It was not until the second update that Hai Zhongtian went home with great pleasure. Tonight, he was the guest invited by Li Qing. This person is indeed a good person, tactful and generous. He is really a righteous person and deserves close friends.

After drinking, Hai Zhongtian was a little confused. The carriage quickly arrived at the side door of Hai Mansion. The rules of Hai Mansion were extremely strict and the gate was closed. Hai Zhongtian had already arranged for one person to open the side door for him. It was already the second update. The mansion was very quiet and most of them were already asleep. Hai Zhongtian was divided into three courtyards, with three brothers living in the Hai family, among which the East Courtyard was the head, which was Hai Lan's residence; the West Courtyard was second, and Hai Ba lived; and the side courtyard was naturally Hai Ming's second brother, Hai Zhongtian, which was Hai Ming's eldest son.

He guessed that everyone was dreaming, so he tiptoed into the side courtyard, but just as he passed by the living room, he suddenly heard a low shout: "Stop!"

Hai Zhongtian was shocked and saw his father standing at the door of the living room with his hands behind his back, his eyes burning with anger and staring at him tightly.

He was so scared that his alcohol was gone, and he was uneasy in his heart. He rushed forward and whispered: "It's so late, hasn't my father been asleep yet?"

"Hmph! Can I sleep with a son like you? I have been waiting for you since dark. I think you are back at Xu hour, which means you are repenting. If you come back at Hai hour, I will think you are still saved. But now it is the second update, and I have seen you return home. How can you let me fall asleep!"

"What's wrong with my father today? I haven't been here like this one these years, why are I so long-winded today?" Hai Zhongtian was surprised, but he didn't dare to say anything.

"Come here, I have something to say to you!"

Although Hailan and Haiming are half-brothers, their appearances are very different. Hailan is a dry old man, while Haiming is fat and mighty. He is as ugly as his son Hai Zhongtian. He is usually silent and enjoys fighting cocks. But today his elder brother handed over the Hai family's catering business to him, and his mood changed.

"You sit down first!"

There was no light in the room, and I saw my father's two slender eyes flashing in the darkness. Hai Zhongtian's heart was strange, and I felt that my father seemed to tell him something shameful.

"Do you know that your uncle transferred part of the Hai family's property to me today!" Haiming tried to speak in a plain tone, but his trembling tone still exposed his inner tension.

"Uncle is willing to give us the industry?" Hai Zhongtian simply didn't believe his ears. The Hai family's industry was captured by his great-grandfather, and all his father passed it to Uncle Hailan in this generation. He had a very strict control. For decades, his father could not even touch the edge, but today he changed his nature. He seemed to have heard the most ridiculous things in the world.

"Hmph! No one uses him anymore, and I thought of me. If something happened to Wangjiang Restaurant yesterday, I wouldn't even be the turn of a ball of hair."

Although he was in charge of some industries, Haiming did not appreciate it at all. This should have been his. What's more, the eldest brother only gave him the right to operate, but it was not the property rights. To put it bluntly, he was just a big shopkeeper hired by the eldest brother.

Thinking of this, he glanced at his son again. His fat body in the darkness was exactly the same as his own, but if he could have half of his ability, he would have had more helpers, but he was a slutty boy, and Haiming was both hated and helpless.

"Zhongtian, please calm down! Helping Dad get back what we deserve will be yours in the future."

When he heard the word "Tao", Hai Zhongtian suddenly felt panic. He did not have much ambition and was content with his current life. He had a wife to serve him at home and a confidant outside. He wrote a few poems in his spare time, or called his friends to get drunk. How leisurely life was, but his father wanted to mention "Tao" which ruined his mood. Hai Zhongtian couldn't help swallowing.

"Did my father want to deal with uncle?"

"Trouble?" Haiming snorted heavily: "Not bad! Why can he take over the property left by his ancestors alone?"

The seeds of hatred that had been buried for decades gradually began to sprout, began to emerge, and began to grow wildly.

"I must take back my part!" Haiming slapped the back of the chair hard, and a ray of light that had never been seen before in his turbid eyes.

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The beautiful soul rises in the sky, and the fairy sounds among the clouds are silent;

The autumn colors are equally filled, and the clouds are bright for thousands of miles;

Mid-Autumn Festival was designated as a festive festival since the early Tang Dynasty, and gradually became quite popular in the Tang Dynasty. When people admired the moon, most of them placed a square table in the courtyard, placed a few plates of mooncakes and a pot of old wine. The whole family gathered in a circle, laughing, looking up at the bright light, sharing the joy of reunion.

But Mid-Autumn Festival is more of a literati. Literati plays with the moon. A bright moon carries too much lovesickness and too much love sentiment. Only they have left behind quatrains for the past generations of the pale culture of future generations to remember.

On this year's Mid-Autumn Festival night, Li Qing had no time to look up and watch the moon. Tonight is the 80th birthday of Zhang Qiu Jianqiong's old man. Officials and celebrities who came from all over Jiannan to pay their birthday almost squeezed out the Wangjiang restaurant. Even the administrative district on the fifth floor was designated as a place for the ladies and ladies to change their clothes.

Pedestrians are prohibited from passing in the Simaqiao area. Some officers and soldiers maintain order and are on high alert. Only by invitations can you enter Wangjiang Restaurant. The streets are full of cars and sedans. Some low-ranking grooms and sedans gather together to chat with each other. Some restaurants will send them a box of lunch and supper.

The main hall of the banquet is located on the second floor, with hundreds of tables neatly arranged. There are a few next to each table, and there are three things on it. There are three things on it, burning the sandalwood of India. There are also eight inches long and three inches high on the table. Small bonsai dotted with rocks, all of which are fresh flowers.

There are also small tea cups assorted by the Fusang paint tea tray, and there are several small bottles of various colors of official kilns next to them, all of which are filled with seasonal flowers. There are three-fold glass-colored lamps hanging on the beams on both sides. There are a hanging lotus leaf in front of each table, and a few large candles are inserted on it. The flames are burning and red light is shining.

On the wall on the south side is a large character "Shou" posted, made of gold foil, and the golden light shines, bringing a bit of wealth to the bright hall. On both sides of the character "Shou" are Li Qing's longevity couplets stolen by Zheng Banqiao. Below is the altar, longevity peach, longevity wine, Ruyi, and mooncakes are all available, full of them. Next to it is today's main table. The utensils on the table are all rewarded by the emperor, and are placed to show honor. Various drinking utensils are inlaid with gold and jade, with gold and jade cups, purple-scented Luomu crystal bowls, white jade double lotus cups and plates, and crystal lift pots. There are flower pots, vases, and crystal gold bottles, official kiln porcelain vases, basins, and flowers in the bottles are all marked with ivory cards. After the seat, there is a huge white jade screen borrowed from Xianyu Mansion: a picture of a hundred sons for longevity.

In addition to the protagonist's birthday star, the other table are senior military and political officials in Jiannandao, such as the deputy envoy of the Jiedushi, the governor of Wangzhou, Sima, the chief secretary with a royal background, and the old Shangshu who were demoted or retired from office, as well as the old generals and the like.

However, there are not many dishes, mainly Yizhou dishes with heavy taste and spicy taste. Each dish is exquisite and exquisite, and it is so exquisite that it makes people dare not take off chopsticks.

Today is the biggest banquet in Wangjiang Restaurant in history. All the shopkeepers, foremen, guys, and chefs are busy, their voices are hoarse and their eyes are red. Li Qing has already held a mobilization meeting in advance. As long as the birthday party is successful, everyone will receive a reward.

Time passed little by little, and the process was almost over. The old birthday star was exhausted and sat on the chairman and was drowsy. I don’t know if it was Li Qing’s intention to make arrangements or if there were too many people. The hall was stuffy and hot, and every guest’s heart seemed to be on fire.

"Master Li Dongzhu, thank you for your hard work today!" Zhang Qiu Jianqiong patted Li Qing on the shoulder with his eyes applauded. It was indeed a successful job today. The old man was very satisfied and the guests were also happy.

Li Qing was flattered and smiled anxiously, "It should be a villain who thanked the governor for his talent. This banquet is equivalent to doing a great publicity for the store. He also asked the adults to take care of him in the future. I am really worried that someone will not give up!"

Zhang Qiu Jianqiong understood Li Qing's meaning and smiled faintly, "Since there are still members of Li Biejia, I will naturally help him save his job, but don't worry, no one in this hotel will dare to make any more decisions." At this point, he lowered his voice and smiled: "Lord Li may not know that Li Biejia has been honored by the emperor and has been named King Sining. In this way, who is still impatient to live and dares to make the idea of ​​Wangjiang Restaurant again."

Li Qing was overjoyed. In this way, wouldn’t he have a tough backer? He must go to Chang'an if he has time to curry favor with Li Lin.

Suddenly, the lights dimmed, and Li Qing was energetic. Tonight's highlight was about to begin. Just when everyone was surprised why the lights became dim, a dazzling scenery appeared at the entrance of the building. These were five two-story carts made of flowers. Dozens of colorful candles were lit on the car. In the dim background, the halos intertwined, like dreams and illusions, and they looked dazzling, and slowly moved forward with the astonishing eyes of the hall.

Each car was filled with hundreds of small white porcelain cups with delicate crystal jade. More than a dozen beautiful oracles were wearing colorful silver mud skirts, like beautiful butterflies flying among flowers, distributing the cups to every guest.

The small cup is held in a small porcelain plate, with a delicate copper spoon next to it, and an exquisite and elegant bookmark. There are two lines of Zhang Jiuling's famous quotes on the front: "The bright moon rises on the sea, and the ends of the world share this time." Turning over it is the selling point tonight: colorful snow mud for you to taste. There are various names of snow mud below, either autumn colors or cold smoke and green colors, poetic and picturesque, making people feel a little elegant.

"Snow Mud?" I had never heard of something I had heard before. I was impatient to lift the lid of the cup. There were bright snow muds in it, either delicate topaz, green as bamboo, or as bright as peach blossoms, emitting a faint sweet fragrance, which made people salivate. I had been thirsty and used a small copper spoon to dig out a piece and put it in my mouth to taste it carefully. A hint of surprise flashed in my eyes, and then I praised it. When my mouth was burning and my tongue was dry, I felt it was extremely delicious.
Chapter completed!