The dinner with Yang Renjie's family was selected at the Dexing Pavilion in Hongkou District. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThis is a time-honored restaurant that makes pure Haibang cuisine, which is very famous in Shanghai and has been in business for decades.

The dregs are fat but not greasy, and the bald lung meat of herring is tender and delicious. Rong Ziyi put down his chopsticks and sighed: "It's really been a long time since I've eaten such authentic Shanghai food." After more than a decade, I almost forgot the taste. ”

Yang Yushi picked up a piece of Dongpo meat and put it on the plate in front of him. The meat had simmered so hard that it trembled and almost melted. Yang Yushi carefully separated the meat skin from the top with chopsticks, put it in her mouth and tasted it, she was also very satisfied, and said with a smile: "Their dishes are well done." Besides, I'm afraid my cousin is tired of eating Western steak, so he misses his hometown food. ”

Because of the business of many foreigners, the Dexing Pavilion does not use screens to separate the spaces like ordinary Chinese restaurants, but introduces a lot of Western-style decoration design and service styles. The hall is very open, but the tables are far apart. Above each table is a separate chandelier, which illuminates the small space with yellow lights. The restaurant invited musicians to play the violin, and the soothing music came like nothing. The waiters are also young men with bow ties.

The sake prepared today was originally an aged flower sculpture with Shanghai cuisine. The warm and hot flower carving, with the addition of finely cut ginger and high-quality wolfberry, is placed in a small blue and white porcelain pot and placed in a row. But Rong Ziyi knew that Yang Renjie liked a high number of liquor, and Yang Yushi didn't like the sweetness of Huadiao, so he called Shanxi Fenjiu and French dry red more.

Not only for the wine, Yang Renjie was also very satisfied with the taste of the food, nodded to Rong Ziyi and said, "Your mother used to like this shop too." She also always said that she was a Shanghainese who had cooked in the taste of this thick red sauce. ”

"My mother has hardly left Shanghai in her life." Rong Ziyi recalled: "I remember I once asked her, are you tired of staying in one place." She shook her head and said, how can you get tired? There are the galloping Huangpu River, the plane trees in autumn, the lively racecourse, and the jubilant Paramount. Every day, new plays and movies are released, and so many foreigners and foreigners gather here every day. Fried buns and small wontons are served on the street corner, and borscht and Portuguese chicken are served for dinner at a Western restaurant. High-rise buildings, alleys, shikumen, neon lights, everywhere you look is a beautiful scenery. Rong Ziyi was a little sad: "Shanghai is her whole world for her!" However, she said to me, you are a boy, you still have to go outside more. I said what if I went out and felt like I wasn't going to come back. She smiled and pointed to me. Rong Ziyi pointed to his heart: "Say, there is a line in your hometown, no matter how high or far you fly, this line will also tie you, pull you, and pull you back." Moreover, the more places you go, the more you will miss this place, and the more you will feel good about coming out of here. ”

Zizhong quietly poured him a glass of wine. Ziyi smiled, raised his glass and drank it all. He played with the wine glass in his hand and sighed: "If my mother knew that the place she once loved so much has now been destroyed by the war, I don't know how she would feel." Sometimes I'm glad she doesn't see it anymore. She didn't see the Huangpu River, which she loved, where several corpses floated every day, and the plane trees she loved had been uprooted in the war. Behind Rong Ziyi's glasses, there seemed to be a faint glow of water. It's just that because the light shines from top to bottom, it's not so noticeable under the reflection of the lenses.

"Cousin." Yang Yushi said with some concern.

Rong Ziyi realized that he was a little out of shape: "I may have drunk a little too much and disturbed everyone's Yaxing." He got up and said, "I'll go to the bathroom." ”

The four of them all looked at Rong Ziyi, who was a little vain in his steps, with a worried face.

"Do you want to go see him?" Mrs. Yang was a little worried, she complained to her husband: "It's all you, nothing to mention his mother to do." ”

Yang Renjie smiled: "I also touched the scene, remembering the situation when my sister was in the past." I didn't expect Ziyi to remember things when he was a child so clearly. ”

"Of course I remember it clearly. Anyway, that's his own mother! It's a pity that he lost his mother's love at a young age. can't complain about Ziyi, it's for this reason that he has always refused to ...... with that Wu Yuzhen" Speaking of this, Mrs. Yang's eyes widened in surprise and swallowed her words back. She really couldn't talk about people casually, because she saw Wu Yuzhen walking into the hotel.

Wu Yuzhen obviously saw the people at their table as well. As a step-room, the relationship between her and her husband's ex-wife's relatives is inevitably awkward. What's more, Yang Renjie has another layer of relationship with her. Now, Rong Ziyi has moved out of the Rong family again, which makes the reasons even more complicated. Even if it was usual, if she could, she would try to avoid meeting with him, let alone now. It's just that she has already stepped into the hotel, so it's not good to pretend that she didn't see it and then exit.

Walking with Wu Yuzhen were Zixiao and Zifan, brothers and sisters, as well as Jiang Yuerong, who was invited to dinner together. The four of them originally talked and laughed all the way. didn't think about it, as soon as she entered the hotel, Wu Yuzhen was dumbfounded. Zixiao and Zifan know some details, but they don't feel anything. Only Jiang Yuerong noticed the change in the atmosphere, but she felt a little strange.

"Second brother over there." Relatively speaking, Rong Zifan had the least mustard in her heart, so she took the lead and walked over. Zixiao also took her mother's arm and followed with Jiang Yuerong.

Rong Zizhong stood up early and took two steps forward to say hello. Yang Yushi also hurriedly stood up to greet him. Mrs. Yang was smiling and was about to get up, when she saw that her husband was still sitting in the seat with a sinking face and a golden knife, she secretly twisted her husband's thigh under the table and dragged him up.

Several people approached and faced each other, all thinking that the other party would speak first, but no one spoke first. Quietly for a while, they all stood in embarrassment, looking at each other.

Yang Yushi opened her mouth, but looking at everyone's expressions, she didn't dare to speak. She looked left and right, some with serious expressions, some with slight smiles, some with ugly faces, and some without knowing it. Suddenly, I felt very ridiculous, and I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Everyone turned their heads to look at her, and Mrs. Yang glared at her fiercely. She shrugged, not trying to explain anything, she didn't want to be the first person to speak today.

"Why are you all standing here?" Finally, a voice broke the embarrassing silence, and it was Rong Ziyi who returned.

He walked over with a smile. It's just that no one could have imagined that he didn't come back alone. Next to him, there was also a Ryoko Fukada.