The restaurant of Dragon King Hall is located at the Dragon Head.
The large table in the restaurant is placed neatly in front of the imposing dragon head. From a distance, it looks like a golden dragon spitting out pearls. The scene is very artistic.
There are golden tableware on the table, as well as exquisite and delicious cold dishes.
On both sides of the big table, stood twelve beautiful waitresses wearing long skirts, each holding a kind of fine wine in their hands, waiting for the guests to taste it.
Behind the twelve waitresses, there are two more waitresses.
Each of them held a brocade rope in their hands, which was tied to the golden cattail leaf fan on the big table. They pulled it gently, blowing up a slow cool breeze.
Right in front of the big table is a golden bandstand, equipped with various vocal props from the ancient palace.
"I'm afraid the enjoyment enjoyed by ancient emperors is nothing more than this."
Seeing this scene, Zou Hao couldn't help but admire in his heart.
The enjoyment of this Crystal Palace is indeed extremely luxurious. Just standing here, you immediately have the illusion of being noble and extraordinary.
I'm afraid, not many rich people can refuse this kind of enjoyment.
No wonder the Crystal Palace can be so successful. Even Zou Hao has some expectations in his heart. If the Crystal Palace is built in a provincial capital or in a big city like Yanjing where powerful people gather, whether the income will reach an unimaginable level.
"Young Master, please sit down first." Yan Zhenghe said, and then led Zou Hao to the most distinguished seat.
Zou Hao didn't say anything polite and sat down directly at the main seat.
The main seat is arranged very carefully. Behind it is the dragon head, which adds a bit of momentum. In front of it is the band stage, which allows you to have a panoramic view of everything.
"Su Lian, it's time to start."
Yan Zhenghe said to Kong Sulian again, and then sat down on the left side of Zou Hao.
"OK."
Kong Sulian responded and then walked out of the restaurant.
Yan Zhenghe was not idle either. He clapped his hands gently, and twelve waitresses came over holding various fine wines.
Then, he asked Zou Hao: "Young Master, what kind of wine do you like to drink?"
"Anyone is fine. Can you recommend one?" Zou Hao simply said. He never pays special attention to this aspect.
Yan Zhenghe thought about it seriously, and then said: "Then drink white wine. I just brought back three barrels of white wine from the Bali Valley in France that have been cellared for many years. The taste is excellent. You can try it."
As he spoke, he made a gesture to one of the waitresses.
The waitress bent slightly, then walked up to Yan Zhenghe holding the white wine in her hand.
The wine bottle has a Crystal Palace label and some English symbols to mark the wine. The white wine inside is poured from an oak barrel.
The white wine that Yan Zhenghe recommended to Zou Hao is almost the most expensive wine in the Crystal Palace. It is only provided to the distinguished guests of the Dragon King Hall. The price of such a small bottle in the Crystal Palace is close to one million.
Yan Zhenghe uncorked the bottle himself, and then poured half a glass into the wine glass in front of Zou Hao. The overflowing aroma of wine instantly filled the entire restaurant.
"Lao Yan, this wine is good."
Although Zou Hao is not very particular about this aspect, it does not mean that he has not studied these things.
Looking at the white wine in the glass, Zou Hao couldn't help but praise it, and continued: "This wine is slightly amber in color. It has been stored in the cellar for at least more than 20 years. Under the light, it still has a few traces of it.
The reflection is orange-yellow, like an agate cup, the wine is mellow and rich, sweet and smooth as silk, good wine, good wine."
"Young Master is very knowledgeable."
Yan Zhenghe praised him heartily, while Zou Hao only said a few words, but he expressed the essence of this bottle of white wine.
Even with his Yan Zhenghe's skills, which he has been immersed in the wine industry for decades, he may only be able to get to this point.
He also poured half a glass for himself, and then said: "I spent a lot of money to get these three barrels of white wine. In my opinion, these three barrels of white wine can be called white wine."
The king among them can be called the pinnacle of wine."
Yan Zhenghe was also very strict in his words. Even though he praised the three barrels of white wine, he only described them as kings, not emperors. Kings are like princes, but emperors are the only ones.
"Lao Yan, how much of this wine do you have left?"
Zou Hao gently shook the wine glass in his hand, letting the overflowing aroma of the oil be released to his heart's content:
Yan Zhenghe thought that Zou Hao wanted it, so he responded: "Only one bucket was opened and filled, and there are two buckets left unopened. If you want it, young master, I will have someone send it to your residence."
Zou Hao shook his head and said: "Send it to Wumu Castle. I think my adoptive father will like it."
Wumu Castle is the castle where the old magician lives.
"Okay, I understand."
When I heard the words "Wumu Castle" and "Yan Zhenghe", I immediately stood in awe, and my tone was extremely respectful.
The way he looked at Zou Hao was filled with gratitude.
Not just anyone can deliver gifts to the Muten Castle. Even the top brass of the Muten Mansion may not have this qualification. For Yan Zhenghe, this is a huge honor.
At the door, Kong Sulian also walked in at this time.
She was not alone. Behind her were twelve women wearing silk and satin, with graceful and moving figures.
It's just that the faces of these women are all covered with a thin golden veil, which is vague, making it impossible to see clearly what their appearance is like, but their temperament is excellent, and their appearance must also be very outstanding.
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Kong Sulian took the lead to reach Zou Hao's side, then waved to the twelve women and said, "You all come over here and take off your veils too."
The twelve women walked up to Zou Hao obediently and took off the veils covering their faces.
The moment the veil was taken off, the entire restaurant seemed to be cast in a dazzling light, and even Zou Hao had the illusion that he could not look directly.
They are very beautiful. The appearance of each of these twelve women can almost be described as beautiful and fragrant.
The most rare thing is that they have almost the same classical ladylike temperament, gentle and virtuous, just like Jiangnan women coming out of the paintings one by one. The twelve people stand together to form an almost perfect scroll of ancient poetry.
"Twelve golden hairpins, I have met the young master."
Twelve women made a blessing ceremony to Zou Hao at the same time, and their soft voices were like the cry of a hundred spirits.
During the salute, almost all of their eyes looked at Zou Hao with great curiosity.
They didn't know Zou Hao's true identity, but the title of "Young Master" could make them think of him in thousands of ways.
Also, the Twelve Golden Hairpins usually perform for guests alone, and most often, two or three perform together. However, it has never happened before that twelve people appeared at the same time like today.
"Young Master, they are my adopted daughters. They are good at ancient palace vocal music. Their stage names are Crystal Twelve Golden Hairpins. Let them play a performance for you, Young Master, to cheer you up."
With that said, Kong Sulian asked the Twelve Golden Hairpins to go to the band stage to prepare.
The Twelve Golden Hairpin once again bowed to Zou Hao and then turned around and left.
Zou Hao did not refuse. Since everyone was already sitting in the Dragon King Hall to dine, he should enjoy the feeling of an emperor.
Yan Zhenghe said: "Young Master, the Twelve Golden Hairpins only sell their skills, not their bodies. They are all girls selected by Su Lian and I from poor mountainous areas. They are all very kind-hearted in nature."
"Um."
Zou Hao nodded slightly. He would not comment or interfere in such matters.
On the band stage, the Twelve Golden Hairpins were already sitting on the musical instruments they were good at. They did not start playing immediately, but waited for Kong Sulian to ask someone to start serving the dishes before playing the instruments in their hands.
In an instant, vocal music full of classical charm filled the entire Dragon King Hall.
The delicacies are also served one after another, coupled with the fine wine, the beautiful classical music, and the beautiful beauties, no matter in terms of senses, vision, mentality, etc., there must be an extremely special feeling.
A feeling of exclusivity.
However, while Zou Hao was enjoying all this, someone was extremely unhappy.
"Get out of here and ask Mr. Kong to come and talk to me. What are you doing? It's just that the Dragon King Hall has been booked away. Now even the twelve golden hairpins have been booked. Are you kidding me? Are you kidding me?
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The one who was unhappy was He Shaojin. He stood in the Jade Dragon Hall and shouted angrily at the manager of the Jade Dragon Hall.