Lei Qianjun took Song Yiran to a private restaurant hidden in the alley.

There is no concept of private cuisine yet, but the business model of this restaurant is based on private cuisine.

The scale of the restaurant is not large, it is hidden in a courtyard in the alley, and only three tables a day are entertained. If you want to eat, you don't necessarily have a seat if you book in advance.

Song Yiran knew about this shop, and in later generations, there were many reports about this bullish private restaurant. They are three generations of grandparents and grandchildren to take care of this shop together, I heard that the ancestor is the imperial chef in the Qing Palace, leaving a lot of food hand-tied, after some research and experiment, the dishes in the store, the taste has their own characteristics, both delicious, and healthy, very sought after.

In the later era, when everyone pursued natural taste, the old man who founded the private cuisine was already in his eighties, and he had long stopped cooking, and the restaurant was naturally handed over to his son and grandson. However, the old people who came to the private restaurant when they were children said that the old man's cooking skills, his children and grandchildren only learned six or seven points, and if you want to talk about the taste, it has to be the old man's craftsmanship, which should be the first.

Song Yiran had only heard of this private restaurant in her previous life, and she didn't have the opportunity to try it in person, at that time, the private cuisine was very popular, and the appointments were scheduled until a few years later, and she didn't have the time to wait. I didn't expect to be able to go back to this time and try the old man's craftsmanship in person.

That's nice.

On the big kang near the window of the west wing, a kang table that can accommodate six people to eat at the same time is placed. That table is not the same thing as the kang table used in the countryside of Northeast China. The table legs are carved with technology, and the wood does not know what kind of wood it is, the more you use it, the brighter it is, and the texture looks very beautiful.

A young man in his twenties, wearing a white apron with blue edges, came over to apologize, "Two, I'm sorry, the original table was supposed to be in charge of my father, but the old man only made these three dishes, and suddenly felt unwell." I made the rest of the dishes. I'm young, and I'm not at home yet, so I apologize to the two of you. In order to apologize, we will give you a chance to cut in line, and we are waiting for you to come again. ”

That's a beautiful thing to say!

In other words, they don't need to rule it out, and if they want to come one day, they can come over and eat again at any time. It would be against the principle to do so.

"Is your father okay?" she is a doctor, and if there is an emergency, she can help.

The young man waved his hand, "It's not a big deal, thank you two for your concern." The two of you use it slowly, don't bother. ”

Everyone said so, Song Yiran naturally didn't meddle anymore, nodded slightly, and watched the young man leave the house.

There are six dishes on the table, fragrant and delicately presented, and they look delicious.

"It's a shame that only the two of us eat such a delicious dish. You should call your aunt and Yingying and try it together. ”

"There's still a chance. Don't we have the right to cut the queue once, and we'll bring them with us next time!"

It's also oh, a rare two-person world, so let's not talk about this.

"I'm so hungry, I'm hungry, eat. Song Yiran's index finger moved, "What is the reputation of these dishes, they look strange and delicious! Hey, there are words on the plate." ”

Lei Qianjun helped her take the plate, and said softly: "I heard that all the utensils in this shop were designed by the owner himself, and I went to find the kiln to burn them." ”

"Wow, so attentive! This plate is so beautiful! The mutton is so tender!" Song Yiran took a bite of the grilled lamb chops, and his eyes narrowed with beauty. The mutton is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, the meat is marinated with special ingredients, you can't eat a little taste, you bite down, the meat juice bursts in the mouth, and the crispy skin is so delicious that it flies!

Lei Qianjun saw that she was happy to eat, and vigorously served her vegetables.

"Brother Lei, you don't have to pick up vegetables for me, I'm not without long hands!" Song Yiran felt at this moment that the most painful thing in the world might be dieting, the food was in front, and he was desperately enduring his saliva, how uncomfortable it was!

After eating the grilled lamb chops and drinking the mushroom soup, the pores of the whole body seem to open together, from the head to the stomach, and then from the stomach to the feet, there is really a hearty feeling.

The soup was so fresh that there seemed to be hundreds of mountain delicacies dancing on the tip of the tongue, and the silky thick soup slipped smoothly all the way into the stomach, and a faint joy was immediately born in my heart!

Glad.

This meal was too worthwhile, much more than Song Yiran's expectations.

When he came out of the private restaurant, Song Yiran was still quietly sighing, in fact, is his son's craftsmanship really inferior to Lao Tzu?

Not necessarily!

The age is different, and the taste naturally changes.

Just like the sky was blue in the eighties, the wind and sand in the capital were very strong. But 40 years later, when blue skies are hard to see, people are concerned about smog, and they have to wear filter masks when they take a turn in the morning.

In the eighties, there was no genetically modified technology, and at this time the food source was reassuring, or rather, no one cared about the source of the food at all!

Because they are green and healthy!

The craftsmanship has not been lost, and the children and grandchildren have not done their best, although the taste has changed, it is because the taste of the food itself has changed!

She's lucky to be back at this time.

"Go to the movies?"

"What's new?"

Lei Qianjun shook his head, "If you want to see it, you can see it when you go back to the compound." ”

"I'm a little tired, otherwise let's go back and save my aunt from worrying. ”

Lei Qianjun nodded, "Okay, listen to you." The two of them were fine, and they took the car back to the compound.

Xu Yinghong had been looking forward to it for a long time, when Lei Qianjun and Song Yi didn't come back, she had been sitting on the sofa and waiting, and when she saw the two of them coming back, her mood suddenly relaxed a lot.

"I've been waiting for you, have you eaten?"

"Auntie, we've eaten. ”

Lei Yingying rushed when she heard the voice, "Oh, sister-in-law, if you don't come back, my mother will become a 'princess'." ”

"Go!"

Lei Yingying hid her face and smiled, pointing to her room, she was going back to review.

The progress of the capital is much faster than that of Haishi, and the things she learns are also a little different, so she has to work hard to catch up.

Song Yiran nodded, signaling her to hurry back and read the book, if there is anything she can say tomorrow.

"Ranran, how are you doing at school? ”

Well, her future mother-in-law is forever worried that she won't eat well.

"It's good! Although the school food can't be compared with home, the taste is okay, and you can get used to it after a few meals!"

Xu Yinghong hurriedly said: "Don't wronged yourself, if the money is not enough to spend, you must tell me!"

Song Yiran smiled, "Auntie, I really don't need it, the school still has subsidies!"

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