outside the concession. There will also be people from the martial arts school outside the restaurant. If anything happens, just shout. As long as you leave the restaurant, someone will come to handle it."

Wanxing repeatedly gave him instructions.

Judging from the two women's expressions, it was as if Yan Qing was a child of a few years old, and they had to give him repeated instructions before he went out.

"Honestly, it seems my image as a spoiled brat has really taken root in people's minds..."

This left Yan Qing somewhat speechless, both amused and exasperated.

"Alright, alright, with Old Cao protecting us in secret, nothing will happen!"

In the end, it was Yan Qing who said that Steward Cao would be following them in secret, and only then did the two women relax a little, and Yan Qing continued to walk outside.

"Hey sir, please get in the car! The manager instructed me to take you to Chunwei Restaurant!"

As soon as Yan Qing reached the entrance of the martial arts school, a rickshaw driver at the entrance quickly got up, pulled his rickshaw to Yan Qing, and called out loudly.

The rickshaw driver was dressed in coarse linen clothes and wore a felt hat. His legs were bound with strips of cloth, and a slightly yellowed towel was draped over his shoulder. He was not particularly strong, and his back was slightly hunched.

He looked to be either fifty or sixty years old, so it was hard to tell his exact age. But the rickshaw was quite clean, with many parts polished to a shine, indicating that he took good care of it.

"Thank you for your help!"

After Yan Qing nodded, he got into the rickshaw.

"Please sit down."

After Yan Qing was seated, the rickshaw driver called out, then lifted the rickshaw and started jogging down the street.

The sky was still slightly bright, and there were quite a few pedestrians on the street. The rickshaw was not very comfortable to ride in. The street was just a compacted dirt road, and it hadn't rained for many days. As Yan Qing sat in the rickshaw, the dust kicked up by the side made him frown and subconsciously cover his mouth and nose with his hand.

"Please bear with me, sir. We'll be on the main road soon. There's less dust there. Once we're on the main road, there won't be as much dust."

The rickshaw driver was quite attentive. He kept running and occasionally took the time to turn around and look at Yan Qing sitting behind him. When he saw Yan Qing covering his mouth and nose with his hand, he quickly slowed down his pace, as if this would reduce the dust.

"Are you the new manager of the martial arts school, sir? I've never seen you before!"

Slowing down, the rickshaw driver seemed to be getting a little bored and started chatting casually.

"I guess so. Are you quite familiar with the martial arts school?"

This time, Yan Qing came out on his own, without even having anyone arranged by Zou Qisi accompany him. Therefore, he did not put on the airs and attitude he usually had at the Yan family. When the other party asked him questions, he just casually replied, while taking in the surrounding buildings and the lives of some pedestrians.

"Hehe~~ I'm very familiar with the martial arts school. My son, Huang Er, is a student there. Even Master Zou from the school has ridden in my rickshaw!"

When this was mentioned, Lao Huang's voice became louder, and even his tone became much higher. Clearly, in his opinion, this was something to be very proud of.

"Really! How many people are in your family? How are you doing?"

"There are eight people in my family. I have a wife, an elderly mother, and five children. The second and fifth children are both sons, and the sixth child is a daughter who has just learned to walk."

In Tianjin, there is a custom of raising clay dolls. If a woman cannot conceive after marriage, she will go to the temple of the goddess to ask for a clay doll to take home. This way, if she has a child, subsequent children will come one after another. It is considered a way to pray for children.

Therefore, in Tianjin, these mud dolls often represent the eldest brother, while the children born later are the second brother and sister. For example, Huang Er from the Huang family is actually the eldest son in the family.