Jing Lang snorted disdainfully, muttering in his heart, “You only know her; she is my sister, but what are you?”

Jing Lang and Fang Zicheng stepped up to the second floor. The people below had already discussed fiercely. Who was Jing Lang? The general in charge of the three armies! And Fang Zicheng, the only son of Senior Secretary. Who didn’t know him?

But both of them were invited in!

All people went excited right away, staring at the entrance and thinking secretly that there might be no other dignitaries.

However, thinking about it, they noticed a tiny stir at the entrance. The people who were waiting did not follow in, so it wouldn’t be some big shot. The multitude took a little sigh of relief and looked casually.

Everyone’s breathing paused upon seeing a pair of black boots slowly step into the restaurant. Then there appeared a flawlessly handsome figure in dark robe, with cold black pupils, and two guards stood upright along the sides.

“Ninth… Ninth Imperial Uncle…” Shen Yucheng almost knelt down with cold feet and greeted the man, trembling. His brain was chaotic and he didn’t know what to say.

“With the invitation.” Xiao Chen’s eyes narrowed, and he looked at the decoration in front of him, a trace of surprise flashing through. Though he had seen the drawings of the refitting earlier, the real effect still surprised him a lot. He indifferently handed out the invitation.

Shen Yucheng accepted it in a trance, and watched Xiao Chen go upstairs with a steady pace accompanied by Xing Yi and Xing Er. The hall was silent, no one speaking. Too many shocks had numbed people’s nerves.

Behind the screen in the dark of the restaurant, a small head stuck out. Was that exactly Jing Yue? Seeing Xiao Chen getting upstairs, she babbled and muttered, “Dang, he’s so elegant!”

“Ma… Master… ” Shen Yucheng held several invitation letters in his hand, shivering, as if he still could not recover from the shock.

“Good, good…” Jing Yue straightened herself up and clapped Shen Yucheng on his shoulder saying, “Nobody dares to look down upon our restaurant now.”

“…” Shen Yucheng was so moved and felt like weeping. With the cards in his hand, he looked at Jing Yue’s receding figure, his heart pounding heavily.

Who dared to look down upon them anymore? Even the imperial family had to behave themselves when coming. Not to mention the children of those ministers, the two big shots, Jing Lang and Fang Zicheng, were already very startling. Unexpectedly, the “atomic bomb”, Ninth Imperial Uncle, came in person!

It was desperately awesome!

After a long time, the vibration brought by Xiao Chen slowly dissipated, and the long-awaited delicacies finally came to the table. First, it was a golden dish of some fried cylindrical objects. People blinked at the plate and didn’t know how to eat.

“What… is this?” A gentleman blinked at the thing he had never seen before and looked doubtfully at the maid beside him, asking, “Is this food?”

“Yes, please enjoy it.” The maid gave a shy smile and stepped back with a plate in her hand.

“Everybody, this dish is called ‘Gold-and-Jade-like Moonlight’. Please have a try.” Shen Yucheng slowly took a breath and stood out, explaining smilingly.