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

Song Xiaoyi's next step in his plan was to wait for Wenbi to finish his exams, then take him to Wenzhou to rescue his father.

This time, Song Xiaoyi had stockpiled medicines for treating various diseases in his space. It took quite a bit of time to buy these medicines, and he had to go to more than a dozen pharmacies to buy them all. He didn't even know what disease Wenlin had, and it wasn't easy to make the trip. He wanted to bring as much medicine as possible, thinking that with his intermediate medical skills, he should be able to save him.

Starting from Taoye Ferry in Nanjing, Yingtian Prefecture, one must pass through Suzhou Prefecture to reach Hangzhou Prefecture. This section of the Grand Canal takes four days to travel by boat. In modern times, the high-speed rail can take only two hours. Sigh.

Next, from Hangzhou to Wenzhou, it would take four days by horse-drawn carriage or bicycle. In modern times, the high-speed rail would take only two hours. Sigh!

But before leaving, Song Xiaoyi wanted to settle some important matters first, since he didn't know when he would be back, and he couldn't waste any time.

The renovation of the lotus lake, the construction of the ferry crossing, and the repair of the ancestral home in the village are all time-consuming and labor-intensive, and must be arranged properly in advance.

Next, we'll teach Song Hao a few more of his signature dishes to help support the business of the Song Family Restaurant.

What troubled him most was how to handle the many affairs on the modern side.

This trip might take two or three weeks to complete. If I disappear in the modern world for two or three weeks, something bad is going to happen.

After much deliberation, Song Xiaoyi finally decided to connect the "celestial communicator"—a cell phone—to the charger, plug it into the socket in the entryway, and instruct his sister Song Yunqiu to answer and reply, saying that he had gone out to search for special ingredients, forgot his phone at home, and that his return date was uncertain, possibly several days or even weeks away.

The most important thing is to top up 1,000 yuan first to avoid being suspended due to unpaid fees.

If someone asks Song Yunqiu, "Who are you?" she can answer, "I'm his sister!" She can deal with Grandpa Chen, who rides his tricycle to pick up fast food every day, and even strangers.

Uncle Cao, who delivers goods every three days, seems a bit troublesome. Song Hao needs to help move the delivered goods to the second-floor warehouse and store them in the freezer. Therefore, Song Hao needs to be properly trained. Fortunately, Song Hao is honest, obedient, and easy to fool.

What to do with the fresh produce delivered by Da Yu'er? After receiving the second batch, I'll set off immediately. The third and fourth batches can only be handed over to Uncle Cao. Make sure to explain clearly that the food factory will do its best to process them, and any unused produce will be distributed as employee welfare.

What if Zhu'er meets the young and beautiful Song Yunqiu?

Song Yunqiu: I am his older sister.

Pearl: His family has had only one son for seven generations, where did he get an older sister?

Song Yunqiu: How about my cousin? I also have the surname Song!

Song Xiaoyi: It seems like that would work too.

After repeated consideration and deduction, it seems that nothing has been overlooked.

After settling things in the modern world, Song Xiaoyi had everything ready in the Ming Dynasty as well.

Song Xiaoyi suddenly thought of a possibility, "Old Song, can I remove this extra two-way door positioning device later? For example, if I position this door in Wenzhou, and then I don't want to be in Wenzhou anymore, can I remove it?"

The two-way positioning door can be removed and retracted.

"You should have said so earlier! That would have made things much easier. I could have just bought a house in Wenzhou that has been passed down from the Ming Dynasty, used it as a reference point, and then gone there!"

Theoretically, yes.

"I understand. We should try to find a safe house, otherwise demolition will be troublesome."

In this way, all you need to do is go directly from the modern city to Wenzhou and buy a house there.

The autumn imperial examinations ended on August 16th, but the results have not yet been released.

That afternoon, Song Xiaoyi prepared several dishes that Tang Bohu, Wen Bi, and Gu Lan liked to eat at the shop. Together with Zhu Zhishan, Xu Zhenqing, and Xiao Qiuying, the six of them were enjoying their meal at a table in a corner.

The restaurant was packed, with several customers waiting in line outside with numbers. Suddenly, a man dressed as a butler burst in, accompanied by four menacing-looking henchmen. As soon as he entered, he shouted, "Shopkeeper, quickly arrange a place for the master to dine!"

"Please take a number and line up at the door." Seeing that the other party was hostile, Song Hao finished making the pancakes and stepped forward to stop them.

"What a joke! I've never heard of having to take a number and wait in line to eat!"

After the butler finished speaking, he glanced around the store, found a table with only two customers, gave the thug a look, and the thug immediately stepped forward, saying, "Your table is finished eating, get out of the way."

"Please leave! Don't disturb my customers!"

"Hey! What audacity..."

The moment the thug reached out, Song Xiaoyi grabbed his wrist and slammed him to the ground with a clean and swift over-the-shoulder throw.

In this Ming Dynasty, once you start fighting, you have to subdue them, or it will never end. The basic fighting skills given by the system finally came in handy. He then used the force of his stomp to spin around and swept the second thug away with a fierce whip kick. Before the remaining two could react, he swiftly delivered two more blows, elbow strikes that slammed into their chests, sending them flying out the door as well.

"My dear butler, am I asking you to leave, or will you leave on your own?"

"Hmph! You just wait!"

The housekeeper arrived quickly and left just as quickly.

However, Song Xiaoyi disdained making threats; that would be too undignified and wouldn't solve the fundamental problem. But what was going on here, this seemingly inexplicable incident? What appeared to be a random, ordinary event was actually shrouded in mystery.

Among the crowd watching the spectacle, there was a familiar Imperial Guard dressed in a blue vest. Song Xiaoyi looked at him and nodded. The man in the blue vest understood and nodded back, then mounted his bicycle and sped off south.

The other diners in the restaurant quickened their pace, preparing to finish their meal, pay the bill, and escape this troublesome place.

"Gentlemen, please don't panic. All food and drinks at lunchtime today are on the house! Sister Qiu, please get food boxes for each table that's leaving and pack them up for them to take home."

"Sister Qiu, go next door and tell Miaolan to dismiss all the customers and give them a free meal. Lock up the restaurant next door."

After the guests left, no one dared to queue at the door anymore. Zhu Zhishan, who was leisurely continuing his meal with Tang Bohu and the others in a corner, beckoned Song Xiaoyi over. "Brother Xiaoyi, I see you handled this very methodically. Could it be that you are a celestial being who can foresee the future? Did you already know that those who were targeting you were from the Prince of Ning's mansion?"

"It's just the Prince Ning's residence," Song Xiaoyi said casually, but his heart skipped a beat. Prince Ning, Zhu Chenhao, had only inherited the title last year, and he was already in such a hurry? These are truly turbulent times!

The problem is, he's reached out way too quickly! Shouldn't Prince Ning be in Nanchang Prefecture? This is Yingtian Prefecture.

Upon further reflection, Song Xiaoyi realized that communication was inconvenient in this era, and Zhu Chenhao had only recently come to power, so it was unlikely that he would have such great ambitions. Even if he did, it was impossible for him to shift his focus to Nanjing so quickly.

Therefore, it is highly likely that this was done on their own initiative by their subordinates in Nanjing.

"Since you know, I won't say anything more. I'm sure you already have a plan in mind. I'll just remind you that the man just now was the steward of the third young master of the Zhu family, who is known as the Little Tyrant of Yingtian Prefecture."

Song Xiaoyi smiled bitterly to himself: What plan do I have? I'm just putting on a brave face. This 'immortal' persona really requires a bit of airs.

But this is a good time to test basic combat skills, and the cold weapons prepared in the space are almost rusty.

"The Zhu residence? What kind of monster is this? And what's the steward's background?"

"My dear brother, you don't know?"