After coming out of the zoo, the two took the bus to Shaguoju.
"This is a century-old restaurant, older than Quanjude. It opened in 1714 and has been in business ever since. It is said that the emperor at that time could not finish the pork used for ancestor worship, so he gave it to the night watchman as a reward. The night watchman was very popular and opened a restaurant with the former imperial chef, called Shaguoju.
Clay pot white meat is made from that pork. "
Song Shuqian introduced him to Wei Jianguo in a low voice.
You don't need a ticket to eat here, but the price is a little higher than that of state-owned restaurants.
The waiter took them to their seats and said, "What do you want to eat, men?"
Wei Jianguo had a blank expression on his face. Song Shuqian continued, "We are here on a business trip. We don't know what the special features are here. Can you recommend something?"
"Our most recommended dishes are white meat in clay pot and lion's head in clay pot, which are must-orders for every table. In addition, the fried three kinds of meat, crystal pork elbow and nine-turn pig intestines are also very popular. You are lucky today and came early. You can order now."
Song Shuqian is someone who listens to advice. "Then I want one casserole of white meat, one casserole of lion's head, one crystal pork elbow, one stewed pork elbow, one three-no-stick dish. Do you have garlic? I want another head of garlic."
The waiter said, "Your order is too much. Our dishes are large in size, and three dishes are just right for three people."
Song Shuqian said, "It's okay, we both have big appetites."
Song Shuqian tried the crystal pork elbow. How should I describe it? The texture was smooth and delicate, the skin was soft and chewy, the lean meat was tender and juicy, not dry or greasy, in a word, it was delicious. I ate several bites in a row before trying other dishes.
Wei Jianguo ate the white meat, which was fatty but not greasy, and went perfectly with the dipping sauce made of mashed garlic, chives and soy sauce. I couldn't stop eating it one bite after another.
"Wife, try it. It's really delicious and not greasy at all." Wei Jianguo prepared a piece and handed it to Song Shuqian.
Song Shuqian doesn't eat fatty meat, any fatty meat, including the fat in braised pork.
Seeing Wei Jianguo eating with relish, his eyes lit up after taking a bite.
This is delicious.
But her favorite is the casserole meatballs, which are cooked to perfection, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and especially delicious. It is a perfect match to dip the meatballs in the soup.
The two of them ate so much that not even a drop of soup was left. Wei Jianguo, the big eater, rarely eats too much.
I helped Song Shuxi walk slowly towards the hotel, so that she could have a good rest when she got back.
After returning to the hotel, Song Shuxi was still amazed at the chef's skills.
"Wife, have a good sleep and rest. We'll go out again in the evening when you wake up."
"You should take a rest too."
"Okay, I'll lie down with you for a while. Don't worry if I'm not here when you wake up. I want to buy some local specialties to share with people I know." Wei Jianguo planned to choose something that could represent Beijing, such as Poria cocos cake, Erguotou, preserved fruits, and pastries. The ones Song Shuqian bought were too good to be suitable as gifts.
Wei Jianguo lay with Song Shuxi for half an hour and coaxed her to sleep before he got up.
As usual, he left a note. He found that Song Shuxi's memory was not very good when she was sleepy, so he had to say it again in case she woke up and couldn't find him and got anxious.
Jingxi Hotel is on Chang'an Avenue, which is very convenient for going to Dashilan or Wangfujing.
He didn't take the bus, he just walked there.
I went to the supply and marketing cooperative to confirm that I had all these things. I had exchanged enough local tickets for Sijiucheng yesterday, so I didn't feel bad about using them. I bought three pounds of preserved fruits, five bottles of Liubiju pickles, six bottles of Erguotou, and five pounds of Erba sauce, and went back to eat mutton hotpot.
I have heard from my comrades a long time ago that their Erba sauce is a perfect match with mutton hotpot.
When I returned to the hotel with a lot of bags, Song Shuxi was still sleeping. Her little face was rosy and her complexion was visibly better.
Wei Jianguo thanked the spiritual liquid again. If it weren't for this plug-in, he would never agree to bring Song Shuxi out no matter what. It was too dangerous.
When Song Shuqian woke up, she saw things all over the floor. "Jianguo, did you buy these things?"
"Wake up, come and see if there's anything missing. We were planning to take these back and give them to others." Wei Jianguo held Song Shuxi in his arms and went over to check the things on the table.
"This Erba sauce is said to be made of 20% sesame paste and 80% peanut butter. If you smell it, it's very fragrant. I heard that it goes perfectly with shabu-shabu mutton." Wei Jianguo opened the bottle for her to smell. Song Shuqian took a little with chopsticks and tasted it. It was delicious.
"Add some chives and it will be even more delicious. I like it. It can be used to mix with noodles or cold dishes. Does this require a ticket?"
"Yes, I exchanged a lot of local tickets yesterday, which is enough for the two of us."
Knowing that there were enough tickets, Song Shuqian felt relieved.
The two tried the preserved fruits and pickles again and had to admit that they were really delicious.
"Honey, I want to go out for a walk. I'll go to dinner with you later."
Wei Jianguo hugged her tighter. He knew that his wife had been sleeping all afternoon and couldn't be hungry. She was just worried about him.
Gladly agreed.
This time they came to the state-owned restaurant, a small shop. It was lunchtime and there were many people. Wei Jianguo ordered a bowl of shredded pork noodles, and Song Shuqian ordered a bowl of wontons and ate them casually.
After taking a bite and looking at Wei Jianguo, he looked as pitiful as he could be.
Just now, Song Shuxi suddenly wanted to eat popsicles.
It was such a cold day, but Wei Jianguo disagreed and carried her away.
Song Shuqian was not an ignorant person, she just wanted to be willful in front of her lover occasionally.
How do you say that sentence?
Only when you are loved will you feel safe.
Seeing that she really couldn't eat any more, Wei Jianguo took the remaining wontons from her and finished them in two or three bites.
This was their normal state after marriage. Song Shuxi had no clear understanding of her appetite and always had leftovers.
In the eyes of others, this is the good relationship between the couple and they are very affectionate.
After dinner, I changed the route and walked back. I came across Daoxiangcun which was about to close.
"Honey, is Daoxiangcun a time-honored pastry shop?"
"Yes, we have cake tickets, see if there is anything you like."
Song Shuxi rushed in before the restaurant closed, and was prepared for the waiter's bad attitude.
Unexpectedly, the waiter here was surprisingly easy to talk to. "Comrade, what can I do for you?"
"Do you need a ticket for the cakes here?"
"I need a ticket."
"Then I'll have a piece of clay oven, two Poria cocos cakes, and a pound of sachima." Compared to the cakes sold outside, she prefers to eat the ones she makes herself, which are not sweet and are very convenient.
Sachima needs to be fried, but the oil at home is limited, so I just bought ready-made one.
She planned to try the clay oven and Poria cocos cake, and if they were delicious, she would buy more.
The two walked all the way back to the hotel. It was still a bit cold outside at night. Song Shuqian tasted the Poria cocos cake and found it sweet but not greasy, and shaped like a full moon, which was a good omen.
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