Before boarding the train, Qin Yushen called someone to pick him up.
So as soon as they got off the train, they looked for the person who was there to pick them up on the platform.
"Xiao Shen".
The man leaning against the platform railing noticed three people who stood out in the crowd and quickly spoke up to attract their attention.
Qin Yushen was slightly surprised to see him. "Brother Song, what brings you here?"
Song Shaohua strode over and said, "Xiao Wen had some urgent business and couldn't come. She told me about your trip back to Beijing and asked me to pick you up."
“It’s been so long since we last saw each other. We should have a good get-together when we come back this time.”
Song Shaohua was estimated to be 1.8 meters tall. He was dressed in comfortable casual clothes. Although his appearance was not as stunning as Qin Yushen and Han Xiu's, he was still pleasing to the eye.
The aura he unintentionally exuded was enough to show that he was no ordinary person.
Qin Yushen's smile was still on his lips. "Brother Song has done quite well these past few years."
When he left Beijing, Song Shaohua had just gotten into speculation and profiteering, and within two months, he was doing very well.
Over the years, his career has become even more brilliant.
Just by looking at the smug expression on his face, you can tell he's doing quite well.
Song Shaohua laughed and said, "It's alright, just enough to make a living."
Pedestrians hurried by, and the walls could hear them, so the two tacitly changed the subject.
Song Shaohua looked at Lin Xiaoxiao and Luo Qingming standing to the side, "Xiao Shen, aren't you going to introduce them?"
Qin Yu pulled Lin Xiaoxiao into a deep embrace. "My wife, Lin Xiaoxiao, and my wife's younger brother, Luo Qingming."
He then introduced Song Shaohua to Lin Xiaoxiao and Luo Qingming.
"Hello, Brother Song. I hope you will take good care of me in Beijing in the future," Lin Xiaoxiao greeted him.
Luo Qingming also called out.
His composed demeanor made Song Shaohua's smile even more genuine.
When Song Shaohua first heard from Han Xiu that Qin Yushen had gotten married, he went to investigate and found out that his marriage partner was arranged by Yao Huixian.
Yao Huixian is capable of anything to disgust Qin Yushen.
Song Shaohua didn't have high expectations for his brother's wife. He thought that even if he wasn't satisfied, he should at least pretend to be.
Now that he sees it, he understands why Qin Yushen got married.
Good looks are just a bonus; what truly satisfies Song Shaohua is Lin Xiaoxiao's personality.
"If you encounter any trouble in Beijing in the future, feel free to come to me," Song Shaohua said.
He said this to make a statement. In fact, given Qin Yushen's current status and position, there are very few people in the entire capital who dare to oppose him.
Lin Xiaoxiao understood this, so she agreed without hesitation, smiling, "Okay, with Brother Song's words, I feel at ease."
"Let's go, I drove here, I'll take you back first."
They had intended to let Qin Yushen and the other two go home to put their luggage away first, but upon closer inspection, they found that apart from Lin Xiaoxiao carrying a shoulder bag and Qin Yushen carrying a bag, there was nothing else.
Song Shaohua was taken aback. "You're moving back to Beijing with just this much stuff?"
Fearing that it wouldn't be able to fit all the family's luggage, he even drove a large Jeep over.
Qin Yushen said, "Sending other things back will make the journey easier."
Song Shaohua had no doubts. "Then let's go eat first. I've made a reservation at a private restaurant."
Businesses are not allowed, but there are many speculators.
Truly wealthy people tend to prioritize their appetites and avoid state-run restaurants, preferring private eateries instead.
The private restaurant is located in an old hutong in Beijing. On the surface, it looks like a residence, but in reality, it has a hidden world inside.
Song Shaohua, familiar with the area, led them around the alleyways until they reached a courtyard house with small lanterns hanging on it, where he knocked on the door.
After the door opened, a young man welcomed them in, leading them through the veranda and straight into a side room.
The room was decorated in an antique style, reminiscent of a previous dynasty.
Lin Xiaoxiao really didn't know whether to admire the boss's powerful background or his audacity. If this place were discovered, it would definitely be a twenty-year farm trip.
"The owner's ancestors were royal chefs, the most illustrious of whom was the head of the imperial kitchen during the reign of Emperor Yongzheng. The skills have been passed down to this day and are still excellent. Most of the high-ranking officials and nobles in Beijing like to come here."
Song Shaohua gave a brief introduction to the background of the private restaurant.
Lin Xiaoxiao thought to herself, "Life is getting better now. The imperial cuisine that only the emperor could eat in the past can now be enjoyed by anyone with money."
Just then, there was a knock on the door of the private room. Song Shaohua called out, "Come in!" and an old man with a stooped back walked in, a fawning smile on his face.
"Mr. Song, what would you like to eat today?"
Song Shaohua's expression was indifferent, as if he didn't take this person seriously. "To welcome my brother's family, I'll naturally serve them whatever is best."
The old man's back was even more bent. "I bought a batch of top-quality beef this morning, and I've saved the best cut for you."
Song Shaohua glanced at him indifferently, "Alright, enough nonsense, hurry up and serve the food."
The old man quickly agreed and respectfully left the room.
Upon seeing this scene, Lin Xiaoxiao and Luo Qingming were both somewhat dazed and stunned.
Qin Yushen's expression also became indifferent, but he didn't say anything. He just chatted with Song Shaohua about some things that had happened in Beijing in the past few years.
After a while, the old man brought the young man to the private room to serve the dishes.
With each dish served, the old man would explain how it was made and its historical background.
The young man stood next to Song Shaohua, his face expressionless, and habitually used serving chopsticks to serve food to Song Shaohua.
Compared to Qin Yushen and the other two who relied on their own efforts, Song Shaohua seemed to be living in the feudal era.
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