Qiao Nian didn't know that the person she just randomly met on the Tsinghua University campus also knew Fu Ge.
She had already taken a bus to a small restaurant that someone had suggested served authentic mutton hotpot.
"Miss Qiao, we're here."
The car entered an ancient alley and parked outside. They walked in. It was Saturday, and Ye Wangchuan seemed to have brought her to a tourist attraction. The narrow alley was full of tourists with accents from all over the country. There were many small shops of ten square meters on both sides of the road, selling porcelain, antiques, and ten-dollar beaded necklaces.
She originally thought it would take a long time to reach the place he mentioned for dinner, but after many twists and turns, they ended up in front of a courtyard.
You can still hear the chatter of tourists on the front street. Although it is a street away, it is actually a secluded place with winding paths, quiet and leisurely.
There is also a big osmanthus tree planted in front of the door.
In October, the sweet osmanthus is fragrant, and the faint scent of osmanthus can be smelled all over the path.
Gu San seemed to be very familiar with this place. He said with a smile, "Miss Qiao, this is it. The mutton hotpot here is especially delicious. It can be said to be the most authentic mutton hotpot in Beijing. You need to reserve a table half a year in advance, and most people can't get it."
Qiao Nian raised his eyes and looked at the green brick and green tile eaves in front of him, and said leisurely: "Well, I can see it."
Yuan Yongqin bought her a courtyard house in Beijing.
9 digits.
The location is not as good as this one, nor as big as this one.
Opening a shop selling shabu-shabu in a place like this is basically a private dish.
If the word "private" is mentioned in the name of the restaurant, you can't just eat it anywhere.
The price is as authentic as the taste!
Ordinary people may not even have heard of the names of these places, and they will not appear on certain review apps. After all, most people cannot afford to consume there, let alone review their taste.
"Let's go." Ye Wangchuan was familiar with the place and led Qiao Nian in.
Qiao Nian didn’t care. She could afford to eat here by herself, but she just couldn’t reserve a table, so she followed them in casually.
Only Gu San looked at the two of them, each more casual than the other, and then thought about how excited he was just now. He touched the tip of his nose and followed them in panting.
The courtyard was as big as Qiao had imagined, and the interior was in the style of old Beijing. The decoration was not exquisite, and there were no pavilions and towers like those in the south. It was more of the ruggedness and grandeur of northern architecture.
The boss here seems to be very familiar with Ye Wangchuan.
As soon as they entered, the boss came up to them. After seeing Ye Wangchuan, he couldn't stop smiling. He looked in her direction frequently, and no one knew what he said.
Qiao Nian didn't care. He looked around lazily with his dark eyes.
Soon the boss found an empty seat in a private room for them and brought the pot over.
Also served was a red dipping sauce plate that was different from sesame sauce.
Ye Wangchuan picked up the dipping saucer with his pretty hands and placed it in front of the girl who was sitting there playing with her phone. He said in a low voice: "It's a little spicy. If you can't stand it later, tell me and I'll ask the boss to change it for you."
Gu San stared at the red oil dipping sauce dish that was served, and his eyes couldn't turn away. He sighed in his heart, if other guests who came here saw this dipping sauce dish, their eyes would definitely pop out!
There's nothing we can do. Anyone who likes hotpot in Beijing knows that this private restaurant has a lot of rules. This is not allowed and that is not allowed.
If you don't follow the boss's rules, don't eat here anymore.
(End of this chapter)