After half a month of searching, Yue Zhengyang found a store on Qianmen Street. The store was magnificent and has a style in the Qing Dynasty. Although it was a bit shabby, the entire three-story pavilion was well preserved.

I went to the inside of the building and saw that the building was finely crafted and exquisitely used, with carved birds and beasts, hollowed-out doors and windows, and some of the building parts were painted with gold. Yue Zhengyang bought such a good building without even thinking about it.

To open this restaurant, you must first decorate it, and secondly, you must buy a batch of tables, chairs, benches, etc. This is easy to deal with. However, he cannot find someone to decorate it casually. This building still needs to be found for people who specialize in ancient building restoration. The only people who specialize in ancient building restoration are probably the only people from the Palace Museum. I have to ask the master to see if he knows any experts in this field.

Yue Zhengyang came to Mr. Jin's house with a basket of vegetables. When he entered the yard, he saw Yu Xi washing clothes and said, "Xiao Xi, I will keep this for dinner today, and I will cook these dishes at noon."

Yu Xi rubbed his hanging hair with his rolled sleeves, looked up and said, "Brother Three, I bought all the dishes for lunch at noon. Where can I eat them after cooking?"

"Then stew the pig's trotters inside and leave the other dishes to eat before eating at night."

"I'll do it, third brother."

Yue Zhengyang was about to put the vegetables in the kitchen, but Yu Xi took them over. Seeing Yu Xi enter the kitchen, Yue Zhengyang said.

"Well, let's go to buy a washing machine tomorrow, so you can save you a whole morning of busyness every day."

"No need for third brother, there are only two or three pieces of clothes, which is not troublesome. Besides, the washing machine is both water and electricity."

Yue Zhengyang didn't argue with him, he must have bought this washing machine. Yu Xi served the old man for him every day, and he couldn't treat her badly. It would be better to have two or three single clothes in summer, but the big cotton jacket in winter is enough for the little girl to work hard.

"Where is the old man, why aren't he at home and going to play chess again?"

"That's not, walk in the alley, you will see Grandpa Jin, third brother."

"All right, then you can do it first, I'll go and have a look."

"Hey, go, third brother."

Mr. Jin only has a few chess friends in the alley every day. It is rare that there are chess friends in other alleys who love to play chess to join in the fun.

Yue Zhengyang came to the old man's chess place, and three or four people were already around the board. Yue Zhengyang stood behind the old man's opponent and learned about the situation in the chess field.

This man could no longer play the chess. He was blocked by the old man's car, horse and gun. The only one horse in the family was struggling to hold on. Now the old man was single-car general, but this man thought for a long time but didn't think of a move.

Yue Zhengyang picked up the man's horse and placed it in a position, saying, "Can you play chess? You can go like this."

It would be fine if you gave someone a normal trick, but you actually gave someone a trick. The man was so angry that he was furious, "Hey, boy, can you play chess? This horse can jump like this, and this horse's legs are crooked."

The old man yelled at Yue Zhengyang in a hurry, and while talking, he picked up the look of his horse's legs that had been knocking and kidding.

Yue Zhengyang usually doesn't speak when he comes to watch chess, but today he has ulterior motives. When the old man saw Yue Zhengyang messing around with the chess game, he knew that this kid must have something to do with him.

"Look at you, people and children are just joking with you. If you can't afford to play, don't play with you. You can continue playing."

When the old man saw that his opponent and his disciple got angry, he hurt him a few words. He slapped the chess piece in his hand on the chessboard and supported him on his knees to stand up. Seeing this, Yue Zhengyang hurried over and helped the old man up. Before leaving, he shouted behind him.

"Strange chess, who of you came out to teach this chess, and suppress his arrogance."

Actually, Yue Zhengyang said that someone could not wait any longer, so he rushed to sit on the bench, separated the chess, and said, "I'll go to the next game with you."

"Grandson, why did you think of coming to Grandpa today?"

When Yue Zhengyang heard the old man say this, he knew that the old man had some complaints about not coming to him frequently for a while. He helped the old man walk home and said.

"Didn't your disciple miss you anymore? I'm here to see you."

"Grandson, do you miss me? You are talking all day long and you are a big-headed ghost."

"How can it be? How can it be?"

Seeing that the old man saw that his words were discovered by the old man, Yue Zhengyang felt a little embarrassed, scratched the back of his head, and smiled foolishly, and didn't want to talk about this topic in depth.

He helped the old man home and added some hot water to the old man's tea cup. When he was busy, the old man spoke again.

"Grandson, if you have something to say, get out of here, don't give this stupid trick to grandpa."

Yue Zhengyang thought to himself: Who said that he hadn't seen him for a long time? Why are you going to let yourself get out again now? Forget it, my buddy is very polite, so I will forgive you.

"This... When I saw that you were still Mr. Beile, I was used to eating delicacies and was always worried that you wouldn't be used to the food made by Xiaoxi. Isn't this? My disciple bought a restaurant a few days ago. When the sale opens, you will be able to eat delicious food again?"

Yue Zhengyang didn't want to talk to the old man directly about things asking for help, so he turned around and turned around.

"Hey, grandson, I really didn't realize that you still have this filial piety."

"Look at what you said, isn't it just right for me to respect you? Isn't it just that the words on this sign were originally intended to ask someone to write them, but then I thought, aren't you here? Who else should I ask for? You are a great calligrapher!"

"You can't talk about it, you can still make do with it. If you don't care about grandpa's ugly handwriting, grandpa will draw you a few strokes."

The old man agreed to the inscription, and Yue Zhengyang quickly helped to lay the rice paper and grind the ink quickly. The old man lifted his pen and hung his wrist, stood quietly, sighing, "I have no one asked for words for many years. Grandson, say, have you figured out what name to give the restaurant?"

"Oh my master, I'm at my level and even named it. It's good to name a red star or a five-pointed person. Don't let me spend this stupid thing. If you don't ask for the second master for this matter, you'd better take one with me."

Mr. Jin thought for a while and said, "The six qi in the room are filled with warmth, and the rind of the yang is rinsed with the morning glow. Zhengyang is the sun in the south. The holy lord is the sun in the middle, and the sun reaches the sky, and all countries pay homage to you. Forget it, you should pay homage to all countries, but let's go to you. Let's give your store a name "Zhengyang Gate".

"Disciple, what do you think? This 'Zhengyangmen' is matched with your name, and it can also allow everyone to connect your restaurant with Zhengyangmen. When you see Zhengyangmen, you will think of your restaurant, killing two birds with one stone."

"Okay, wonderful, just follow your name, Master."

After Yue Zhengyang agreed, the old man dipped the brush back and forth on the inkstone, and then picked up the brush and wrote three words on the rice paper brush. The brushwork of the rice paper is strong, vigorous and powerful, and it seems to be orderly and free and easy.

Yue Zhengyang applauded when he saw the three words on the rice paper, but the old man shook his head repeatedly and said dissatisfiedly: "I haven't written for many years, and I can't write well, so I will write another one again..."

"Oh, Master, this word is already very good. If I were asked to write it, I would never be able to write it out in my life."

How did Yue Zhengyang think about it? The old man took the rice paper with three words aside. The old man wrote it very seriously again. When he wrote the third piece of paper, he put down his pen with satisfaction. Then he picked up the small wolf-haired pen and left the year, month and day on the rice paper and signed it.

The old man found his seal from his bedroom again. Because it was not used for many years, there was dust on the seal. The old man found a piece of cloth to wipe the seal inside and out, and then he printed the ink paste and covered it on rice paper.

Yue Zhengyang was the first person to ask for his words in many years. For the old man, this is not just a calligraphy work, but also a representative of his arrogance and backbone. The seal buried in many years was first sealed on the word Yue Zhengyang asked for, so that Yue Zhengyang knew that this pair of words was precious than any treasure he had.
Chapter completed!