This immortal was clearly ordinary, yet he was unusually confident.

"Not enough silver? You, a dignified cultivator, don't even have silver?"

"Cultivators generally don't use silver!"

"Didn't you say that the Sky-Piercing Sect is the number one sect in Cangzhou? Could you..."

"How could these mortals possibly know anything about the Sky-Supporting Sect!"

"So how much do you have left?"

"I don't know, the food here must be expensive..."

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"As agreed before, we must obey the young master in all matters outside!"

"..."

Zheng Zhuang fell silent for a moment. Being poor in his previous life was bad enough, but he never expected to be even worse off in this world, where he couldn't even afford a meal.

Do you expect me to dine and dash?

No no no!

Just as Zheng Zhuang was struggling with his decision, a knock came at the door. A waiter brought in a tray with four or five plates on it.

"This is our shop's signature cold dish, please enjoy."

"Waiter? Um..."

"Please wait a moment, sir. The other dishes have been prepared by the kitchen. Rest assured, the ingredients we use are absolutely fresh. The chicken, duck and fish were just killed."

"You...get off!"

Zheng Zhuang spread his hands, saying helplessly:

"You heard it too, they've already prepared everything. Since we're here, let's make the best of it and think things over while we eat. You sit down too!"

Qin Qianqian was going all out. After all, with the "young master" around, how could he possibly make things difficult for a little girl like her?

Soon, one after another, exquisitely prepared and delicious dishes were served.

Green, all-natural, and additive-free, Zheng Zhuang enjoyed the meal immensely, and Qin Qianqian also ate with gusto.

The waiter went from being dumbfounded to numb, only remembering that dishes were brought in one by one and empty plates were brought out one by one.

He simply couldn't understand how one person could eat so much.

Regardless of the pretty little maid, she stopped eating halfway through and is now leaning to one side, clutching her stomach.

That scholar was incredibly voracious; he ate non-stop, and he seemed to be enjoying himself immensely, making it impossible to tell where the food had gone.

Finally, the last dish was finished in Zheng Zhuang's stomach. He put down his chopsticks with a lingering sense of satisfaction, picked up the tea beside him, rinsed his mouth, and said that this meal had been truly enjoyable.

The waiter breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Zheng Zhuang put down his chopsticks. He was afraid that Zheng Zhuang might suddenly collapse while eating, which would ruin the restaurant's reputation.

"Have you finished eating, sir?" the waiter asked cautiously.

The waiter's tone unconsciously carried a hint of respect; after all, someone who could eat so much must be no ordinary person, as an ordinary person would have been stuffed to death long ago.

"Just so-so!"

"This……"

Zheng Zhuang casually replied, and seeing the waiter's wary expression, couldn't help but chuckle:

"You're acting strangely, buddy. When guests come to your house for dinner, isn't it better for them to eat as much as possible? Alright, that's enough for now. Go and call the manager over!"

The waiter fled as if running away, and soon returned with a short, stout old man.

The old man glanced at the empty plate on the table, smiled, and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture to Zheng Zhuang, saying:

"So this must be the distinguished guest the waiter mentioned. I wonder if the distinguished guest is satisfied with the food at our restaurant?"

Zheng Zhuang nodded, then skipped the formalities and asked directly:

"What is the value of your restaurant?"

"This meal will cost five taels of silver, sir," the waiter replied hastily.

Zheng Zhuang smiled slightly and pointed around:

"I'm asking about the entire restaurant!"

The shopkeeper and his assistant were stunned, while Qin Qianqian, who was watching the commotion from the side, was completely bewildered.

The shopkeeper was the first to recover: "Sir, are you joking?"

Zheng Zhuang simply took off the jade pendant from his waist and threw it over:

Is that enough?

The shopkeeper instinctively caught the jade pendant, glanced at it in his hand, and immediately shuddered, then unconsciously swallowed hard.

"really?"

Qin Qianqian finally realized what Zheng Zhuang was about to do and quickly said:

"Young Master...that jade pendant..."

"They're just external possessions!" Zheng Zhuang waved his hand dismissively.

Qin Qianqian was speechless. Of course, my things are just external possessions to you!

But a moment later she was suddenly overjoyed, because she had mentioned her background to Zheng Zhuang and also expressed that she did not want to return to Qingtian Sect.

She had already sent the bottle of pills and news of the Blood Demon's retreat back to her sect through the flying eagles kept by the sect's senior members.

Zheng Zhuang's act of mortgaging the sect's jade pendant at this time indicates his willingness to take her in.

Qin Qianqian understood the crux of the matter, silently stepped aside, and two blushes unconsciously rose on her face.

The shopkeeper examined the jade pendant in his hand closely, then spoke with a broad smile:

“Since you are so sincere, young master, then I will accept your offer without hesitation. Please have a seat, young master, and I will go and fetch the land deed right away.”

After finishing his sentence, the shopkeeper hurriedly ran out, as if afraid that Zheng Zhuang would change his mind if he was late.

Even the shop assistant could tell that the jade pendant was extraordinary, so the shopkeeper's judgment must be just as good.

This jade pendant is of superior quality, without a single impurity, and even emits a faint glow in the dark.

Even without looking at the material, just by looking at the lifelike patterns carved on it, as if they were about to come to life, you would know that it must be the work of a master.

Such a jade pendant is worth more than ten or twenty restaurants, let alone a restaurant.

After a while, the shopkeeper came running back, panting, but for some reason, he had a five-finger mark on his face.

"Young master, this is the land deed for the restaurant. Please keep it safe. With this land deed, you only need to register it with the government."

The shopkeeper touched his face and gave a wry smile:

"My wife heard that I was going to sell the restaurant and immediately took over, but it's okay, she just urged me to come over quickly."

--This restaurant is the culmination of our life's work, and I hope you will treat it well, sir. As for the chefs and waiters in the restaurant, they have been with me for many years.

"I will inform them of the news later, and I hope that you will allow them to stay, young master."

Zheng Zhuang laughed and said, "I'm even counting on them to cook for me!"

The shopkeeper repeatedly bowed and said, "Thank you very much, young master!"

The waiter was stunned; he never expected that the owner would be replaced so quickly.

Zheng Zhuang's question brought him back to reality: "What's your name?"

When the clerk heard the question from his new employer, he quickly replied, "I am... I am Zheng Huiwan."

"You really know how to have fun?" Zheng Zhuang laughed heartily. "Nice name, it shares the same surname as mine... From today onwards, you are the manager of this restaurant!"

The sudden happiness left Zheng Huiwan stunned once again, until the shopkeeper kicked him, bringing him back to his senses.

"Thank you, boss! I will definitely work hard!"

After the two parties reached an agreement, Zheng Zhuang took Qin Qianqian and the shopkeeper to the government office to complete the formalities, except that the land deed was in Qin Qianqian's name.

Thus, the transaction was officially completed.

The elderly couple who owned the shop took their valuables and went with the caravan to the capital of Cangyue Kingdom that very day. It was said that they were going to visit relatives. Before leaving, they also gave a house to Zhengzhuang.

Later that evening, Zheng Zhuang pushed open the gate of the house. A gentle breeze brushed against his face, and he couldn't help but reveal a simple smile.

Owning a house, a car, and a restaurant—awesome!