Rebirth of the Forbidden City: The Troublemaker in the Courtyard

“Moscow Restaurant, where dreams begin!”

This is the text on a huge sign at the entrance of a Moscow restaurant.

The Moscow Restaurant, located in the exhibition hall complex of the former Soviet Union, is affectionately called "Lao Mo" by the people of the capital.

The vast area occupied by Lao Mo and the luxurious architectural decoration were enough to shock the old city at that time.

It is recognized as one of the most elegant and luxurious restaurants in Beijing.

It was almost noon when Ning Yuan, Zhong Yuemin and a group of ten people rode their bicycles from the Temple of Heaven Park to Lao Mo.

Zhong Yuemin and others immediately urged Ning Yuan to fulfill his promise from yesterday and treat his brothers to a meal at Lao Mo.

Ning Yuan had a handful of banknotes in his pocket. This money was taken from He Jianguo and the others. After a rough look, he thought there were at least 30 yuan in it. According to the current prices, it was probably enough for a simple meal at Lao Mo.

"Can I still fool you guys? Lao Mo is Lao Mo, let's go!"

Ning Yuan threw down his bicycle first, walked up the stairs and pushed open Lao Mo's door.

Zhong Yuemin and the others looked at each other, and immediately followed, and a group of people swarmed into Lao Mo's restaurant.

As for whether Ning Yuan has enough money to pay the bill, who the hell cares about that? Let’s eat first!

The Moscow Restaurant is a very prestigious six-level restaurant (no typo, similar to the Michelin-level restaurants, a gourmet-rated restaurant).

The restaurant mainly serves Russian cuisine, and provides traditional dishes with the characteristics of the former Soviet Union, such as Russian, Ukrainian, and Caucasian ethnic groups.

In addition, we also serve English, French, German and Italian food. We are good at cooking methods such as frying, deep-frying, roasting, braising, boiling and stewing in Eastern Europe.

It not only attaches importance to the seasoning effect of dishes, but also is good at maintaining the original flavor of the soup.

The dishes are finely processed, diverse in flavor, exquisite in taste, and moderately priced. They are characterized by fragrance, sweet and sour, mellow, soft and smooth, and rich but not greasy.

Ning Yuan, Zhong Yuemin and others picked a big table and sat down directly.

"Waiter, please serve all your signature dishes so we can taste how extravagant those **** are."

Zhong Yuemin was seriously chatting with the waiter standing next to the table.

"Okay, comrade. Our restaurant has twenty-six signature dishes. Are you sure you want one of each?"

The waiters in Lao Mo's restaurant are all carefully selected, and they have received countless young troublemakers like Zhong Yuemin and Ning Yuan.

Faced with such rude remarks, the waiter remained calm and directly asked the young man who asked the question.

"I'm sorry, comrade. He's my younger brother. His intelligence has never been fully developed since he was a child, so please don't bother with him!"

Ning Yuan took the opportunity to criticize Zhong Yuemin.

"Ning Yuan, fuck your grandpa!" Zhong Yuemin cursed with a smile.

They ordered some steaks, salads, barbecue, black bread, and even two bottles of wine.

As soon as the dishes were served, everyone stopped playing and started scrambling for food.

After eating a lot, Zhong Yuemin looked around the restaurant, lowered his head and tugged at Ning Yuan's clothes.

"Do you have enough money on you? I have a few dollars here, you can use it for emergency!"

As he spoke, Zhong Yuemin took out a few Mao Zedong banknotes from his trouser pocket and stuffed them into Ning Yuan's hand.

Zhong Yuemin has always been like this, valuing friendship over money, which is why he has so many friends willing to help him unreservedly when he is in trouble.

This is his personal charm.

"Okay, Yuemin, don't worry. I can still afford this meal!"

Ning Yuan pushed Zhong Yuemin's banknotes, then took out a handful of banknotes from the pocket of his officer's woolen coat.

These Mao Zedong notes were worth more than thirty yuan, and this meal would probably cost about twenty yuan. Even with the two bottles of wine, it would not exceed thirty yuan.

When Zhong Yuemin saw the handful of banknotes in Ning Yuan's hand, he did not insist. He took the money in his hand and began to concentrate on finishing a snack.

Ning Yuan's belly was already full from eating, and he was half lying and half leaning on a Russian high-back dining chair.

His right hand was in his coat pocket, holding the Pisces jade pendant and rubbing it.

This thing is definitely not simple, but I still don't know how to use it. Does it require a drop of blood to recognize its owner? Such a clichéd novel plot is probably unlikely!

As Ning Yuan thought this, he looked at the people at the table who were eating and drinking and laughing with each other.

He stood up and said he was going to the bathroom, then ran to the bathroom alone.

After entering the bathroom, Ning Yuan looked around from beginning to end to make sure there was no one else there.

Then he took out the jade pendant from his coat pocket, put his finger to his mouth, bit the tip of his finger lightly, and squeezed out a little blood which slowly dripped onto the jade pendant.

The moment the blood came into contact with the Pisces jade pendant, a muffled sound appeared in Ning Yuan's mind.

After a "buzz" sound, Ning Yuan seemed to appear in a strange world.

What caught my eye was a bright enclosed space. The entire space was about ten meters long, ten meters wide, and more than three meters high. There was nothing inside, so it looked empty.

After Ning Yuan came to his senses, he immediately realized that this was the space artifact described in online novels.

Ning Yuan pulled his thoughts back and turned his wrist to look up and down.

The Pisces jade pendant that was originally tightly held in the hand has disappeared, leaving only a shallow round white mark in the palm of the hand, which is almost invisible without careful observation.

Staring at the palm of his right hand again, space instantly appeared in his mind again.

"It's really great! This is a real magical tool, especially in this kind of environment!"

Ning Yuan took a while to calm down.

After sitting back at the dining table again.

Ning Yuan looked around and saw that the people around him were either eating seriously or chatting and laughing with friends. No one noticed him.

So he took a silver paper spoon on the table in his hand, tucked it under the table, and then Ning Yuan had an idea.

The silver spoon in his hand had disappeared and instead appeared in the space in Ning Yuan's mind.

With another slight movement of his mind, the silver spoon came out from the space of his mind and appeared in his hand.

After understanding how to use this space, Ning Yuan couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions in his heart when he looked at the white round mark on his hand.

After all, we live in an era where everything is quite difficult. With this magical artifact, we can live a better life.

Seeing that everyone had almost finished eating, Ning Yuan called the waiter to pay the bill.

As the waiter turned around, the guys immediately began to frantically put cutlery, knives and forks into their bags.

Fan Xinhua went even further, actually stuffing a large silver tray into his bag.

Ning Yuan was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. There was no need for him to panic. He took advantage of the fact that they were all running out of the restaurant.

Seeing that no one noticed this place, he simply touched the two dining tables passing by with his right hand, and several sets of knives and forks and silver plates entered his mind space.

A group of people took advantage of the situation and ran towards their bicycles after leaving Lao Mo's restaurant.

Then they started running on their bicycles. Not long after, they saw restaurant staff chasing them.

But in the end, he failed to catch up with this group of young people who were full of energy after eating and drinking.

After shaking off several restaurant waiters who were chasing them, the group slowed down their car and began to stroll slowly on the street.

"Yuemin, what are your plans for the afternoon?" Ning Yuan asked Zhong Yuemin, who was also slowly digesting his food next to him, while riding his bicycle.

"Is there any need to consider this? Shichahai, of course. Let's see if we can run into those bastards who broke your Iron Head Skill a few days ago, hahahaha!"

Zhong Yuemin burst into laughter after he finished speaking, causing Yuan Jun, Fan Xinhua and others behind him to burst into laughter as well.

"Yuemin, your uncle is trying to make fun of me again."

Ning Yuan was not annoyed by Zhong Yuemin's teasing. Instead, he laughed and prepared to go over and kick Zhong Yuemin.

Zhong Yuemin was a smart guy. After he finished teasing, he was ready to make a move. By the time Ning Yuan reacted, Zhong Yuemin kicked hard with both feet and rushed in front of everyone.

Accelerate madly towards Shichahai!