"Brother Thirteen, it's arranged, let's go to Grandpa Li's place to eat, I also made an appointment with someone, he must be very happy when he sees you, but I haven't told him yet." The usually majestic little army president is as innocent as a child today, which shows the weight of Lao Xing in his heart.

Xing Shisan smiled and said nothing, he guessed that there was no semicolon except Yuan Fatzi.

But speaking of the old man, I really haven't seen him for many years.

In the capital, the most famous private dish is none other than Li's family cuisine, and ordinary people only hear the name, and they have never eaten a meal in their lives.

Their meals are modest, at most one or two tables a day, and they can't order food, unless it's a set meal, no matter how many people come, they only serve eight dishes and one soup, and they can't finish eating and packing, it's not enough, I'm sorry, it's gone.

Of course, the Li family is not exempt from vulgarity, for some high-level magnates, they also can't avoid additional conditions, let's just say Lao Xing, there was no less trouble in the Li family pavilion at the beginning, and the old man Li at that time couldn't wait to use a kitchen knife to chop this little rabbit cub under the knife.

But the Xing family is powerful in the capital, although the Li family also has several juniors who play roles in important official positions, but they are not at the same level as the Xing family.

My heart relaxed, and I found that although the kid of the Xing family was unbearable, he was not as bastard as rumored by the outside world, one in his dozens, one in the dozens, and occasionally he would talk about his heart, and he would become a New Year's friend when he drank.

"Is the old man still cooking"?

"I basically retired, and now it's Uncle Canghai who takes over."

"That elm pimple, you won't smash the Li family's signboard, right?"

"Although Uncle Canghai is a little worse, but the craftsmanship can be passed on, Lijiaguan is still the same as before, business is booming, and the orders after a month are full, if it is not controlled, I am afraid that someone will place an order in advance for a taste of Lijia cuisine in a year or two."

The two of them went down to the café and said word by word.

Weijun's car is not particularly conspicuous, four circles, and it is not up to grade in the capital, but the dense pass on the windshield tells others that even if it hits a sports car, it is best not to touch his Audi.

In the capital, there are many good cars, but the best thing is not the quality of the vehicle, the license plate, the pass, is the most important aspect at the feet of the Son of Heaven.

After all, there are so many people here that many people know to be introverted.

……

Get in the car, turn around, speed up, all in one go, and slowly go towards Wangfujing Avenue.

There are eight major alleys in the capital, and Lijiacai is deeply buried in them.

Their fame is already big enough, and the daily amount is limited, so they are afraid that the business will be too good.

Parking the car at the mouth of the alley, they carefully appreciated the characteristics of the Beijing alley, the small stones that raised slightly underground, and occasionally a city wall grew.

On both sides of the street are the famous snacks in Beijing, which affect people's appetite and give birth to people's stomach digestion.

Under the connivance of Xing Shisan, Lao Guo already had all kinds of snacks in his hands, smiling like a flower, as if he had returned to the age of innocence.

Lijiaguan is in a courtyard, this is a treasure, it marks the prosperity of the capital, the vicissitudes of the testimony, many people want to buy a courtyard but can not get their wish.

It is said that the big people in the capital basically live in the courtyard, which always reminds them of the history of the year, and wakes them up even more, and they can't forget their roots when they are people.

"Uncle Li, we're here, is the dish ready?" As soon as Pang Weijun entered the door, in order to behave in front of his brother, he shouted open.

This will, out of the kitchen out of a man in a chef's uniform, forty or fifty, the appearance of not much to evaluate, the crowd is not eye-catching, Li family cuisine also has a feature, that is, only one person is in charge, from washing vegetables, cutting vegetables to the pot, all done by one person, which is why there are only one or two tables a day.

Cooking is a very tiring job, especially good dishes, only slow work out of fine work, in order to preserve the reputation of the Li family restaurant, each generation of people in charge of the spoon no matter which dish is excellence.

"The guards are here, I just served a table of dishes, you have to wait."

"It's okay, Uncle Li, look at who this is"? Pang Weijun pointed at Lao Xing and asked proudly.

Lao Li stepped forward, curious, looked carefully, startled, and ran towards the kitchen.

A few people thought it was the food paste inside, but they didn't see Lao Li constantly wiping the sweat on his forehead in the kitchen, and shouted in a low voice: "The little devil is back, the little devil is back."

Wei Jun was shocked, how did this Uncle Li do things so roughly, but he also knew that the Li family's kitchen was their taboo, and no one was allowed to visit, so he could only ask helplessly: "Uncle Li, where did you arrange for us?"

Lao Li, who was still in shock, took a deep breath and said, "Go to the bamboo hall!"

I can't help but go back to the past, the little devil left a deep impression on him, once because the way on the dish was slow, the little devil actually set a fire in the courtyard in a fit of anger.

The shortcomings of this courtyard were exposed, and the wooden structure was particularly flammable in case of fire, and although the fire was extinguished in time, a third of it was still burned.

There are too many, just say that the old man's self-brewed bamboo leaf green, hidden in the wine cellar, one day the old man came to drink, opened it and drank a little, it turned out to be ordinary mineral water, and then the little devil said that he leaked his mouth, and he changed the ingredients inside.

In short, this little devil is his nemesis with his father.

He picked up his phone, pressed a phone, and after connecting, quickly said, "Dad, you hurry up and come to the kitchen."

The courtyard of the Li family is big enough, there are small courtyards, there are side halls, just like the ancient mansions, extending a radius of hundreds of meters, the old man is living in the side hall of the courtyard, this will hear the eldest son's headless words, puzzled.

It doesn't look like something big has happened to him, could it be that some old guy is here and needs him to accompany him personally?

Putting on a coat, he decided to check it out anyway.

……

Pang Weijun is familiar with the Li Family Pavilion, although the former Iron Triangle is not there, but he and Lao Yuan are still frequent visitors here.

The vicissitudes of life, that is, the most familiar environment before, after ten years, the modification of the modification, the renovation of the renovation, has long ceased to be the shadow of the past.

There was an indescribable sense of disparity in Lao Xing's heart.

Just like a person, wandering outside for a long time, the moment he comes back after many years, the surrounding mountains have become water, and the surrounding water is still water, although the mountains and water are just an ornament, loss is inevitable.

……

The old man came in a hurry, and he planted his head on a ball of cotton, which was light and fluttering, very soft.

In the next moment, the two of them retreated at the same time, staring-

"Old man, he doesn't walk long"! A wicked person came to the lump of cotton to sue first, and the old man was angry, and said viciously: "The little rabbit cub of the Yuan family, you are so daring, believe it or not, I will sweep you out with a broom"?

Lao Yuan was amused, beckoned and provoked: "You old arms and legs, you are here, but let me tell you, I am a flexible fat man, you are going to fall and be disabled, but it has nothing to do with my Lao Yuan."

"Humph"! The old man stood on his back, snorted coldly and walked towards the kitchen, he thought, could it be that the Yuan family kid made trouble, so that his eldest son couldn't resist? If that's the case, he'll have to consider whether this little rabbit cub is fit to take over the Li Family Pavilion, which he has worked so hard to run.

This is the inheritance left by the ancestors, the Li family was once the chef of the royal dining room, although the dynasty has changed, but the cooking skills have always been the same, if even a small night has to be brought forward by the old man, then the Li family restaurant will sooner or later become a dish of the powerful.

"Dad, you're here, that person is coming to Li's house."

"You know, I just ran into it."

Encountered, the old man is so calm? The sea was confused.

Lao Yuan's call suddenly sounded outside the door: "Lao Li, Lao Litou, where is my brother of the guard?" He's asking me to come over for dinner!"

Li Canghai was stunned for a moment, and there was another demon king, this is the rhythm of demolishing the Li Family Pavilion!

"They are in the Bamboo Hall".

"Just a kid from the Yuan family can scare you like this, how will the Li family pavilion continue to open in the future"? The old man was obviously very dissatisfied with this eldest son.

"You said Yuan Zhigang? Although I'm a little sorry for him, it's not like that, it's the Xing family kid who has disappeared for ten years is back!"

"What"? When Lao Li heard it, this is okay, a puff of wind and smoke rose, how could he still be there.

The sea can't help but wonder, a seventy-year-old man at this speed? Tough enough.

……

"Wei Jun, what kind of wind is it today, I want to invite you Brother Yuan to dinner"? Yuan Fatzi entered the bamboo hall and said with a grin.

Pang Weijun blinked, and asked instead of answering: "Brother Yuan, look at who this is"?

Lao Yuan was stunned for a moment, and glanced at his gaze, as if!

He rubbed his eyes and fixed his eyes, and after about ten seconds, a kind call came from his ear: "Fat Dun'er."

"Brother, is it really you? You don't know that at that time, we traveled to almost every province and every city, but you disappeared as if out of thin air, and we looked for you for three years, three years!" At this time, Lao Yuan Na still had the high spirits just now, which was a kind of bitter farewell, which made people worry.

Lao Xing was very moved, stood up, patted him on the shoulder, and after a while, said apologetically: "I'm sorry for worrying you, I wasn't in a good mood at the time, so I wanted to be alone."

"It's good to come back, nothing else matters, it's been ten years, our brothers have finally gotten together again, I'm going to open a bottle of good wine, and I won't get drunk today"!

"Brother Yuan, Grandpa Li's best wine has been brought by Brother Thirteen." The guards picked up an altar from the ground and saw that it weighed more than ten catties.

At this time, a figure flashed outside the door, it was the old man who came from the wine cellar, in the kitchen, he heard that the little devil was coming, the first one was worried about the bamboo leaf green that had been treasured for more than 30 years in the wine cellar, and sure enough, it was gone.

"Xing family boy, you deceive people too much"! That's his baby, even he usually looks at it, and he is reluctant to drink it at all.

Lao Xing smiled, shook his hand to signal him to be quiet, and said slowly: "Don't be so stingy, Lao Litou, isn't wine just for people to drink, and you think, you once promised to provide me with two taels a month, two catties and four catties a year, and twenty-four catties in ten years, so your altar is already mine."