However, this is actually a local custom of eating copper pot food.
In winter, a hot pot with some warm Shaoxing wine, a bite of meat and a drink, can keep you warm all day.
A short while later, the waiter brought up a steaming copper pot, the soup splashing onto the side and sizzling white steam.
Lin Yifeng picked up his chopsticks and started cooking the meat. Then the Shaoxing wine was served. He enjoyed a mouthful of Shaoxing wine and a mouthful of meat.
Gangzi and Donglai followed suit in imitation.
The two of them were clearly not used to the sour and astringent rice wine combined with the pungent taste of ginger when they first tasted it.
But soon the combination of the rice wine to whet their appetite and the ginger to warm them up made them feel warm from head to toe.
Zhou Xuelan, biting the end of her chopsticks, watched the three of them enjoying themselves and hurriedly waved to Lin Yifeng.
"Let me have a taste!"
Lin Yifeng made her a drink, and Zhou Xuelan also showed a surprised expression.
The alcohol content of rice wine is not high to begin with, and when it is warmed, the sweet and sour taste is quite novel.
Zhou Xuelan couldn't help but sigh.
"I always thought this was for stewing meat."
"I didn't know it tasted this good."
Lin Yifeng smiled.
Shaoxing wine is also a type of condiment, and its categories vary depending on its alcohol content.
The rice wine used for stewing the meat is different from the rice wine they usually drink.
That kind of yellow wine is more bitter and is meant to be drunk with a sweet and sour taste; it's more like a wine without fruit flavor.
After a hearty meal, everyone dried off their sweat inside the restaurant before leaving.
Everyone enjoyed the meal thoroughly.
Even Donglai, who is usually a bit socially awkward, was now hugging Gangzi's neck and sighing.
"If I were to take a bath here, I can't imagine how comfortable it would be."
Gangzi also agreed with this.
However, since everyone was going to the Forbidden City tomorrow, they put the matter on hold for a while.
Back at the hotel, Zhou Xuelan was clearly starting to feel the effects of the rice wine, her face flushed as she held Lin Xiuxiu's hand.
"I'll give her a bath and then go to sleep."
See you tomorrow morning!
As she left, she deliberately leaned close to Bai Yejin's ear and whispered some instructions.
"Don't stay out too late, I don't want to miss the Forbidden City tomorrow."
Bai Yejin blushed and punched Zhou Xuelan twice.
That night, Lin Yifeng and Bai Yejin behaved themselves.
They were both a bit tired after driving for two days and walking for a day.
The next morning.
The crowd had gathered at the entrance early in the morning.
The Yanjing Hotel includes breakfast, so the group ate breakfast at the restaurant before heading to the Forbidden City.
There was a little incident along the way.
Lin Yifeng was surprised to find that there was a stall selling douzhi (fermented mung bean juice) downstairs, so he asked the group who wanted some.
After Zhou Xuelan and Bai Yejin volunteered, Donglai and Gangzi also decided to try a bowl.
Three minutes later, Zhou Xuelan looked at Bai Yejin with a strange expression.
Bai Yejin also frowned, unsure whether to swallow the bean juice in her mouth.
They decided to buy a bowl of douzhi (fermented mung bean juice) and try it together.
This taste left them both with psychological trauma.
On the other side, Donglai and Gangzi's expressions were also somewhat complicated.
"Something's not right, it's gone bad?"
Gangzi racked his brains but still couldn't figure out why the "soy milk" Lin Yifeng was talking about tasted like this.
"I'll try it."
Gangzi's expression darkened, and he turned to look at Donglai.
"Brother Dong, it seems to have gone bad."
Donglai was also on the verge of tears.
When he came to Kyoto back then, he never thought of drinking this stuff.
After trying it today, he felt uncomfortable on his scalp and kept scratching his head.
In the end, the two bowls of douzhi disappeared into the trash can, and the douzhi that everyone had been thinking about all night was never mentioned again in the following days.
Now, however, they care more about the Forbidden City.
At this time of year, there is no need for reservations to visit the Forbidden City.
All you need to do is buy a ticket to get in.
Zhou Xuelan happily arrived at Tiananmen Square with her camera on her back and started taking pictures of the group.
Bai Yejin also held Lin Xiuxiu's little hand, not daring to let her stray too far from her side.
In late 1992, Kyoto was still in winter, and there weren't many tourists to begin with.
The square in front of Tiananmen Square also appeared somewhat empty.
After taking the photos, the group bought tickets and entered the Forbidden City with the crowd.
Upon seeing the antique-style buildings inside, they all showed expressions of disbelief.
There were also many photographers soliciting customers around, offering to rent various props and costumes for taking photos. Of course, there were also many private tour guides at the entrance actively soliciting customers.
Lin Yifeng searched around and found a relatively young tour guide who looked like a college student, and asked her to be in charge of their itinerary for the day.
The female tour guide was very enthusiastic in introducing the various attractions to them and leading them on a tour of the entire Forbidden City.
Originally, it was charged at 10 yuan per hour, so it would only cost 40 yuan for six people to finish shopping in the morning. Lin Yifeng readily chose to pay 100 yuan for the whole day, so that she could provide one-on-one service for everyone.
This gave everyone plenty of time to rent clothes and take photos along the way.
At noon, the female tour guide originally wanted to take everyone out to eat something, but Lin Yifeng thought it would be troublesome to go out and come back in, so he directly asked her to take everyone to the canteen inside the Forbidden City.
Compared to outside, the food inside the scenic area is definitely more expensive, but fortunately it is the off-season now, and there are not many customers during mealtimes, so the prices are much cheaper.
At the dinner table, the female tour guide was also quite embarrassed as she whispered to the group.
"I'm so sorry to have made you treat me to a meal."
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