After the uncle and nephew had finished recognizing their relationship, the neighbors asked the old leader, "Now that we are not becoming disciples, will we still have a feast?"

"Yes, of course!" The old captain looked at Zhao Hao, and saw Zhao Hao holding his brother's hand affectionately, and smiled at everyone: "Today we are reunited as brothers, and we must celebrate!"

"Did you hear that?" the old captain said to everyone with a smile, "Let's all go to Wang Fugui's house for a banquet."

The crowd then cheered with relief, surrounding the three members of the Zhao family and walking toward the street.

Wang Fugui runs the only restaurant in Caijia Lane. Zhao Hao's family used to order meals from him.

Zhao Hao booked the entire restaurant and invited all the neighbors in Caijia Lane to have a drink. There were only eight or nine square tables in the small restaurant, but Wang Fugui went to borrow more than a dozen tables and set them up on the street, so that all the neighbors could sit down.

The food and drinks were served in a stream. Ten large bowls were placed on each table, each filled with pork heads, stewed chicken, braised carp, salted duck, as well as tripe, lungs, liver, intestines, etc. None of them were expensive, but they were cheap in quantity. As for the taste, it was only slightly better than Fang De's breakfast.

However, for the ordinary people of Caijia Lane, being able to have a meal at Wang Fugui's restaurant is already a great enjoyment.

When the Zhao family and their sons and the old captain were invited to drink a glass of wine, the neighbors could not wait to eat and drink. Soon, the table and the floor were full of chicken bones, duck wings, fish bones...

While Fan Datong was chewing on half a pig's head, he said to Wang Fugui who came to toast him, "What the hell is this braised pig's head of yours? Is it for human consumption?"

Wang Fugui cursed inwardly, "You are the only one who enjoys eating." But seeing that he was sitting at the same table with Zhao Shouzheng and his son, he naturally did not dare to offend them. He could only smile awkwardly, toasted, and fled.

"They say that when you pick up the bowl, you eat, but when you put down the chopsticks, you curse your mother," Zhao Shouzheng rolled his eyes at Fan Datong and said, "You haven't even put down the bowl yet, and you're already cursing your mother."

"Anyway, once your restaurant opens, we will be your mortal enemy. Are you still afraid of offending him?" Fan Datong grabbed a handful of peanuts and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing them without any image.

Several restaurant shareholders heard this and smiled at each other. According to the story, Wang Fugui was just a piece of shit, selling Seoul. They didn't take him seriously at all...

Zhao Hao didn't care about the argument with Fan Datong today. He held Zhao Jin's hand and said, "I've suffered so much in the past few years, and I'll be your brother in the future, so you don't have to worry about anything." The neighbors saw this scene and couldn't help praising him. Young Master Zhao was so loyal and righteous at such a young age!

Could Zhao Hao not hurry up and feed Zhao Jin some sweet talk?

He was worried that Zhao Jin would not be able to change his mind. What if he asked to withdraw his shares? Not to mention the problem of burning the stove, without the protection of the soon-to-be-reinstated censor, the "Wei Ji Xian" restaurant would not be able to be maintained in Nanjing, a city full of powerful people!

Fortunately, Zhao Jin seemed to value this insignificant blood relationship more than he did. He toasted his uncle, clinked glasses with his younger brother, talked and laughed, and looked like a fish in water, as if he was ten years younger.

"Brother, I see your place is very shabby," Zhao Hao asked tentatively, "Why don't you move in with my father and son so that it will be easier to take care of you."

"I'm afraid this is inconvenient." Zhao Jin was quite conflicted. He had lived alone for many years. On the one hand, he longed for family affection, and on the other hand, he naturally wanted someone to take care of him. But after all, he had just recognized his relatives, and it would be embarrassing for him to live in someone else's house right away.

"What's the inconvenience?!" Zhao Shouzheng was flattered by his nephew, the head of the family, and a group of neighbors today. Hearing this, he burped and said, "We'll move in tomorrow. We're a family, so of course we'll be together!"

He glared at Zhao Jin and said, "You don't want to listen to your uncle?"

"Then nephew will obey your command..." Zhao Jinxin said, forget it, let's just give up.

The banquet lasted until the sun went down. Gao Wu and Fan Datong helped Zhao Shouzheng, who was drunk again, back to sleep. Zhao Jin and Yu Jiachang and his son went back to pack their luggage, and the rest of the people went back to their homes.

Old Man Gao went to Wang Fugui to settle the bill. The banquet for more than 20 tables cost a total of ten taels of silver...

When he reported the bill to Zhao Hao, he felt a pang of pain.

"Only ten taels of silver?" Zhao Hao was surprised. "After serving so many dishes and drinking so much wine, you only spent this little money?"

"Young Master is really..." Old Man Gao said with a wry smile, "In a shabby place like Caijia Lane, five cents per table is already the highest price."

"What's the profit?" Zhao Hao curled his lips and said, "We are very delicious, so we will temporarily charge five taels of silver per table."

"Ah? Five taels?" Old Man Gao almost dropped his jaw in shock. "Does that mean we need to eat dragon gall and phoenix marrow?"

"This is just old man's lack of experience. In a decent restaurant in South City, you can't even get anything good with five taels of silver." Zhao Hao imitated Fan Datong's tone. He felt a little sour in his heart and said, "Actually, I haven't seen that either..."

"Well, okay." Old Man Gao gave another bitter laugh: "I really can't imagine the life of rich people."

"You will be a rich man soon, and you will experience it for yourself then." Zhao Hao laughed and walked into his own yard.

Then he saw Gao Wu standing there with a sad face.

"What's wrong? Did my dad vomit?" Zhao Hao asked curiously.

Gao Wu shook his head and said in a muffled voice after a long while: "The master didn't vomit. I am just worried, who will Mr. Zhao live with when he moves in?"

"Nonsense, why do we have to live in the same room?" Zhao Hao rolled his eyes and said, "Give the east wing to him, and you can live in the west wing, right?"

"This room can only accommodate a single bed." Before Gao Wu could say anything, Zhao Hao heard a weak voice saying, "I can't squeeze in with the big guy..."

"Damn it, how could I forget you again?" Zhao Hao patted his head and said to Fang Wen who was standing behind Gao Wu, "Go to the front and sleep with the old man."

Although the store needs to be renovated, there is still a backyard for people to live in. Gao Wu's original room was much better than this west wing...

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That night, Zhao Hao called Old Man Gao into his room, handed him two hundred taels of silver and said:

"This is the money for the restaurant's renovation. I'm better at saving money than you are. Just spend as much as you like. If it's not enough, tell me."

"Don't worry, sir. I've been calculating over and over again these past few days, and I may not be able to spend two hundred taels." Old Man Gao patted his chest and said, "If it's not enough, I'll make up for it."

He didn't know Zhao Hao's background, and thought that the young master only had more than 250 taels of silver. After taking out the renovation money, the remaining 50 taels would only be enough for daily expenses. After the restaurant was renovated, he had to buy cooking utensils, tableware, tables and chairs, and various ingredients... and firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, which were all indispensable. There were so many places to spend money.

"Old man, put your heart back in your stomach. You must ensure the quality of the decoration, and don't just think about saving money." Zhao Hao said confidently: "If you are really short of money, I will find a way to make a few hundred taels to spend."

A boy of fourteen or fifteen years old made making money sound as easy as eating and drinking.

But Old Man Gao had no doubt at all that he had this ability.

"Okay, with your words, I will do my best!"

How could he know that Zhao Hao still had another five hundred taels in reserve?

ps. The second update is here, please vote for recommendation and comment on the chapter~~~