After a male student transmigrated into the body of a widow,

After Master Zhou stepped out of the school, the school became lively.

Zheng Hao finished packing his books and turned to leave the school.

Today is the opening of Good Fortune Restaurant. Although Uncle Gu is there and nothing will go wrong, Zheng Hao is still a little worried and wants to go and take a look.

"Brother Zheng!"

"Brother Zheng!"

The shouts from behind grew louder and louder each time.

Zheng Hao stopped and turned around. Peng Zhizhi quickly ran over, panting, and said, "Brother Zheng, why did you leave as soon as school was over? I was following behind you, but I couldn't catch up with you!"

Zheng Hao said, "I have something to do today, so I won't be eating with you. You can eat by yourselves."

Peng Zhizhi looked regretful and said, "Ah? A new restaurant just opened on Nanxin Street. I was originally planning to invite you and Brother Zhen to eat there together!"

As soon as Peng Zhizhi finished speaking, Zhen Cheng and Zhen Yuan walked over.

Zhen Yuan said to Peng Zhizhi, "Are you as fast as a rabbit?!"

Peng Zhizhi said embarrassedly, "I was thinking about catching up with Brother Zheng, and I forgot about you guys for a moment."

Peng Zhizhi's words only ignited Zhen Yuan's powder keg.

He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth as the young master of the Zhen family. His father was the prefect, and no one had ever dared to ignore him like this.

Zhen Yuan glared at Peng Zhizhi, his eyes blazing with anger.

"Zhen Yuan".

As soon as Zhen Cheng opened his mouth, Zhen Yuan held back the words that were about to come out, but still couldn't help but glare at Peng Zhizhi a few times.

Peng Zhizhi had no choice but to apologize again. Seeing that the other party had finally stopped glaring at him and was no longer giving him the cold shoulder, he turned to Zheng Hao and said, "If you are not free, we can go another day."

Zhen Yuan was indignant. Why shouldn't Zheng Hao go, and why shouldn't they go either?

But just as he was about to speak, he was stopped by the gaze sweeping over him by his older brother.

Zhen Cheng said to Zheng Hao, "If Brother Zheng is not free today, we can reschedule for another day."

"Let's go."

Peng Zhizhi was stunned.

There was an open space outside the academy specifically for students to park their vehicles, and the vehicles of the Peng and Zhen families were also parked there.

The Zhen family had a carriage. If Zheng Hao and the other three traveled together in one carriage, it would be too crowded. Gu Lin knew that Zheng Hao was going home at noon today, so he sent a newly bought servant to pick him up.

So Zheng Hao suggested that the two Zhen brothers ride in their own horse-drawn carriage, and then let Peng Zhizhi and himself ride in their own oxcart.

Peng Zhizhi had no objection and followed Zheng Hao onto his oxcart.

The two vehicles drove to Nanxin Street. Because the street ahead was too crowded for horse-drawn carriages and oxcarts to pass, Zheng Hao and his three companions decided to get out and walk.

The four of them walked to the entrance of Haoyunlou Restaurant. Although they did not go in, they could feel the liveliness of Haoyunlou by looking at the endless stream of diners coming and going at the entrance and the empty lobby.

Looking up at the bustling scene before him, Peng Zhizhi said with some concern, "Although this restaurant has just opened, I didn't expect there to be so many people. We've only just arrived, and there probably won't be any seats left."

When Peng Zhizhi finished speaking and no one responded, Zheng Hao, who had been standing next to him, took the lead and walked in.

"Hey, Brother Zheng!"

Peng Zhizhi exclaimed.

Zhen Yuan couldn't stand seeing others act indecisively or hesitate.

He scoffed, "It's not easy for you to pass the imperial examination and become a scholar. It's just a meal. If there's a seat, eat; if there isn't, leave. Why are you dawdling around?"

After saying that, Zhen Yuan stepped inside.

Peng Zhizhi was speechless for a moment. Seeing that Zhen Cheng had followed Zheng Hao and the others inside, he finally stepped into the restaurant as well.

"Xiao Hao".

After settling the bill for the previous customer, Gu Lin looked up and saw Zheng Hao walking in from outside.

Immediately afterwards, he saw three teenagers following behind Zheng Hao.

Zheng Hao stepped forward and stood in front of the counter, saying to Gu Lin, "Uncle Gu, these three are my classmates. Are there any private rooms upstairs?"

It was rare to see Zheng Hao bring his classmates back, and Gu Lin was quite pleased. He said, "Yes, a guest just finished eating and left, so that private room is still empty."

Peng Zhizhi and his two companions followed and overheard the conversation between Zheng Hao and the young man behind him. They were quite surprised, as they had not expected that the newly opened restaurant belonged to Zheng Hao's family.

Recalling how Zheng Hao had addressed Gu Lin earlier, Peng Zhizhi and the other two stepped forward, cupped their hands, and greeted Gu Lin, "Hello, Uncle Gu."

Gu Lin smiled and said, "Hello. The private room upstairs has been prepared. Please go up and have dinner with Xiao Hao."

After speaking, Gu Lin nodded to Zheng Hao, who understood and didn't say anything more, leading the three people behind him upstairs.

After they went upstairs, Gu Lin waved to Er Cheng and said, "Xiao Hao brought his classmates to eat. Go up and see them."

Although they hadn't talked much, Gu Lin immediately knew that Zheng Hao's three classmates were young masters surrounded and served by servants at home.

Zheng Hao knows how to cook hot pot and barbecue, and he'll definitely be able to entertain his classmates well, but Gu Lin can't bear to see his son serving others.

Not long after Zheng Hao and his three companions sat down in the private room, Yu Ercheng followed them in.

Zheng Hao said to Peng Zhizhi and the other two, "This is the waiter at the restaurant. Just tell him what you want to eat."

Zhen Yuan, his eyebrows raised in a gleam of excitement, asked, "Is this meal on your treat?"

Zheng Hao usually kept a low profile at the academy and was always the first to leave after school, so Zhen Yuan and the others had no idea that he had a private car and assumed that he paid for a car to travel between his home and the academy.

Seeing that the oxcart was waiting there for Zheng Hao, Peng Zhizhi and the other two realized that the other person was not the poor scholar they thought he was.

Strangely, Zheng Hao, who possessed such a fortune, never showed it.

More than half a month into the new semester, as students at the school have become more familiar with each other, many have started holding poetry recitals and inviting other students to participate, or inviting other students to banquets for happy occasions at home.

Zhen Yuan and Peng Zhizhi had been there many times, but Zhen Cheng disliked crowds and had never been. Strangely enough, Zheng Hao, like Zhen Cheng, had never accepted his classmate's invitation.

Previously, Zhen Yuan thought that Zheng Hao's family background was not enough to support him in making friends outside, but seeing the large number of customers coming to Haoyunlou, he was certain that Zheng Hao would not lack money.

Zheng Hao said without changing his expression, "You can order."

Although it was just a meal and not worth much money, Zheng Hao's attitude made Zhen Yuan feel much more at ease.

He said to Yu Ercheng, who was standing to the side, "Bring a copy of all the signs for your restaurant. Your young master is here, so put the bill on his tab."

Yu Ercheng's smile remained unchanged until Peng Zhizhi and Zhen Cheng finished ordering before he left the private room.

Peng Zhizhi looked at the furnishings of the private room, then at the bustling street outside the window, and further into the distance, he could see the layered mountain peaks.

Peng Zhizhi exclaimed, "The scenery here is truly wonderful!"

Zhen Cheng looked up and gazed into the distance, seeing the azure sky and verdant mountains, and said, unusually, "Indeed."

A moment later, the door to the private room was opened.

Yu Ercheng, with the help of his well-trained waiter, set out the dishes, then carried several tubs of drinks and said to Zheng Hao and the other three, "These are drinks prepared by the host for you all; they can be used to quench your thirst and cut through the greasiness."

After Yu Ercheng finished speaking, he did not leave the private room, and Zheng Hao's gaze swept over him.

Yu Ercheng said, "Young Master, roasting meat is difficult to handle, I'll stay here and roast it."

Upon first hearing Yu Ercheng's address to him, Zheng Hao frowned slightly, but after hearing what the other party said next, Zheng Hao's furrowed brows gradually softened.

Clearly, Yu Ercheng did this under orders, and it's easy to guess who gave those orders.

Yu Ercheng stood in front of Zheng Hao, leaning forward slightly, breathing heavily.

He dared not look up at the young man in front of him. Although Yu Ercheng had not spent much time with his young master, his intuition told him that the young master in front of him was more difficult to serve than Master Gu. Every time he met the other's eyes, Yu Ercheng felt that all his thoughts were exposed.

Originally, they didn't call Zheng Hao "Young Master," but rather, following the way they addressed Gu Lin, they called Zheng Hao "Young Master."

However, Gu Lin felt it was inappropriate. Zheng Hao was going to pursue an official career through the imperial examinations in the future. It was fine for him to do business, but it was best for Zheng Hao himself not to get involved with merchants.

However, it would be inappropriate to have Lin Xiaoyao and the others call Zheng Hao by his name.

Seeing that her master was in a dilemma, Lin Xiaoyao said, "We were originally servants bought by the master, so it is most appropriate to call Zheng Xiucai 'Young Master'."

After hearing this, Gu Lin thought about it and felt that this title was indeed the most appropriate, so he asked everyone to change their address.

Zheng Hao didn't come to Haoyunlou often, so he didn't know that everyone had changed how they addressed him.

Today was also the first time he heard Yu Ercheng and the others call him "Young Master".

His expression remained unchanged, and he immediately understood Yu Ercheng's purpose in staying here.

The coldness in Zheng Hao's eyes faded slightly as he said, "You can go now. We don't need you here."

Yu Ercheng said, "Yes."

Yu Ercheng turned and left.

Seeing what had just happened, how could Zhen Yuan, a shrewd person who had grown up in a large family, not know the purpose of the waiter staying in the private room?

Zhen Yuan raised an eyebrow, tapped his finger on the table, and said to Zheng Hao, "Your Uncle Gu is afraid we'll bully you, so he's making you serve us!"

Zheng Hao's expression remained unchanged: "Brother Zhen, you are overthinking it. Uncle Gu has always been warm and hospitable. He only sent someone up because he was worried that I might not be treating my guests well."

"is it?"

Zhen Yuan initially didn't believe it, but looking at the serious and upright appearance of the young man in front of him, he became somewhat skeptical.

Zheng Hao did not answer, but he slightly raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhen Yuan.

The boy showed no displeasure on his face, but his dark eyes were fixed on Zhen Yuan, clearly indicating that he disliked discussing his family with others.

Having never seen Zheng Hao show any displeasure before, Zhen Yuan felt a sense of novelty. Peng Zhizhi, having spent some time with Zheng Hao, knew that if he let him continue talking, trouble was bound to arise.

He quickly spoke up to smooth things over, and the incident was averted.

The four of them picked up their chopsticks and began eating hot pot and barbecue.

Gu Lin guessed correctly. Apart from Zheng Hao, the other two, Peng Zhizhi and Peng Zhizhi, were all waited on at home. They were fine with hot pot, but none of them knew how to grill meat.

However, Peng Zhizhi and Zhen Yuan were very interested in the barbecue they could grill themselves. When they saw Zheng Hao pick up his chopsticks, pick up a slice of meat and put it on the grill, and then flip the slice of meat over after the tender red meat was cooked.

His movements were fluid and effortless, without the slightest hint of awkwardness. Judging from his actions alone, if one didn't know Zheng Hao was grilling meat, one would think he was playing chess.

The thin slices of meat cooked quickly, and Zheng Hao picked them up and placed them on an empty plate.

After watching Zheng Hao grill the meat, Peng Zhizhi and Zhen Yuan thought they had learned how and started grilling meat slices. Even Zhen Cheng, who seemed detached from worldly affairs, started grilling as well.

Zheng Hao watched from the side, reminding them to flip the meat over and to pick it up after it was cooked.

Peng Zhizhi put the grilled meat slices into his mouth. The meat slices were tender and juicy, and because the grilling time was well controlled, there was not a trace of dryness.

While eating, Peng Zhizhi said to Zheng Hao, "Brother Zheng, your barbecue is so delicious. I never thought that my first time barbecuing would taste so good."

Zhen Yuan was also eating grilled meat. When he saw Peng Zhizhi praising Zheng Hao, he didn't laugh at him as usual, because he was also attracted by the grilled meat in front of him.

Unlike Peng Zhizhi, Zhen Yuan was born into a wealthy and influential family. Although he was from a collateral branch of the family, he showed exceptional talent from a young age. Not only did his parents value him, but his own family members also held him and his elder brother in high regard.

Zhen Yuan had seen all sorts of good things, including the roasted meat made by the imperial chefs in the palace, but in terms of deliciousness, the roasted meat in the palace could not compare to the roasted meat in front of him.

Peng Zhizhi and Zhen Yuan were completely absorbed in the delicious food. At the table, only Zheng Hao and Zhen Cheng ate their food at their usual leisurely pace.

"This drink is refreshing and helps cut through the greasiness, so why does it taste a bit like alcohol?"

After finishing his drink, Peng Zhizhi asked in surprise.

Zhen Yuan also picked up the drink and took a sip. It was icy cold and sweet and sour, and it slid down his mouth and into his stomach, leaving a faint aroma of wine on his tongue.

"Not bad!"

Zhen Cheng put down his chopsticks, his cool expression conveying a sense of dissuasion: "You have classes this afternoon, how can you drink alcohol?"

Zheng Hao smiled and said, "Although this drink has a slight wine flavor, it won't make you drunk, just like plum wine."

Zhen Yuan drank another cup and said, "Brother, don't worry. This drink is even milder than plum wine. You can drink several jars without getting drunk."

Peng Zhizhi nodded in agreement.

Zhen Cheng picked up the drink and took a sip. It was sweet, sour, and icy cold. Although it had a slight alcoholic taste, it wasn't strong, so he didn't stop them from drinking it.

The four of them ate and drank in a rare harmony, especially Zhen Yuan and Peng Zhizhi, who were much quieter than usual.

After lunch, the group felt it was getting late and it was time to return to the academy.

As they walked, Peng Zhizhi said to Zheng Hao, "Your hot pot and barbecue are so delicious, I'll definitely come back again."

He was walking at the front, busy talking to Zheng Hao, and didn't see the two people walking in front of him. Suddenly, he bumped into one of them.

"what!"

"Qingqing, are you alright?"

Upon seeing Zhen Qingqing being knocked down, Zhen Yun quickly went to check on her.

Zhen Qingqing was having a nice conversation with her young master when she was suddenly bumped into. What's more, the person's body was as hard as iron, and the impact hurt her terribly.

When Peng Zhizhi realized that he had bumped into someone, and that it was a young man, he didn't dare to help him up. He apologized repeatedly, saying, "I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going and bumped into you. I'm really sorry."

Getting up from the ground, Zhen Qingqing touched her nose, which had been red from the impact, and her body, which ached from being knocked to the ground.

He glared at Peng Zhizhi angrily: "You think an apology is enough? I was seriously injured when you bumped into me!"

Peng Zhizhi was stunned. It was just a bump, how could it have resulted in serious injury?

But knowing he was in the wrong, Peng Zhizhi continued to apologize.

Zhen Qingqing put her hands on her hips: "If an apology were enough, would it be okay if I knocked you to the ground and then apologized to you?"

Peng Zhizhi was speechless.

Seeing that the other person couldn't say anything, Zhen Qingqing opened his lips slightly, about to continue scolding the other person, but a cold and chilling voice came from behind him, making him shudder.

"Zhen Qingqing!"