Meng Shitong is a freelance writer for a fashion magazine. Naturally, fashion is associated with food, clothing, housing and transportation.
After learning that the city’s old food street, which is very characteristic of the city, is about to be rebuilt, Meng Shitong also invited some friends to come here specially, thinking of taking a walk and taking some photos as a souvenir.
Meng Shitong also plans to do a special interview after the old street is rebuilt to compare the new and old old streets.
The old street is not a long street, but is composed of many crisscrossing streets.
The most representative of these may be the street where Meng Shitong and her friends are now sitting in a small restaurant called "Su Ji".
Because the shops on this street are older, and the entire street is lined with those very simple wooden door panels.
After visiting other blocks that extended in all directions, Meng Shitong and her friends returned to this ancient street. Since it was already afternoon, they planned to find a restaurant here to eat before going back.
Meng Shitong fell in love with "Su Ji" almost at first sight and always felt that this small restaurant was very special.
Now sitting in the restaurant, holding a very special menu in her hand, looking at some of the poetic names of the dishes, Meng Shitong became even more curious about this small restaurant.
He scanned the names of the dishes on the menu and quickly locked onto a dish called "Gold and Silver Playing with the White Lion".
Meng Shitong looked up at the lady boss who was in charge of recording the orders and asked, "What is this dish called Gold and Silver Playing with White Lions?"
When Su Ruoxi heard the other party announce the name of the dish, she felt a little embarrassed because the name was given by her husband. She felt that the name was too elegant and did not suit a small restaurant like Su Ji.
Before Su Ruoxi could open her mouth to explain, the old diner had already taken the lead in explaining.
"You have a keen eye, my dear. You spotted the best dish on the menu at a glance. Actually, the dish is not that special. It is a lion's head, but it is different from ordinary lion's heads."
Old Zhang emphasized: "It's limited. Order quickly if you want to eat it. I guarantee you won't get any loss."
After hearing this from several elderly diners, Meng Shitong became even more curious.
But before she could order the dish, her companion took a look at the price and whispered to dissuade her.
"Shitong, don't order this. It's just a lion's head. It costs 60 yuan each. It's too expensive."
Meng Shitong glanced at her companions, then looked at the prices on the menu, thought for a moment, and then looked up at Su Ruoxi and said, "Then let's have four. It happens to be one for each of us four."
Seeing Meng Shitong ordered directly, her companion couldn't help but pull her and try to stop her.
Su Ruoxi heard this and said, "You guys want to order this? Wait a minute, let me ask the kitchen if they have any left."
Feng Ruoruo, who was standing by her mother's side, heard her mother asking her father if he had any food, and immediately volunteered: "Mom, I'll go ask."
Hearing her daughter say that she would go and ask, Su Ruoxi thought about it and agreed: "Okay, go ask Dad if there are any more of the double soup catfish tofu lion head. There are still a few."
When Feng Ruoruo saw that her mother agreed, she immediately ran to the kitchen. Her short legs ran so fast that it was unclear whether she heard her mother's words clearly.
Meng Shitong looked at her companions and said, "It's okay, let's try it. I'll treat you this time. It's also a chance to experience the traditional food on this old street. Maybe you won't be able to eat it again in the future."
After hearing what Meng Shitong said and seeing that she was going to treat them, the companions naturally stopped saying anything.
On the other side, Old Zhang and Old Lady Liu, a group of old diners, all looked sad when they heard Meng Shitong say "you won't be able to eat it in the future".
Old Zhang sighed and said, "Alas, I have eaten on this old street for most of my life. If this street is gone, I really don't know where to go to eat delicious food."
Old Mrs. Liu also shook her head helplessly and said, "Yes, I'm really worried that I won't be able to eat Su Ji's food for the rest of my life."
Hearing the sentimental words of the old diners, Meng Shitong couldn't help but ask: "Old man, have you eaten in this restaurant for many years?"
Old Mrs. Liu looked at the other old customers and said with a smile, "I have been eating here for most of my life. I used to live nearby, but later I moved away. However, I always come here at least twice a week."
Other old customers also said that they have been eating at Su Ji for many years and they like the taste of Su Ji very much.
Some old customers who live nearby come here to eat twice a day.
Old Zhang said with a look of nostalgia: "Noodles and fried rice at noon, lion's head with the setting sun in the evening, with a side dish and a sip of wine, it's really delicious."
Listening to what Old Zhang said, the scene of that comfortable life came to life, making the three tables of new guests present really yearn for it.
When everyone in the restaurant sighed, Feng Ruoruo ran into the kitchen, looked at her busy father and called out, "Dad."
When Feng Yifan heard his daughter calling him, he did not stop what he was doing. He turned around and said, "I'm here. Ruoruo, is there anything I can help you with? Go ahead. Dad is listening."
But when the little girl was about to ask, she forgot what the dish was called.
Feng Ruoruo suddenly became a little anxious and stood on the other side of the cooking table, at a loss as to what to do.
When Feng Ruoruo was a little nervous, Feng Yifan turned his head to look at his daughter, then smiled and said, "Are you going to ask if there are any dishes left? It's okay if you forgot the name of the dish, just describe it."
The little girl thought for a moment, then said, "I forgot. It was the dish that the auntie mentioned that was made of gold and silver."
When his daughter said this, Feng Yifan actually immediately thought of what the dish was, because he was the one who named the dish and created it for his wife, so naturally he knew what it was as soon as his daughter mentioned it.
"Oh, gold and silver playing with the white lion, huh? Go tell mom there are four left."
Seeing that her father understood what she said, Feng Ruoruo breathed a sigh of relief: "Huh, Dad knows, there are still four left? Then I'll go tell Mom."
Seeing his daughter running out quickly, Feng Yifan shouted, "Run slower, be careful not to fall."
Feng Ruoruo was still very calm. She quickly ran to her mother and said, "Mom, Dad said there are four left."
Su Ruoxi smiled and praised her daughter: "Well, good, Ruoruo has worked so hard."
Meng Shitong found the little girl very interesting and said with a smile: "Thank you, little boss, for your hard work."
Feng Ruoruo hid behind her mother in embarrassment after hearing what she said. She poked her head out a little and said, "You're welcome. If you want to order, hurry up or there won't be any left."
Meng Shitong smiled and nodded: "Okay, then Madam Boss, we'll take the last four."
Su Ruoxi also agreed and gave some suggestions: "Okay, that dish is actually quite filling, you can order a little less for the other dishes."
Meng Shitong expressed her gratitude: "Well, okay, thank you for the reminder, Madam Boss."
Then Meng Shitong ordered a few more dishes that she thought were quite interesting, and she was most looking forward to the “Gold and Silver Playing with White Lion” of which only four pieces were left.
After Feng Ruoruo got the menu written by her mother, she quickly ran into the kitchen and put the menu away, and also reminded her busy father.
"Dad, those four have been ordered by others, please don't give them to others."
Feng Yifan smiled and replied, "Okay, little Princess Ruoruo, don't worry, Daddy will definitely not make a mistake."
Feng Ruoruo turned and ran out, and when she saw that the ordering was over, she returned to her grandfather and listened to him chatting with the familiar grandparents.
What surprised Meng Shitong at first was that although there was only one cook, Feng Yifan, in the kitchen, the speed of serving the dishes was not slow.
The dishes for each table were served quickly in batches.
The first things delivered to Meng Shitong's table were the "Gold and Silver Playing with White Lions" in small cups.