Of course, before going to Fucheng, Fang Yan went around to tell Grandpa Niu, "Grandpa Niu, I have something to do and need to take the afternoon train back."
As he spoke, he stuffed two freshly bought, still-warm meat buns into Grandpa Niu's arms.
By the time Grandpa Niu came to his senses and remembered to return the meat buns, Fang Yan, along with Xiaoyuzai and Qibei, had already run far away.
"I'd like a refreshing fish soup, a bitter melon stir-fried with eggs, and a pork belly stir-fried with soy sauce."
Today, she came to Fucheng to gather information, so naturally she had to spend some money.
Fang Yan entered Fucheng and ordered a soup, a vegetable dish, and a meat dish.
"knew."
Since she only ordered three dishes, there was no need to write them down. The staff member tossed those three words to her and then went to the kitchen.
"Mommy, it's so beautiful inside!" Little Fish opened his big eyes and looked around curiously.
"I've never seen such a beautiful house before."
He even made a rather serious remark.
Fang Yan was almost amused by his mature tone, as if he had seen a lot of houses before.
"From now on, Mom will work hard to earn money, and you should study hard and exercise. Let's work together and try to see more beautiful houses in the future, okay?"
"Is there a house more beautiful than this?" Little Fish asked, his eyes wide.
Fang Yan patted his little head, "Of course there is."
Not to mention the vastness of the world, even within our own country, from south to north, from east to west, architectural styles vary greatly, and interior decoration is equally diverse, offering plenty to see.
The little fish's black grape-like eyes widened even more, and then it nodded emphatically, "Okay."
He likes to look at such a beautiful house.
Afraid of being left behind, Qibei got up from the ground, put its front paws on Fang Yan's legs, and barked softly at her, "Woof woof woof..."
It means: I'm going to see some beautiful houses too, don't forget me!
Just now, the restaurant also refused to let Qibei in.
Fang Yan spoke a lot of kind words to Qi Bei, and then put the leash on Qi Bei in front of him. She made the leash herself and repeatedly assured him that Qi Bei would not bark randomly, let alone scare or bite people.
If the chibee barks and runs around, scaring others, they will leave immediately.
Fang Yan was sincere, and she put a leash on Qibei and made a promise.
In addition, there are now requirements regarding whether pets can enter public places.
The staff consulted with their supervisor, who then approved the request and allowed the vehicle to enter.
That's why we're in this situation, with the leash tied to the chair Fang Yan is sitting on, and Qi Bei standing beside her.
Pat its head, "I know, I won't forget to bring you along."
I wonder if it's because tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival?
Is it because the prices here are too high that so few people come here to eat?
The restaurant was quite large; a quick glance revealed about seventeen or eighteen tables of varying sizes, but only about a third of them were actually occupied.
Fang Yan has a habit of only going to private rooms.
If she's dining in, she prefers to choose a quiet, secluded spot, preferably by the window.
Today is no exception.
However, the main hall of Fu Cheng is square and regular, and you can see every corner at a glance.
Fang Yan then chose a table in the southeast corner.
Because this is the furthest point from the other tables, and because of the arrangement of the tables and chairs, she can use the blind spots to "hide" the chibe under the table so that people won't notice it at first glance.
With few customers, the food was served quickly.
From placing the order to serving the food, it only took a dozen minutes.
That speed is undeniably fast.
While serving the dishes, Fang Yan was racking her brains, trying to figure out how to subtly inquire about Zhang Weicheng without arousing suspicion.
However, before she could come up with a plan, the staff put the dishes on the table and walked away quickly, leaving her speechless.
Fang Yan was speechless for a long time. No matter how well the decoration was done, if the restaurant could only last three to five years, it would make her poor for three generations!
In the end, Fu Cheng Hotel couldn't last a year before it had to close down.
Of course, that's a story for another time.
The person had already gone far away, and since she hadn't come up with a solution yet, Fang Yan temporarily put aside her purpose of coming here to eat and ladled a bowl of fish soup for Xiao Yuzai.
I also added some fish meat and put it in another empty bowl to cool, to give to Qibei later.
"Mom, I still prefer your soup, it's so delicious."
Little Fish took a sip of fish soup, then suddenly turned his head and said to Fang Yan.
This bowl of fish soup costs ten yuan.
Is it hard to eat?
Fang Yan quickly took a bite as well, and it was actually not bad.
The crucian carp had probably only recently died, and the chef figured it wouldn't affect the taste or flavor, so he used it to fill the dish.
Little did I know, having never eaten anything good before, he would treat any small piece of fish, even if it hadn't been deodorized, as a delicious delicacy.
In just one or two months, Fang Yan's cooking skills had spoiled this little mouth.
Although he couldn't yet articulate the specific differences between the fish soup in front of him and the one his mother cooked.
But he knew that his mother's cooking was better than what he ate here.
"The house is so beautiful, why is the food so bad?"
The little guy sighed to himself.
Is there any necessary relationship between home renovation and cooking skills?
Fang Yan smiled with the corners of her lips up, "The taste is a tiny bit worse than what Mom cooks, but it's still pretty good."
It's not even worth ten yuan.
Fang Yan then tried the pork belly and bitter melon.
The former could barely score 90 points, while the latter didn't even reach the passing grade.
Perhaps to preserve the bright green color of the bitter melon, the chef used a stir-frying method.
Unfortunately, it was cooked too quickly, and the bitter melon wasn't fully cooked yet.
It also had a fishy smell from the plants.
Although it was edible, Fang Yan had become too picky about her cooking skills, and after taking one bite, she never took another.
The mother and son ate rice with a fish soup and pork belly.
Fang Yan would occasionally sneakily feed Qi Bei some fish and pork when no one was looking.
Although my mother used to say that when eating, one should eat properly.
However, since it was his first time eating in such a beautiful place, and the food wasn't even that good, he would curiously turn his head to look whenever someone moved around.
He was small, and when he sat in the chair, with the table blocking his view, only half of his head was visible. If others weren't paying attention, they wouldn't easily notice that there was a little guy sitting there, curiously looking around every now and then.
Someone moved around again, and Little Fish quietly turned his head away, only to have his view blocked by a chair.
The little guy leaned to one side and stretched his neck out, finally managing to catch a glimpse of him.
But then, as if he had seen some kind of tiger or wild beast, he suddenly pulled his head back and instinctively reached out to grab Fang Yan's clothes...
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