Under Shu Lan's persuasion, Zhao Ming and Xin Wenhua reached an agreement on a temporary truce. Several people were no longer obsessed with the level of the wine table, but chose to take Xin Qing and Lin Dingqiang to taste Cantonese food.

After an hour's drive, two cars and five people came to the Yangcheng White Swan Hotel.

As the first five-star hotel in the country, White Swan naturally has its own uniqueness.

As soon as he entered the hall, Lin Dingqiang saw the "hometown water" landscape covering an area of more than 300 square meters. This water feature, consisting of a garden mountain, a fish pond, and a curved bridge, has welcomed countless customers since its opening.

There is a garden mountain in the west, and there are holes and pedal paths in the mountain, and the height is enough to reach three floors. On the top of the mountain, there is an octagonal gold-topped pavilion, which is called the Moon Pavilion. The waterfall cascades down the stone steps below the pavilion and eventually merges into the koi pond on the first floor.

If the Bai family compound represents the charm of the Beijing school, then the white swan is the specific manifestation of Lingnan style.

Under the leadership of the waiter, several people came to the most prestigious Yutang Chunnuan.

As soon as he sat down, and before he could start ordering, the waiter pushed a small cart with a plate of white-cut chicken the size of four or five quails.

After pouring the tea, Zhao Ming said enthusiastically: "Eat slowly, read the newspaper again, and drink tea." ”

Xin Qing asked Shu Lan curiously, "Mom, why is this chicken so small?"

"It's called a sunflower chicken," Shulan explains, "I grew up eating sunflower trays and leaves, and when the sunflower seeds are ripe, they grind them into minced pieces and feed them." In one year, the whole Yangcheng can only produce 120,000 animals. ”

After Lin Dingqiang heard Shu Lan's description, he instantly felt that this seemingly ordinary chick had a different chicken experience.

Eat the most natural feed, enjoy the most attentive care, enter the best hotels, and sell the most expensive prices.

Xin Qing sandwiched a small piece of chicken, perhaps after hearing the origin, after chewing it slowly, she seemed to really eat the taste of sunflowers.

After about a few minutes, the most representative barbecued pork came to several people.

The chef pours the rose wine over the sea salt, lights the fire, and uses two small shovels to draw the flickering flames to the semi-finished char siu, as if to let the aroma of the rose wine enter the pork.

"This piece of meat is made of Iberian black pork plum head meat, fat and thin," the waiter on the side began to explain, "to ensure the taste." ”

The palm-sized pork was burned to the point of oil, and after the flames had faded, the chef removed the pork from the steel frame and cut it on the spot.

Zhao Ming, Xin Wenhua and Shu Lan obviously didn't come here for the first time, and in the face of near-perfect ingredients and cooking methods, the three of them didn't show much interest, but silently drank tea and read the newspaper on the side.

On the contrary, Lin Dingqiang and Xin Qing watched it with relish, and even couldn't help but take out their mobile phones to take pictures.

At this time, a girl in her early 20s, wearing a blue and white cheongsam, walked over and greeted politely, "Teacher Xin, Teacher Zhao, Aunt Shu, are you still satisfied with the dishes?"

The girl was holding a tray with a white porcelain ball pot on it, and three small teacups around the teapot.

After hearing this, Xin and Zhao put down the newspaper in their hands, and Xin Wenhua responded: "Miss Huo, I'm really bothering you." ”

"Since the two masters can appreciate the spring warmth of Yutang, Jinwei will definitely treat her father well. Huo Jinwei smiled and said: "If there is a place where the hospitality is not good, I still hope for Haihan." ”

As she spoke, Huo Jinwei took out the teapot and teacup on the tray, and said as she went: "This is Aunt Shu's favorite Tieguanyin." ”

"Jinwei, you're too polite. Shu Lan smiled and said, "I was already bothering you, but you also personally brought the tea." ”

Huo Jinwei sent the teacup to Shu Lan with both hands, "Last time Auntie's incense, my mother liked it very much." After lighting it before going to bed, it really has a calming effect. My mother has always said that she wants to come to Yangcheng to thank you, but there is something at home, and I, as a daughter, naturally have to thank you first. ”

Shu Lan took the teacup, took a sip, and introduced: "This is my daughter Xin Qing, he is Lin Dingqiang." My daughter's boyfriend. ”

The three young people nodded and said hello, and after Huo Jinwei poured tea for Xin Wenhua and Zhao Ming again, she got up, "Then I won't bother you, use it slowly." ”

"Okay!" Several people watched Huo Jinwei leave, and Xin Qing asked in a low voice: "Mom, is she ......?"

Shu Lan took another sip of tea and said slowly: "The only granddaughter of the Huo family's fourth room. Just like you, they all came back from studying abroad. ”

Zhao Ming added at this time: "Don't look at her age as much as you, the children are almost 2 years old." When the moon was full, he asked me to write a letter. ”

Xin Qing's eyes widened, and she wondered, "Ah, you became a mother at such a young age?"

"But I left last year. Zhao Ming said regretfully: "Now these young people are impulsive when their minds are hot, and when the impulse is over, they will regret it again." ”

Xin Wenhua sandwiched a piece of barbecued pork, "Times are different." Young people have the lifestyle of young people, and our generation can't control it. ”

Zhao Ming laughed, "Yo! Lao Xin! Your ideological consciousness is more enlightened than mine! If you become a grandfather, I'm afraid you won't even want to take a paintbrush, right?

"Lao Zhao, the children are still here!" Shu Lan said with a frown.

"Look at me as soon as I'm happy, I forgot about the two juniors!" Zhao Ming picked up the teacup and said with a smile: "Replace wine with tea, drink it first!"

One dish after another was put on the table, such as chestnut mushroom swan crisp, charcoal roasted beef li, crab roe dry steamed siu mai, peach gum almond tender tofu, lemongrass pigeon, a wide variety of dishes reflecting the wide range of exotic characteristics of Cantonese cuisine.

However, Xin Qing and Lin Dingqiang's favorite dish is a shaqima that seems to be similar to usual.

In Xin Qing's words, this olive shaqima is fluffy and delicious, sweet but not greasy, similar to the taste of soufflé.

After waiting for a few people to have a good meal, Zhao Ming went to settle the bill.

Xin Wenhua proposed: "Drink two more sips of tea, and eat dinner here, right?"

Lin Dingqiang looked at the time, it was just 4 o'clock in the afternoon, and he remembered what Xin Qing said when he came to Yangcheng to eat for a day.

"Why don't you change it?" Shu Lan thought about eating more different flavors before Xin Qing and the others left, "Qingqing hasn't eaten Yangcheng Restaurant yet! Xiaolin, have you eaten it?"

Lin Dingqiang shook his head, "No." ”

Zhao Ming finished the last sip of tea, "Okay! Lao Xin, now you can relax and relax, right? I have to drink two cups in the evening!"

"No problem!"

Just as a few people were about to leave, Huo Jinwei walked up with the waiter.

The waiter was still carrying three paper bags in his hand, and Huo Jinwei smiled and said: "There are a few Jin Junmei who have been soaked for three years here, and I hope that Teacher Xin, Teacher Zhao and Aunt Shu can laugh." ”

"Jinwei, you're too polite. Zhao Ming said jokingly: "I asked you to book a seat again, and now I will send tea, I don't dare to come to your house next time!"

After Huo Jinwei heard this, she covered her mouth and smiled: "If you don't dare to come, Mr. Zhao, then next time, I will ask the chef and waiter to bring the ingredients and tools and cook for you, do you think?"

Zhao Ming crossed his waist and laughed, touched his beard, and laughed at himself: "Then I'd better come! Otherwise, what should I do if someone is labeled as a pleasure!"

Lin Dingqiang and Xin Qing helped take the tea, and Huo Jinwei said sideways: "I'll send you out, please here." ”