Zhao Shuang said with a smile: "A Songbo, don't just talk about others. You should also renovate your shop. Although your craftsmanship is well-known throughout the ancient city, in today's society, good wine needs to be hidden in a remote alley."
"Oh, girl, you always expose my shortcomings. I won't decorate this shop. What I want is the original charm. This is an old shop, you know? The older, the better..." The old man in his fifties said with a smile as he walked out.
Zhao Shuang shook his head helplessly, pointed at the plate of rice sausage that had just been served and said, "Forget about this old man, he is just stubborn. But his rice sausage is really delicious. There is almost no one in the whole Lijiang Ancient City that can compare with Asongbo's. Come, let's try it."
Gege couldn't wait to pick up a piece with chopsticks and put it in her mouth. After just two bites, she said with shining eyes, "Delicious! Really delicious!" As she said that, she raised a thumb and said, "Xiao Shuang, are you familiar with this Asongbo?"
Zhao Shuang was also eating with his mouth full of oil. He nodded and said, "Yeah, very familiar. I lived next door when I was a child. My family and Asongbo have been neighbors for nearly forty years. My father and Asongbo grew up together. Later, my father made some money and bought a new house to live in. But I still come to Asongbo's place to eat often. Asongbo is a very nice person."
Yang Jing also said: "It can be seen that this old man is a good person. Only a good person can make such delicious food."
Zhao Shuang smiled and said, "If Asongbo hears what you said, he will definitely give you another dish."
Gege put down her chopsticks and said, "The dishes made by Asongbo are really delicious. With such good food, his restaurant should be very popular. Why aren't there many people?"
"That's what I just said." Zhao Shuang also put down his chopsticks. "A Songbo's cooking skills are beyond reproach. My father said that Asongbo's ancestors cooked for the prefect of Lijiang Prefecture during the Qing Dynasty. His family's cooking skills were handed down from his ancestors. But Asongbo is very stubborn and has always insisted on the rules passed down by his ancestors. Just like this shop, as long as he does a little advertising and renovates it well, he will definitely become famous with his cooking skills. It's not like now. How can you make a lot of money just by relying on locals and repeat customers?"
Yang Jing said: "This may be the so-called different people have different aspirations. We think that with Asongbo's craftsmanship, he should be able to make a lot of money, but for Asongbo, this kind of carefree life, a life without pressure, isn't it a kind of enjoyment?"
Zhao Shuang opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he could only shake his head helplessly.
The dinner was quite pleasant, and the bill was quite affordable. It was not that Asongbo gave a discount for Zhao Shuang's sake, but that the meal was not discounted at all, and was still so cheap that Yang Jing and the others felt a little unbelievable.
After returning to the hotel and having a good night's rest, the four of them set out again early the next morning. This time their destination was no longer to climb mountains, but to play in the water.
There are two destinations today, one is the famous "First Bay of the Yangtze River", and the other is the equally famous Tiger Leaping Gorge.
The First Bay of the Yangtze River, located in the ancient town of Shigu Town, is very close to Lijiang, and it didn’t take long for them to arrive there by car.
After the Jinsha River emerges from the high mountains and deep valleys of the Hengduan Mountains, it suddenly makes a sharp turn of more than 100 degrees at this place, turning from directly south to northeast, forming a huge "V" shaped bend.
An ancient poem says, "The river turns around here, rushing into the Central Plains with a magnificent view." People call this rare wonder in the world "The First Bay of the Yangtze River."
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