There is a restaurant in Yangzhou City, not open in the most lively street, but also far away from the city center, at first glance, it looks like a small door of the house, is not the door beam obliquely hung this pear blossom wood plaque and obliquely inserted under the eaves of the paper paste lantern with the word "food", no one can see that this house is actually a treasure that has been made, the old plaque does not know who with a carving knife to cut off the four big characters - there is a restaurant. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Oh, what a strange name.

In the kitchen, Bai Liuye, who was running the hall, and the kitchen maid Caicai were holding their breath and watching the people in front of them busy in front of the stove unhurriedly, the little hen weighing one and a half pounds plucked the feathers and cleaned up the seven, seven, eight, eight And he hummed a little song to himself, fiddling with the cabbage in the basin and picking carefully.

"This.... Miss.. You see, the third prince is your favorite, on the ability to take care of the house, the chasing wind in the yard is not as good as him, or let's change one, the seventh prince, I think it's very good, if not, the twelve princes who just came this morning are also okay..."Before the words fell, the person on the stove glanced sideways, so he didn't make a sound, and he stomped his feet and left the kitchen.

"Sixth master, go to the yard and dig out the wine I buried last year, go out from the kitchen, and take twenty steps to the south."

"Gotta ~ " Bai Liuyi flew out in smoke.

It didn't take long for Caicai to bring the already white and clean Third Prince into the kitchen. There seemed to be a little tear in his eyes.

The person on the stove did not hesitate, after the water in the pot was boiled, the little hen and the third prince were put in, with the ham tendons, dried scallops, fish maw and other small objects that had been prepared long ago, and then took out the re-stewed clear soup, beat the foam with a small spoon, then covered the pot, squinted at the fire with a pair of phoenix eyes, and said: "This time it only takes 4 hours, you look at the fire, you know the rules, you are not allowed to open the lid, and call me when the time comes." Nana nodded, took the fan and began to look at the stove carefully.

Leaving the kitchen, just in time for Bai Liu to come in with a stall, there was still an extra object in his hand, "Miss, look, someone sent it just now, it's for you." “

On the top of the mahogany box lies a letter, and the words "Evening Words and Enlightenment" are written in a light and handsome font.

"Oh.... Late words, it's been a long time since no one has called this name. “

I forgot how long it had been since no one had called this name, Mo Wanyan's heart sank, and an unspeakable look appeared on his face, probably a letter from the old man, Bai Liuye thought so, stuffed the box and wine jar into Wanyan's arms, and then went into the kitchen to accompany the dishes to watch the fire.

Mo Wanyan went up to the second-floor building with her things, pushed the door into the room, her hands trembled unconsciously, and she was afraid that she would not be able to open the letter after trying a few times, so she finally breathed steadily, and read out the letter word by word:

"My sister said late, have you ever been okay? Twenty years of farewell, the foolish brother has not been with a letter, very ashamed, this time presumptuous, I hope you forgive me, for there is something to ask for... Three days later, the house gathered, and all hopes agreed. Mu Ransheng. “

Mo Wanyan opened the wooden box, and there was a desirable buckle lying quietly inside, the red silk thread had long faded, but the appearance was still new, and there was no wrinkle, which showed that it was carefully preserved.

Mo Wanyan couldn't help laughing, if Mu Ransheng thought that he could invite himself with a consensual button, then he would not have been in Yangzhou City for twenty years, and he had never met in Yangzhou City, after all, he Mu family had been an official in Yangzhou for generations, and Mu Ransheng was the current Yangzhou Taishou.

Mo Wanyan has been running this restaurant for many years, and has moved to Yangzhou for nearly 20 years, and not many locals know about this shop, and most of the people who come to the store are Mo Wanyan's old customers, who have traveled thousands of miles here. Someone once commented on Mo Wanyan: The owner of a restaurant is a very mysterious woman, and her craftsmanship is first-class, but the most important thing is that she can satisfy her wishes by eating her dishes. But not everyone can eat it, because the proprietress often says that without fate, there will be no good ingredients to fulfill wishes. I once heard that the proprietress was a royal chef in Gaochang, and some people said that the boss was actually a teacher of Penglai, who knows, only know that the proprietress is not old, and she has been doing it for decades, with her "restaurant restaurant" plaque, where she goes, where she will open a store.

There are so many rumors in the market, Mo Wanyan just smiled faintly when he heard it, if those diners really knew themselves, then their own restaurant might not be able to continue.

But think about it, I have been in this small Yangzhou for 20 years, and Mu Ransheng's letter reminded me, is it time to go to the appointment three days later, and it is time to set off again?