Lin Dingqiang thought that the reception dinner arranged by Zhou Jingming was in the Hyatt Hotel, but he didn't expect this hospitable Northwest man to move the battlefield to the Rongyan Chinese Restaurant on Keji 2nd Road.

Several people sat on Coaster again, and slowly walked through this thousand-year-old city during the rush hour of Chang'an's work.

If there are Houhai little girls in the capital, human meat buns in Gangwa City, fox scarves, 375 buses, and Jinling has Jimingyou Temple, the old master of the Southern Tang Dynasty, the female ghost of the dry well, and the reincarnated nun, then Chang'an, which is also the ancient capital, also has a wonderful legend that belongs to him.

Along the way, Zhou Jingming told the small stories that circulated in the streets and alleys of Chang'an, such as the ghost scratching the door of the Academy of Fine Arts, the cat-faced old lady, and the entrenchment of the dragon, which once again cast a mysterious veil on the city.

Guan Lan and Xi Tao were shocked when they heard it, but Lin Dingqiang felt that it was just a conversation after tea and dinner, looking at the scenery outside the car window, and smiled indifferently.

After about 8 o'clock in the evening, several people arrived at the destination of this trip.

Out of the passenger elevator, as soon as he entered the gate of the Rongyan, Lin Dingqiang was shocked by the Chinese decoration style of red and black colors.

The striking color scheme, the imitation bronzes on the glass display case, and the young lady wearing a white cheongsam on the right hand side of the door and performing the tea ceremony all make him feel that this is a restaurant that blends modern style and ancient culture.

And like the flower and Japanese food he ate, this restaurant has no hall, only private rooms, which provides excellent privacy for those who come to the banquet.

By the time we entered the private room, eight sets of delicate cutlery had been placed on the large black round table.

Guan Nushan sat on the upper seat opposite the door, with Lin Dingqiang's position on his left hand side and Zhou Jingming on his right hand side.

Zhou Jingming asked people to take out the prepared Xifeng wine, and said with a smile: "Boss Guan, this shop is one of the more famous Chinese restaurants in our Chang'an, you can taste their craftsmanship later and see if it suits your appetite." ”

Guan Nushan said politely: "Lao Zhou, you are too polite! Even if we go to the street to eat a bowl of mutton steamed buns, a bowl of meatball paste and spicy soup, and then eat a membrane! As long as the person is right, everything we eat will feel fragrant!"

"No problem, I'll accompany you to eat the most authentic mutton steamed bun early tomorrow morning. Zhou Jingming said decisively.

About five minutes later, several waiters walked in with appetizers, and after serving the food, they introduced, "Ladies and gentlemen, this is a lobster sashimi platter." ”

Lin Dingqiang looked at the exquisitely shaped square box with a piece of lobster meat that could be swallowed in one bite, supplemented by dace, arctic shellfish, sea bream and other ingredients, which instantly reminded him of the discomfort after eating Japanese food.

"Boss Guan, please. Zhou Jingming leaned over and warmly invited: "Mr. Lin, please." ”

Lin Dingqiang smiled and took a bite of shellfish, but it seemed that Guan Nushan didn't like to eat this kind of raw and cold food, he took a small chopstick fish meat, and after putting it in his mouth, he raised his wine glass, "Old Zhou, come." ”

Zhou Jingming put down his chopsticks and held the cup with both hands, "Boss Guan, I respect you." ”

As soon as the wine of the two was over, Zhou Jingming filled another glass and saluted Lin Dingqiang, "Mr. Lin, meet for the first time." ”

"President Zhou, I respect you. ”

After drinking, Zhou Jingming asked curiously: "Is Mr. Lin also a pigeon fancier?"

Lin Dingqiang wiped the corners of his mouth and responded: "No, I'm just touching the light of the boss and coming to see the world." ”

"Xiaolin, don't be modest. Guan Nushan calmly introduced: "Old Zhou, this Mr. Lin is a rising star in the capital recently. At a young age, I am a member of our Beijing Chang'an Club and the Beijing Hong Kong Island Jockey Club!

"There are also the red wineries in Diancheng and the four-flower milk in the capital!" Guan Lan added coldly.

Zhou Jingming was surprised when he heard this, and said that there were many stubborn lords in the imperial city. Lin Ding in front of him is no more than 30 years old, he has such a big industry, and he can also be praised by Guan Nushan, presumably in addition to being rich, there is also a character worthy of handover.

As soon as Guan Nushan's words fell, a man a few years younger than Lin Dingqiang on the side asked, "Chang'an Club?"

Zhou Jingming glanced at the man and introduced, "Boss Guan, Mr. Lin smiled." This is the dog Zhou Gaozhe. ”

Zhou Gaozhe seemed to think of something, and he hurriedly asked: "A few days ago, a big thing happened to us here. ”

Guan Lan remembered the story in the car and asked curiously, "What kind of legend is it?"

"It's not a legend. Zhou Gaozhe said seriously: "We have a club called Tianque here. Not long ago, it was bought by a capital boss. It is said that the boss is the person in the Chang'an Club that Uncle Guan said!"

Everyone's eyes looked at the calm Lin Dingqiang, and Zhou Gaozhe asked curiously: "Mr. Lin, could this person be you?"

Lin Dingqiang didn't admit it, but just smiled mysteriously.

Sometimes not speaking is more powerful than speaking.

Guan Nushan looked at Lin Dingqiang's expression, laughed heroically, and said jokingly: "Xiaolin! Your business has been made in the capital! Don't tell me about it, it's not interesting enough!"

Lin Dingqiang raised his glass, "Boss Guan, President Zhou, why don't we go and have a look after dinner?"

"Oh! that's where you young people play. Zhou Jingming, as an old Chang'an native, naturally knew what kind of place Tianque was, "I'll have some tea with Boss Guan later, and you can go play!" ”

The dishes of the next meal are quite exquisite, and the waiter will report the name of each dish.

In addition to the seemingly ordinary but complicated state banquet dishes such as boiling water cabbage, what surprised Lin Dingqiang the most was a dish that seemed to be a raw egg, but was actually a dessert.

The chef used clear white fungus soup to make the appearance of egg white, and used mango pulp to restore the appearance of egg yolk. Put the two in the eggshell, you really have the ability to confuse the real thing.

Even Guan Nushan was bluffed by this dish, but after eating it, he also praised it. He even asked the restaurant manager to invite the chef to write down the four big words "the best in the egg" in front of him, and stamped his own seal.

Guan Lan took advantage of the fact that a few people were appreciating the words, and quietly went to the front desk to settle the bill according to Guan Nushan's instructions.

In Guan Nushan's opinion, the accommodation has been solved by Zhou Jingming, and it is better to pay for the meal out of his own pocket, so it is not a bad favor.

But Guan Lan was embarrassed to find that this restaurant did not support WeChat and Alipay, and the cash was not enough, so she had to send a message to Lin Dingqiang.

Lin Dingqiang, who was sitting in the private room, walked out of the private room in the name of the toilet after seeing the news.

"Come on, Ka. Lin Dingqiang came to the front desk and handed over his card to Guan Lan.

Guan Lan said repeatedly: "I'll transfer it to you on WeChat." ”

"There's no hurry. ”

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As soon as Lin Dingqiang's words fell, he saw the consumption text message from the bank, gave a thumbs up, and said to Guan Lan out of sight: "These four words of your father are really valuable!"

Guan Lan was also amused, "He! Just take this opportunity to flaunt himself as a cultural person! Why don't you see him writing or painting in front of your father-in-law? Let's go, Tuhaolin!"

"Eh!" Lin Dingqiang smiled: "Don't call me a local tyrant, that seems to be unqualified!"

Guan Lan recalled the song of her childhood, pursed her lips and smiled: "Our family is poor, your family is wide, and your family has a big stack of urinals!

"Hey!" Lin Dingqiang's memories were instantly pulled back to when he was a child, and he pouted, "You can talk about this! My family's great business is foreign wax!"

Guan Lan patted Lin Dingqiang's shoulder like a brother, "Yes!