In the Ming Dynasty 1498, my restaurant connects two worlds.

"That fairy..." Zhu Zhishan watched Zhu'er's departing figure, subconsciously touching his short beard, and turned to Song Xiaoyi with an incredulous look, "Brother Xiaoyi, that fairy just now... actually called me uncle?"

"Oh dear, that's how they all call it in the immortal realm, don't worry about the details."

It was the middle of summer, and not the weekend, so there weren't many tourists at Confucius Temple in the early morning. Song Xiaoyi led Zhu Zhishan all the way to the archway, where Zhu Zhishan finally recognized it as Gongyuan Street. "Brother Xiaoyi, there's a Gongyuan Street in the celestial realm too?"

"Yes, our Ming Dynasty's Yingtian Prefecture was almost a replica of the layout of the celestial realm. Look at the Qinhuai River in front of us, that stone bridge, doesn't it look familiar?"

"And then there's Wuyi Lane ahead..."

After strolling around Confucius Temple for a while, and considering where to go next, Song Xiaoyi received a call from an unknown number. The bicycle order had been completed, and the manufacturer was asking when he could pick it up.

Song Xiaoyi thought, "Why not take Zhu Zhishan out for a drive?" The two returned to the Taoye Ferry parking lot.

Zhu Zhishan, who was already asking all sorts of questions about the "Cloud Tower" in the celestial realm, then started asking what these "square boxes" running around were.

"Brother Zhishan, this is a car. You can think of it as a carriage in the celestial realm. Come on, get in. Make sure you fasten your seatbelt. Carriages in the celestial realm are faster. If you get scared later, you can hold onto the handle with your right hand."

"It's just a carriage; I ride in it all the time."

"Alright, now sit tight."

The SUV started and headed out of the city.

Zhu Zhishan was tough on the outside, but his hands betrayed him; he gripped the upper right corner handle of the passenger door tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white.

"Brother Zhishan, you can relax. I'm a very good driver."

"This carriage in the celestial realm is indeed different from that in the Ming Dynasty. It's like riding on clouds and mist. I... I'd better hold on tight."

The SUV arrived at the Yuhua Noodle Factory, then they switched to a van to load goods in the Jiangning Development Zone. After loading, they drove to a deserted roadside halfway there, where Song Xiaoyi put the bicycle into his spatial storage.

We drove back to the Yuhua Noodle Factory empty, then transferred to an off-road vehicle to return to Taoye Ferry.

"Brother Xiao Yi, it's better not to come to the immortal realm. We mortals are truly not worthy of enjoying this cloud-riding carriage."

On the way to Yuhua Noodle Factory, Zhu Zhishan had already vomited up his breakfast.

Zhu Zhishan's first impression of the "Immortal Realm" was really not good: the Immortal Realm was nothing special, the immortals and fairies looked almost the same as the people of the Ming Dynasty; the Cloud Tower in the Immortal Realm was just a bit taller; the "carriage" was fast, but it was so bumpy that it made one's stomach churn; and the "immortal birds" flying in the sky were unusually large...

Back at the Song Mansion in the Ming Dynasty, Xiao Yi took out bicycles from his spatial storage and placed them in the backyard. After keeping a few for his own use, he called someone to inform Mu Bin to send someone to collect the rest.

Mu Bin, a former commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, has now become the promotion and operation officer of "Song's Fast Food". He is so busy that he can barely keep his feet on the ground. Since he learned to ride a bicycle, this only bicycle has become his personal vehicle. It is so convenient and fast!

Just a short while after Song Xiaoyi sent out the notice, Mu Bin hurriedly rode his bicycle to the gate of the Song residence.

"Brother Xiao Yi! This speeding vehicle is truly amazing! It needs no feed or water, yet it runs faster than a horse! This is exactly what our Imperial Guard urgently needs; from now on, even the 800-li urgent dispatches won't require horses to run themselves ragged!"

"Brother Mou, you're oversimplifying things. You're only driving on the roads within Yingtian Prefecture. What if you were on the country roads outside the city, those muddy tracks? What if you tried it in heavy rain or snow?"

"Um... I didn't think that much about it."

"While bicycles are certainly more convenient and faster than horses for riding around the city, they are still less convenient than horses on the roads outside the city unless all of them are replaced with paved official roads. Of course, if it doesn't rain and there are no horses available, they can be used occasionally."

"But this batch I'm giving you is mainly for fast food delivery. It's fine for the first batch of training and use by the Imperial Guards. But you still need to be careful; hitting someone is always a problem."

After explaining some precautions to Mu Bin, Song Xiaoyi stopped paying attention to the use of this batch of bicycles, thinking that with the intelligence of the Ming Dynasty's Imperial Guards, they would soon find a more suitable scenario.

Song Xiaoyi's next plan is to accelerate the upgrading of various skills in the system.

Many unforeseen situations in modern times are unpredictable, but in the Ming Dynasty, some situations were inevitable, such as the Prince of Ning's rebellion.

Although this historical event occurred a long time ago, it must have been prepared long ago, and perhaps it is still being prepared now. If I had only been running a small eatery, I wouldn't have been afraid, but now that my business is expanding, it is necessary to take precautions in advance.

But before he could implement the second phase of the plan in Da Ming, Song Xiaoyi received a call from Old Wu himself, inviting him to a family banquet a week in advance to cook for the "August 1st Army Day".

This is an agreement, and it must be kept.

Old Wu didn't stand on ceremony. "Just bring me one of those Song family dishes from last time, and a few new ones would be fine too. I'm not picky."

Hearing Old Wu's "not picky" request on the other end of the phone, Song Xiaoyi couldn't help but roll her eyes at the air. "Yeah, you really aren't picky."

Cooking was no challenge for Song Xiaoyi; the real difficulty lay in explaining the suspicious points surrounding the "Six Dynasties' Golden Powder Ode" incident to Elder Wu.

"What should we do? Old Wu will definitely ask me how I knew about the tricks he made with Xiao Rizi's 'Ode to the Six Dynasties' painting."

Mr. Wu is incredibly shrewd, and other domestic experts are no less capable than him. His painting of Xiao Rizi is arguably even more authentic than his own, but how do you know that it has been tampered with in three places?

Wu's mounting tricks are somewhat understandable, but Tang Bohu's four characters "This is a fake" are already very suspicious, and Zhu Zhishan's four characters "Japanese pirates are thieves" are even more unbelievable. Let alone not having the opportunity to write them, even if they had the opportunity to write them, where would the ink that could hide the characters come from?

I acted impulsively in order to make things work out, and now how am I going to cover it up? Netizens, please give me some advice! I'm waiting online, it's urgent!

If all else fails, the first option is to bring my sister Song Yunqiu there, have her frame the piece on the spot, demonstrate her skills, and say that it was a family heirloom, and that the tampering with the "Six Dynasties Gold Powder Ode" was also a secret technique passed down by the Wu family.

Song Yunqiu had no modern identity documents and could not take high-speed trains or airplanes, so Song Xiaoyi drove her to Beijing.

Song Yunqiu peered out the car window, her eyes sparkling as she looked around, bombarding the car with questions: "Xiao Yi, how did that metal box move by itself? Was there someone inside that big bird in the sky?"...

With one hand on the steering wheel, Song Xiaoyi patiently explained, both amused and exasperated, and along the way, he also taught her a lot of modern common sense.

The family banquet in the capital proceeded smoothly. Based on Song Yunqiu's solid knowledge of Wu's Xuanhe mounting techniques, Old Master Wu accepted Song Xiaoyi's explanation.

Of course, whether it's genuine approval or some other unknown motive remains to be seen, but at least this hurdle has been overcome.