Donglai nodded woodenly.

He was alright; he had gotten used to the coldness and warmth of human relationships in this society. On the contrary, Gangzi still felt a little guilty about it.

However, Lin Yifeng thought this was normal.

Although Quanjude is still quite famous these days, as time goes by, people will no longer be affected by Quanjude's celebrity status in the future.

The main problem is that locals don't eat Quanjude food; it's mostly outsiders who do.

The numerous instances of overcharging customers have led to a sharp decline in Quanjude's reputation.

In addition, Peking duck in Kyoto is actually divided into two schools: hanging oven and closed oven. Quanjude represents the hanging oven style, while Bianyifang is the representative of the closed oven style.

Both shops are century-old establishments, but Bianyifang has not done much advertising and has always focused on doing business in Kyoto. These days, most people outside of Kyoto have heard of Quanjude.

This has made Quanjude the top choice for many tourists visiting Kyoto.

However, no one dwelled on the matter any longer, since it was already over and there was no point in discussing it further.

If something else happens, it won't be too late for Donglai to discuss it with Lin Yifeng.

The group chatted and laughed in the room. After playing Three Kingdoms Kill with Lin Xiuxiu for a while, Lin Yifeng saw that it was almost time and called everyone to come to the street outside.

Before long, bursts of fireworks exploded throughout Kyoto.

The entire city of Kyoto was covered in fireworks, with fireworks being set off in courtyards throughout the alleys and alleys.

Even in front of the Yanjing Hotel, the hotel manager led a group of employees to light fireworks and firecrackers to celebrate the arrival of 1993.

Lin Xiuxiu blinked, unable to move as she watched the dazzling fireworks in the sky.

Everyone else also felt the strong festive atmosphere.

On the streets, many pedestrians who had not yet gone home were also looking up at the night sky illuminated by fireworks.

Lin Yifeng stood with his hands behind his back at the hotel entrance, gazing at the fireworks in the distant sky, the air thick with the smell of gunpowder.

"Cherish the fireworks in the capital."

The crowd dismissed this.

In a few years, when Kyoto's air quality deteriorates and the setting off of fireworks and firecrackers is suspended, the city will lose some of its festive atmosphere.

Not to mention that almost all major cities across the country banned the use of firecrackers afterward.

This has made festivals like the Spring Festival less lively than before.

That night, New Year's Day celebrations continued until 1 a.m., when other places gradually stopped setting off fireworks.

Back at the hotel, everyone celebrated New Year's Day together.

Lin Yifeng gave everyone a red envelope, and everyone went back to their rooms to rest early.

Early the next morning.

Because it's New Year's Day, most places in Kyoto have this short holiday, and everyone chooses to take a good rest on this day.

After everyone had a good rest in the morning, they started thinking about their plans for the day.

After all, I had made an appointment with the female tour guide to visit the Great Wall tomorrow.

Today, everyone has decided to make their own arrangements.

Lin Yifeng instructed Bai Yejin to take Zhou Xuelan and Lin Xiuxiu to have a good time shopping, and also to have Gangzi accompany the two of them.

Donglai, on the other hand, planned to visit Bianyifang to see if he could negotiate to get some roast ducks to sell back home.

Lin Yifeng was also planning to go with Donglai to see if they could reach an agreement on this matter.

After the division of labor was clarified, both sides were divided into two teams.

The group went shopping at the mall, while Lin Yifeng and Donglai went to deal with the roast duck matter.

...

"Master, to Zhengyanglou Restaurant."

Lin Yifeng had just gotten into a taxi with Donglai.

The driver grinned.

"Wow, you've got a pretty discerning palate."

"Only the most expensive ones are made."

"You're an expert."

Lin Yifeng smiled slightly, and Donglai was also a little surprised.

On the way, Lin Yifeng also briefly told him about Bianyifang.

The roast duck here is completely different from Quanjude's. Although it's not cheap either, it mainly caters to budget-conscious customers, and the roast duck is slightly cheaper than Quanjude's.

During holidays and festivals, most ordinary people can buy one to try.

Although it's not as big as Quanjude, its reputation in Kyoto is unquestionable.

Seeing the driver's approval, Donglai also felt that this place was good and that it would likely be introduced to Pang Donglai for sale as New Year's goods.

Throughout the journey, the driver perfectly embodied the characteristics of a local Kyoto resident, being extremely talkative.

Various outrageous stories were told.

When they heard from the east that they had already eaten at Quanjude, they gave them an even harsher scolding.

In short, this food is okay, but I don't recommend eating it; it's all designed to rip off tourists.

Locals who want to eat roast duck go to Bianyifang or other time-honored brands.

Kyoto has more than just one "Quanjude" restaurant; there are plenty of other delicious roast duck restaurants in the city.

When we dropped him off at Zhengyanglou, the driver pointed to the restaurant and smiled slightly.

"Today is nice, not crowded."

"If you want to eat, it should be served in a little while."

"If you dare to go around the Spring Festival, you'll have a hard time getting in line."

After saying goodbye to the driver, Donglai looked at the restaurant in front of him and couldn't help but gasp.

The entire exterior of the restaurant is decorated in an ancient style. On the large plaque in front of the entrance, five large characters with gold lettering on a black background read "Zhengyanglou Restaurant".

As one of the eight famous restaurants in Kyoto, Bianyifang's best branch is so well-located that it already surpasses many other restaurants.

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