Fu Lin Mun is the top Chinese restaurant in Hong Kong City, most of the rich people in Hong Kong City love to dine here, Ji Huai'an ordered the wedding banquet in the small book, also from this restaurant, the price is as high as more than 100,000 tables.

Ruan Jiaojiao became a regular customer of this restaurant soon after returning to Hong Kong City, and had previously paid a high price to hire the retired owner of this restaurant, Mr. Fu, to come out again.

Of course, she couldn't ask an old man in his seventies to cook for her, but she just helped to check and guide his eldest son to cook.

The fried chicken made by Mr. Fu is the signature of Fu Linmen, which beats those expensive abalone cucumber wings and lasts for a long time.

The recipe for this dish is extremely complicated, requiring you to pick up a three-yellow chicken with your left hand, take the boiling oil with your right hand and pour the chicken with a spoon, pour it on the front and back more than 600 times, air dry it twice, and it takes eight hours to make.

The delicacy is quite tasty.

Although Ruan Jiaojiao has never eaten the fried chicken made by the old man Fu himself, his eldest son, who was stamped by the old man himself, has already made it, which really amazed Ruan Jiaojiao's taste buds.

The signature dishes are so delicious, and the other dishes don't disappoint either, how can Fu Lin Mun be known as the Shaolin Temple of Cantonese cuisine, known as the pinnacle of Cantonese cuisine, and a restaurant that has always served the top rich.

It's just that it's easier to taste than other dishes, but this fried chicken is really not delicious, and it's limited to five per day, and you can only get it by appointment.

Even if people like Guan Yurong and Lu Feng go to it, it is unlikely that they will be able to eat it, after all, it will take eight hours to eat it after doing it on the spot.

"I didn't have an appointment...... I don't know if we have a fate with fried chicken in the past now. Ruan Jiaojiao was held by Tang Sijia's arm, and the two slowly descended the steps, "But even if you can't eat it today, you will definitely be able to eat it tomorrow." ”

Tang Sijia was not disappointed, with her understanding of Fu Linmen, the dish of fried chicken was at least scheduled for next month, and it was already very rare to eat it tomorrow!

"It's got to be you, gillian!" Tang Sijia put her head on Ruan Jiaojiao's shoulder.

With fried chicken, those snacks are nothing!

Even if the remaining seven are not delicious, she will not be sad.

That's the fried chicken she can't eat a few times a year!!

With Tang Sijia, who was familiar with the road, Ruan Jiaojiao and Cao Kangfusheng turned around, went around from the alley to the main road, and arrived at the crowded Fulinmen gate after a while.

FLM business is really good, it can be said that looking at the whole Hong Kong city, there is no restaurant that can compare to here, aside from those rich and famous, many middle-class people will also come here to entertain guests, even if it is the location of the hall, you have to rely on reservations.

Groups of people made reservations by phone, and after confirming with the waiter in red suits and vests at the door, they were led into the inner hall.

Ruan Jiaojiao didn't make an appointment, but her face was a pass.

Some time ago, she often came to dine with Ji Huai'an and his party, and after three or five times, the foreman went up to the kitchen staff of the restaurant, even if she hadn't seen her, she knew that there was a distinguished guest named Miss Ruan.

Their description of Ruan Jiaojiao is one word - beautiful.

Anyway, there is no need to introduce more, as long as you see the most beautiful person in the crowd that you think you have seen in your life, it must be Miss Ruan.

As soon as the two waiters who had arranged for the guests to sit came out of the hall, they saw Ruan Jiaojiao and the four people waiting by the table.

A waiter's eyes lit up, and he immediately trotted forward, and he turned his head and went back to find the foreman, they had all served Ruan Jiaojiao before, and of course they couldn't forget this distinguished guest.

In addition to the boss's orders, they didn't dare to snub her just by the tips Ruan Jiaojiao had given.

Fu Linmen is now managed by the two sons of Old Man Fu.

One is responsible for kitchen management and dish development; A master is responsible for the operation and management of the restaurant.

But in fact, these two brothers have made good dishes, and they have also served Ruan Jiaojiao at the door.

Ruan Jiaojiao had privately promised the two brothers that as long as they wanted, they were welcome to come to their homes to work at any time, or if they wanted to open their own restaurants, Ruan Jiaojiao could also fund to help them, as long as they left a special box for her.

Brothers who manage together and hold the same shares will inevitably take different paths because of disagreement.

Ruan Jiaojiao is not provoking relations, but just giving a promise to give them one more choice.

Although neither of them agreed, the special box did leave one for Ruan Jiaojiao, after all, Ruan Jiaojiao is now a person that many wealthy businessmen in Hong Kong City are vying to please, and it is their honor that she likes their restaurant.

The foreman in a black suit and vest soon came to receive them, and while talking to Ruan Jiaojiao, he walked through the hall and prepared to go to the special elevator to the top floor box.

When she walked to the hall, Tang Sijia didn't move, she tiptoed slightly and whispered to Ruan Jiaojiao.

Then Ruan Jiaojiao nodded, ready to go to the rest and waiting area on the side of the hall to sit down, and order food there, so that Tang Sijia could observe the guests in the hall and write her little article.

The fried chicken has already been booked, which is expected, anyway, in addition to the fried chicken, Ruan Jiaojiao doesn't need to order the dishes on the side, and directly asks the foreman to arrange a copy for them.

One menu, all of them.

The portion of Cantonese cuisine is not very large, and one menu plus two buckets of rice is enough for Fusheng to eat.

The foreman went down to arrange, and Ruan Jiaojiao accompanied Tang Sijia to observe.

The people in the hall are all well-dressed people, all of them are middle-level and above, and they are not too short of money.

After all, at the end of the seventies, a vegetarian dish would cost seventy or eighty blessings, and it was impossible to enter the door without ordering a family background.

Waiters in red vests weave through the crowd of cups and lamps, serving them delicacies with white smoke.

At a table near the lounge area, a family celebrates the birthday of an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy, who is smiling very happily and looking very happy.

The same waiter, who looked to be eighteen or nineteen years old, served them dishes, his eyes fell on the white cake in front of the birthday boy's eyes, his hand movements paused, and there was an emotion in his eyes that people couldn't ignore, as if they were envious.