V1.Chapter 3

The so-called private cuisine refers to a small restaurant "business" that is opened in a residential or office building without a license, no running room, and no fixed menu. Only the chef has the skills. This kind of business with a very low threshold can be done without any effort as long as the chef has the skills.

Huating, with tens of millions of people, can easily carry out tens of thousands of private restaurants, but few can really be remembered by diners. After all, the entry threshold is low, and the quality is inevitably uneven.

Yu's private restaurant is one of the few private restaurants that can make their own name.

The reputation of Yu's private dishes in Huating has even reached the point where even Li Tianlan, a local steamed bun, has heard about them. Most of what he saw and heard naturally came from his grandfather Li Honghe.

The depressed old man also had a brilliant life several decades ago. At the border, the old man mentioned the best flower carvings and braised meat of Yu family in Huating several times, especially the limited production of Yu family's flower carvings. A considerable part of them were given to the top tycoons in Yinlong sea of Zhongzhou every year, and the rest were scarce, It's rarer than 50 years old Maotai.

A few decades ago, Li Honghe was one of the most powerful people in Zhongzhou. He lived in the red wall. He could get more than ten jars of Yu's best flower carving every year. The old man once praised this wine as an immortal in wine. Later, because of his son's accident, he went to the border. Let alone the best flower carving, it was hard to drink the two pot head for a few yuan. In Li village, a bottle of Erguotou can be drunk for a week or even a month. Every time, he takes a sip and praises Erguotou as the holy product of wine. The old man enjoys himself, but Li Tianlan is sad. Naturally, he is deeply impressed by Yu's private dishes mentioned by the old man several times.

The black Audi wandered around the bustling Huating city and finally stopped in front of a deep alley.

"In front is Yu's private food. The car can't drive in. It's still more than 100 meters away."

Qin Weibai, holding a notebook in her hand, whispers that she seems to be in a good mood. Her slender and delicate legs make the population dry. Her delicate and dreamy face adds a touch of elegant and quiet fireworks to her whole life.

"It's really good for wine. It takes courage to open a restaurant in such a place, even a private restaurant."

Looking at the scene in front of him, Li Tianlan said with emotion that they have already left the downtown of Huating. This place can't be regarded as a bird without shit, but if it's remote, it's estimated that no one will deny that there are no high-end residential areas and large companies nearby. Some ordinary people obviously can't afford to eat the private dishes that Yu's family often asks for tens of thousands of dollars, If you want to have a good business, it's more difficult than ever.

"This place doesn't make money from sales. Yu's private dishes have been handed down in Huating for more than a hundred years. This generation of Yu's old man was the leading chef in the red wall a few years ago. In the past, his status was no worse than that of the imperial chef in the Imperial Palace. It is said that many high-level people in Zhongzhou have a special liking for his cooking skills. After coming out of the red wall, the old man opened Yu's private dishes in Huating, and soon became famous. But the old man only served three seats a day, and he had to book three days in advance, never making an exception. So there was no need for too many people here. Three groups of guests a day were enough. "

Qin Weibai got out of the car with the notebook in his hand and led the way.

"An old man with a lot of personality."

Li Tianlan casually replied, but her eyes couldn't help looking at Qin Weibai's back.

Looking from the back, Qin Weibai is still a never fading landscape. His white and tender neck, slender waist, erect hips and straight legs make people subconsciously fantasize.

Li Tianlan's mind subconsciously emerged a sentence.

Every move can become a poem.

Every smile can be painted.

This perfect demeanor is just natural, and it can't even be described as bringing disaster to the country and the people.

"It's very personal indeed. Some time ago, a senior official from Huating accompanied a leader from the imperial capital to dinner. Because he didn't make a reservation in advance, he was directly rejected. It didn't work even if he moved out of the public door. In the end, the two senior officials had to endure it and didn't even dare to say a cruel word."

Qin Weibai walks along the road.

"So fierce?"

Li Tianlan was a little surprised that the feudal autocratic culture of Zhongzhou for more than 2000 years made the ideology of official standard go deep into all levels of Zhongzhou society, and even a part of Zhongzhou culture. Everyone knows that this kind of dross culture is wrong, but it is difficult to change anything.

Does an old man who runs a private restaurant have the courage to turn away two senior officials?

This is not a matter that can be explained by principle at all.

Li Tianlan is thoughtful. From childhood to adulthood, the oppressive life in the primeval forest did not make him crazy. Instead, it made his thinking extremely active and sharp. He could think of all aspects of anything, big or small, useful or useless. When he was very young, Li Honghe taught him the most basic truth: everything, at any time, It's always right to think more.

Qin Weibai's words seem to be very common, but after careful consideration, Li Tianlan always feels that the other party's words seem to have some profound meaning, with unpredictable deep meaning.

"The old man once worked as a chef in the red wall for many years, and he knew many senior executives. One of them appreciated the old man's craftsmanship in particular. This kind of relationship may not help the old man do anything big, but it will never make the old man become bullied."

Qin Weibai's tone became more and more light.

"A cook? Even the chefs in the red wall should not... "

Li Tianlan said to herself.

Qin Weibai smiles and doesn't speak. They have already come to the restaurant of Yu's private house in the deep alley.

Yu's private dishes sound loud, but the appearance is very low-key. It's just a small courtyard. The two wooden doors are very old. There is only one plaque hanging above the door. On the plaque, the word Yu seems to be blurred with years of wind and rain.

Li Tianlan unconsciously glanced at the plaque, and the pace of entering the door suddenly stopped.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and his eyes fixed on the character Yu on the plaque.

How similar is the character Yu in front of us to the character Li on the red sandalwood plaque in the border camp watchtower?

Whether it's verve or glyph, it's exactly the same. It's one person's handwriting.

On the red sandalwood plaque, Li's two characters were written in calligraphy. In the watchtower was his grandfather Li Honghe.

The plaque of Yu family in front of me

Li Tianlan takes a look at Qin Weibai beside him.

The other party brought him here. It's really more than a meal.

Qin Weibai is still standing there quietly, but the look in his eyes is a little pondering: "let's go in?"

"Good."

Li Tianlan said in a deep voice, looking solemn and serious.