Beijing, Donglong Street.

Gyeonggi Fusheng, eight streets and nine mo, are all brightly lit.

A carriage slowly stopped, and the coachman lifted the curtain and lowered the footstool, "Boss, it's here." ”

Zhao Jin brushed off the wrinkles on his clothes, looked up after dismounting, and fixed his eyes on the plaque of the restaurant in front of him.

Living in the sky, the stone lions on both sides of the high-rise building stand, and the people who enter and exit are all clothed and fed, and the temperament is extraordinary.

"Guest officer!" Xiao Er, who greeted the guests in front of the door, stepped forward enthusiastically, "How many of you."

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