Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Lin Quan chuckled lightly, neither confirming nor denying: "Boss Yin has already gone this far, it would seem petty of us to refuse now."

"I'd also like to see what secrets the famous Crescent Hotel holds."

After saying that, he took Chen Xueru's hand, stepped over the threshold, and entered the store.

As he watched the two figures disappear through the door, the smile on Boss Yin's face slowly faded, but a dark undercurrent quietly surged in his eyes.

She nodded slightly and whispered to the servant beside her, "Keep a close eye on these two and find out where they came from."

"Yes."

The servant nodded in response, turned and disappeared into the crowd, quickly making the arrangements.

At this moment, Lin Quan had already raised his eyes to survey the layout of the store—

The hall is bright and airy, with dozens of square tables arranged in a staggered manner;

The second-floor corridor is surrounded by private rooms, which are quietly hidden behind carved wooden doors;

In the very center is a platform nearly ten meters square, with a smooth surface and copper-inlaid edges, clearly the main platform used for auction items in the past.

Before the two had even sat down, several waiters hurried forward, bowing deeply: "Distinguished guests, what would you like to order?"

Lin Quan didn't say much, but pulled Chen Xueru to a nearby window seat and casually said, "Let's have your restaurant's specialty—eight dishes and a soup."

The waiter hesitated slightly, his fingertips unconsciously digging into his palm before he gritted his teeth and replied, "Please wait a moment!"

Before long, eight steaming main dishes and a bowl of thick soup were served one by one.

Lin Quan took a bite and his tongue trembled – the taste was indeed amazing, ordinary ingredients were cooked into layers of delicacies.

But when the bill was handed to him, he didn't even lift his eyelids, only glancing at the number: one hundred and twenty dollars.

This price is enough for an average person to work for three or four months.

But for Lin Quan and Chen Xueru, it was nothing more than the sound of a copper coin falling to the ground.

More than the price, what truly won him over was the skill and dedication evident in every bite and spoonful.

If judged by culinary skill levels, this level is at least at the second tier, and it is very likely that it was made by a first-tier master.

"—As expected of the Crescent Hotel, which has been rooted in Beijing for hundreds of years and enjoys a far-reaching reputation..."

"Putting everything else aside, just the level of sophistication and restraint that rivals that of a state banquet is something that ordinary restaurants can't even come close to."

"Great, really great..."

Lin Quan picked up a piece of crispy, fragrant, and tender crab meat lion's head with his chopsticks. As soon as his tongue touched the thin layer of amber sauce, he couldn't help but exclaim in praise. His expression was open and unrestrained.

If his own culinary skills could reach this level, and he were to use the marrow and fat of the sea spirit beast in his dishes, he could probably elevate the flavor to another level. Meanwhile, every casual conversation he had with Chen Xueru had been quietly captured by the lurking servants, and every word was clearly transmitted to Boss Yin's ears.

After a hearty meal, Lin Quan did not rise to take his leave. Instead, he nodded slightly to the waiter and ordered a pot of pre-rain Longjing tea. He sipped the hot tea slowly, his gaze sweeping over the beams and pillars of the hall, the carved screens, and even the waiters standing with their eyes lowered in the corridor—unperturbed, yet he had already discerned most of the essence of the Crescent Moon Hotel.

Meanwhile, the New Moon Hotel had already thoroughly investigated and uncovered the details of Lin Quan and Chen Xueru's background.

Boss Yin closed the thin book in his hand, his brows furrowing slightly, and tapped his fingertips lightly twice on the edge of the table: "This Lin Quan... has a stronger background than I expected."

Before he finished speaking, a heavy sense of seriousness had already appeared on his face.

The Crescent Moon Hotel was able to reopen entirely thanks to the backing of the Buddha from the Nine Gates. Through years of trials and tribulations, the Buddha had risen through the ranks from a garrison captain to a major general wielding real power in the military. But only those within the Nine Gates knew the truth—the Buddha, despite his imposing presence and prestigious position, had always been excluded from the true inner circle due to his humble origins.

To put it bluntly, their branch, along with the entire Nine Gates behind them, is nothing more than a handy knife in someone else's hands.

Then look at Lin Quan—he has no official position or title on the surface, and his resume is as clean as a blank sheet of paper.

But beneath this blank sheet of paper, the thread that runs straight to the heavens!

Boss Yin was unaware that what he had painstakingly unearthed was merely the tip of the iceberg. Even so, the exposed network of relationships alone was enough to make the Crescent Hotel extremely nervous and tread on thin ice. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief: fortunately, he had been courteous and respectful beforehand.

If Lin Quan were to storm off and casually mention it to his parents' old comrades...

Even if the Crescent Moon Hotel doesn't have to close down again, it will certainly face numerous obstacles and difficulties in the future.

Boss Yin's expression changed several times before he finally raised his eyes and said in a low but firm voice, "Pass down the message—Lin Quan will be the restaurant's premier VIP from this day forward."

"Yes, ma'am."

The servants, Tingnu and Gunnu, responded in unison without hesitation.

The entire Crescent Moon Hotel, from the manager to the cooks, from the accountants to the doormen, was staffed by members personally trained by the Yin family. They were as solid as iron, obeying orders without question and showing absolutely no disloyalty.

When Tingnu presented the pure gold VIP card with both hands, Lin Quan's fingertips paused slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He paused for a moment before reaching out to take the card, his tone calm: "Card, I'll take it."

After speaking, he turned his head and nodded to Chen Xueru, then stood up and left his seat with a composed gait, without saying anything more.

Only after the two figures disappeared outside the vermilion gate did Lin Quan chuckle softly and mutter to himself, "Interesting..."

"This world is getting more and more interesting."

However, he didn't delve into it further, as it was just that one sentence.

So what if a mere tomb raiding world merges in? So what if ancient gods are hidden deep within secret realms?

The main world is now depleted of spiritual energy, its mountains and rivers are silent, and even the wind cannot carry a trace of spiritual energy. Those so-called ancient gods are nothing more than old shadows trapped in the cracks of ancient tombs, barely able to catch their breath.

Not far from where she had walked, Chen Xueru looked down and stroked the heavy gold card in her palm. After a moment's hesitation, she finally asked, "Husband, what is the Crescent Moon Hotel...?"

"What else could it be? They've found out who's backing me and are just eager to offer me a way out."

"Don't overthink it. It's just a restaurant. You can eat there as usual from now on. There's no need to go out of your way, and there's no need to think too highly of it."

"The rest, I will not listen to, ask about, or get involved with."

Let alone a mere Crescent Moon Hotel, even the intricate network of the Nine Gates behind it...

Lin Quan didn't take the mysterious Wang family and its affiliated organizations seriously at all.

The reason he casually reminded Chen Xueru was simply because he was too lazy to get involved in those messy and complicated issues.

But if someone is blind and insists on walking into the line of fire—Lin Quan is not a pushover who can be easily manipulated.

After listening, Chen Xueru didn't ask any more questions, but simply nodded in agreement.

As Lin Quan said, although the Crescent Hotel is connected to seven or eight hidden lines and entangled with three or five crooked forces,

But in their eyes, it was just a small dish, not even an appetizer.

Even if Lin Quan personally took action, Chen Xueru alone could easily wipe out that bunch of clowns with a wave of her hand.

After the two returned to the courtyard house, life flowed by quietly like a stream.

In the blink of an eye, three days had passed silently.