Dengshikou is actually just one street intersection...

When the group arrived, the streets of Dengshikou were already noisy and lively.

This street is full of luxuriously decorated high-end restaurants, which are the first choice for dignitaries and nobles to have banquets and friends.

At this time, the streets were brightly lit, and various colorful lanterns were hung high and low, with colorful balls and gauze lanterns like pearls and clouds. From the street to the end of the street, millions of lights continued to form an ocean of lights.

And the most dazzling one in this sea of ​​lanterns is the most delicious place located in the middle of the street.

It was a four-story, beautiful restaurant. On each floor, there were mountain-shaped flower stands, decorated with lifelike flowers, bird-shaped lanterns, as well as colorful clouds that could flow, and rotating lanterns, just like the flashing neon lights of later generations.

Only by giving the master of the Aoshan Lantern in the palace can he have this superb craftsmanship.

After making the hot air balloon, the dozen lantern making masters turned to this place and spent nearly a month adding luster to this four-story restaurant...

Seeing that the restaurant was surrounded by citizens watching the fun, Zhao Hao asked Gao Wu to stop the carriage far away and walk over with Li Mingyue and his brother and sister.

The three of them looked up at the big restaurant like a fairyland on earth, and were all exclaiming.

‘Fuck me, I’ll treat you here in the future, so I’m so pretty!’ The little lord said excitedly: ‘I’ll beg my brother later, give me the right to hold the account…’

Although he is the heir of billions of dollars, I have no choice but to take care of him and only give him 500 taels of pocket money every month.

The little lord has many friends and the expenses are large, and 500 taels are not enough to spend. Fortunately, he has the old senior here, so he can maintain the expenses.

But the old senior is about to leave. Who will lose to him for hundreds or hundreds of taels in the future?

'These lamps are so beautiful. It must be because the eldest brother knows that I love to watch lamps, so I deliberately make people thorn...' The little county lord looked at Zhao Hao with beautiful eyes and gently pinched his sleeves with his fingers, as if he was afraid of getting separated.

‘I'll go, how much does it cost?’ Mr. Zhao looked at the at least thousands of lights, but what he thought was that this was too wasteful, right?

I remember that when I was only going to set up a restaurant for a few hundred taels of silver, Isn’t it that there were still many guests and the seats were full every day?

Hey, it's three hundred or four hundred taels, I can't remember it at all.

Forget it, such a little money is not worth worrying about.

At this time, a guest saw him and shouted loudly: "Here, finally!"

The guests looked towards Zhao Hao in unison and made a way for him.

The little county lord quickly withdrew his hand and turned his head away like a thief.

"I'll go there for a while, and I'll look for you later." Zhao Hao smiled at the brother and sister.

"Well, brother, don't worry." Li Mingyue smiled sweetly and automatically ignored the word "we".

Zhao Hao said sorry to everyone and strided towards the door of the store.

At the entrance of the store, Zhao Xian and Wu Kangyuan, as well as Fatty Tang, Fan Datong, Fatty Sun and others who came to help greet him were all dressed in a happy mood.

When they saw Zhao Hao coming, they laughed and said, "Comeone, come and reveal the lottery!"

"Didn't you tell me not to wait for me?" Zhao Hao walked closer with a smile.

"Everyone said they were waiting for you." Zhao Xian was wearing a shawl on his head and a Qingweiluo secretly zi, and his body was straight. He looked much more capable than a year ago.

He said he wanted to learn how to do business with him, but he was serious.

After arriving in Yangzhou, Zhao Xianxian studied at the Wuji Candy Farm opened by Jiang Xueying for a while. After following his grandfather to Beijing, he only gathered with Zhao Shouzheng and his son for a day, and then he dived into the preparations of Weijixian Restaurant. After working hard for more than a month, he became much more mature again.

"Yes, brother, the guests said that if Mr. Zhao doesn't show up, the very fresh taste will not be pure!" Wu Kangyuan, wearing a beautiful body robe, also said to Zhao Hao with a smile.

Mr. Wu is now very idle in the Ministry of Personnel's administration, so Zhao Hao asked the gourmet to serve as the owner of the store. Anyway, there are professional shopkeepers and chefs, so he just needs to check the dishes and services.

And these two things are nothing better than this young man who regards hotels as his home.

"Yes, Nephew Zhao!" The British Duke who came to support the show smiled and said, "I specially brought a group of people to support you. How can you not show up?"

"That's right, I heard that you often write poems in Jinling's very fresh flavor." Wang Xijue also cheered: "But why did you refuse to write a poem after you arrived in Beijing?"

"Can you look down on us Beijing men?" Zhu Shimao said with his head tilted.

Zhao Hao naturally smiled bitterly and explained that after coming to Beijing, he was obsessed with science and did not have the leisure and leisure.

"How can I open this scene without writing a poem?" The guests kept cheering.

If it weren't for Chef Wang's reminder, they almost forgot that Mr. Zhao was famous in the two capitals for his poetry.

As Mr. Zhu said, he wrote many excellent works in Nanjing, but when he came to Beijing, he became a piercing gourd. He was so generous to one and the other, how could everyone let him go?

I won’t make one for you today. He won’t even think about leaving Beijing City, let alone opening it!

"Okay." In desperation, Mr. Zhao had no choice but to raise his hand to surrender and follow everyone's wishes. "Then I'll be ugly."

"Okay!" Everyone immediately cheered and even the adjacent restaurants pushed open the window sashes. Men and women poked their heads out and looked at the young master who was holding the moon with curiosity.

Zhao Hao then walked back and forth in the venue with his hands behind his back.

Which song is better?

For fear of disturbing Mr. Zhao's idea, everyone was so angry that they dared not breathe.

Li Mingyue's face turned red even more excited. She had never seen her elder brother write poems.

My brother looks so handsome when he thinks seriously...

Have it!

Zhao Hao suddenly had a bright look in front of him, he cleared his throat, and smiled at the guests, "Since you wish, let's make a few words of this scene!"

"Okay!" After a loud shout, the needle fell in front of the building could be heard.

Everyone saw Mr. Zhao pointing at the dazzling sea of ​​lights and chanting loudly:

"The red clouds come from the sea, shining on the feast on my floor!"

"Okay!" The only sentence caused everyone to be excited and cheered.

After hearing this, Wang Xijue, Shen Shixing and other literati could not help but nodded, thinking, grand.

"I suddenly finished my wine. Where are the banished immortals in the building?" I heard Zhao Hao ask everyone again.

"Here!" the guests laughed and said, "It's you!"

Zhao Hao shook his head and smiled, pointed to the tall building behind him, and continued to chant:

"The exiled immortal building is a hundred feet tall, and the banquet is full of the Duke of Yanjing!"

The British Duke Ding Guo and several marquis were very happy when he heard this and said, "It seems that he will come often in the future."

"The romantic man is like a man in the building, and he has been here for thousands of years!"

After saying that, Mr. Zhao stretched out his hand and pulled down the big red silk covering the plaque.

The three golden words "Feeling Fresh" written by Emperor Longqing, written by Emperor Longqing, were presented to everyone.

One thousand taels per word...

"please!"

Amid the cheers all over the sky, Zhao Hao invited the guests to enter with a smile.
Chapter completed!