They ate a little tastelessly, just to fill their stomachs. Not to mention Zhong Yuxiu, who couldn't eat any more; even Old Master Yan tried to eat a little more without wasting food, but not much.
On the contrary, Gu Lingguo and Fang Guozhong were not so picky about food and bought up all the leftovers.
After dinner, they returned to the hotel and went to their respective rooms to rest. Zhong Yuxiu took a shower, lay on the bed, and chatted with her husband.
"Hey, do you think we should buy a suite here? Although we don't come here often, we will stay here for several days. We can't get used to eating in restaurants every day." The main reason is that the food is too bad.
Yan Rushan nodded and said, "It's time to find a house."
"Forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything." Zhong Yuxiu shook her head and interrupted him. "We're only here for a few days, and finding a place won't take a day or two. Even if we do find one, we'll have to clean and renovate it, so we won't be able to move in for a while. It's better to find a place to rent first. The problem is, if we're only going to rent a place for a few days, it's unlikely anyone will agree to rent it to us."
"It's okay, I'll go look for it, there should be a suitable house."
After coaxing his wife to sleep, Yan Rushan got up and went out, wandering around the area. He found out where a real estate agency was located and went in to inquire. It was easy to rent a place, with a few days' rent being the same as a month's. Buying a house was a bit more difficult, as housing was already in short supply in Province G. Some people were still trying to acquire land to build houses, so there were no readily available properties.
Given this, Yan Rushan opted to rent an old house. While it was old, it was an antique, built with exquisite materials. It was what people called their ancestral home, with three entrances, and it wasn't normally rented out. Only this time, when he offered a high price, a month's rent for a few days' stay, did they agree to rent it to him.
For the agent, every possible way to get a house is a good deal. The small courtyard is for rent, and the big house is also for rent. It is obvious that this person is not short of money, so it is not bad to be a sucker and get some money.
The monthly rent for these three courtyards was quite high; Yan Rushan paid fifteen yuan in one lump sum, then had the agent and the landlord sign the lease agreement. Only after receiving the agreement did he return to the hotel. When he arrived at the hotel, night had fallen.
Zhong Yuxiu breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him come back. She immediately said, "You're finally back! Grandpa has been waiting for you for a long time. Where have you been all afternoon?"
"Let's find a place to eat first. I'll tell you in detail after we come back." Yan Rushan took her hand and walked out to the old man's room. Gu Lingguo, Fang Guozhong, Wang Daya, Gong Zhaodi, and the three little ones made the room very lively.
Yan Rushan said: "Grandpa, I'm back."
"You're back! Good to be back! We're all hungry. Let's find a place to eat first." Yan Guofeng paused and continued, "Let's not go back to that restaurant."
The food has left me with psychological trauma.
It’s like when you grow up and are used to eating good food, delicacies from land and sea; suddenly going back to savor the meals your grandma cooked when you were a child, without MSG and with a small amount of oil, you really can’t get through those days.
"Let's take a look first. Here in Province G, most of the food is pasta. If that doesn't work, we can just have a bowl of noodles." Yan Rushan was also helpless. The wife he had carefully raised was eating simple meals here. Thinking back to the two years in the countryside, his wife always tried her best to eat well and had never been so wronged.
The cooking skills of the people who cook are always decent, but the restaurant I ate at before was really hard to describe.
The group walked out of the hotel. The old man held Li Ji, Wang Daya held Li Zhen, and Gong Zhaodi held Li Ming. Gu Lingguo and Fang Guozhong followed behind, vaguely protecting Zhong Yuxiu. After looking around, they felt that most of the places sold noodles, and there were not many selling rice. Finally, they found a restaurant that was cleaner, bigger, and brighter than the one they had at lunch.
"Let's go in and take a look first."
"Walk."
Yan Guofeng led the way as everyone entered the restaurant. There was a whiteboard hanging high inside. The prices of various noodles were written on the whiteboard, as well as side dishes, which were all greens and wild vegetables grown by the locals.
"Comrades, what would you like to eat? We have meat, chicken, duck, and fish today; we also have seafood, which our boss sent over this morning." A short middle-aged man walked over.
Zhong Yuxiu didn't say anything, and Yan Rushan looked at the old man.
Yan Guofeng asked, "What kind of seafood do you have?"
"The only seafood we have are crabs and prawns, and our boss asked a friend to ship them over from other places," said the waiter.
Yan Guofeng understood immediately. Most of this seafood was shipped frozen and didn't taste fresh. "So, is the seafood cooked by your chef delicious?"
"It's alright, alright."
If you are so unconfident, the food will not be very delicious.
Zhong Yuxiu's heart was lifted. Don't ask, only those who eat here will know. "Can you let the chef we brought with you cook for us?"
"You brought a chef?" The waiter was a little surprised.
"right."
The other person was so open and honest that the waiter felt he was being overly fussy. "Sure, but can our chef help you cook while you bring him in?"
To put it bluntly, it is stealing skills.
Zhong Yuxiu looked at Feng Zheng and said, "Dasha, do you mind if someone watches you cook?"
"I don't mind." Feng Zheng shook his head innocently. The waiter saw through the trick immediately. This person was obviously not in his right mind. But, he was actually a chef. Chefs who could make delicious seafood were rare in their area. "Thank you, comrade. We don't require high skills here. The food is definitely not as good as in Province C. Your accent doesn't sound like you're from Province C. You sound more like you're from Beijing."
"We are here to visit from Beijing. This is Comrade Feng Zheng. He cooks delicious dishes. Since he doesn't mind, please take Comrade Feng to the kitchen." Zhong Yuxiu was as frank as ever. The waiter happily agreed and led Feng Zheng to the kitchen.
When I went to the kitchen, there was only one cook busy working there. The restaurant was small and there were not many customers, so it could only maintain one cook and one waiter.
"Heizi, why are you here? Is there a customer in front?" The cook looked short, dark and fat, with a greasy face. She raised her hand and wiped her face with her sleeve, and hot sweat was pouring down.
"Sister Qian, there are guests coming up and they want seafood; however, their chef has to cook it, so you can just help out."
The hint was so obvious, if Mrs. Qian still didn't understand, she would be a fool. She looked at the tall man behind Heizi with a dull look in her eyes, and followed him blankly, "Is this the chef the guests brought? Please come in, you can use any ingredients in our kitchen. Just tell me if you need anything."
"Look first." When Feng Zheng encountered something serious, he could get straight to the point even if his mind was a little slow.
"Just look at it anytime you want."
Heizi made way, and Mrs. Qian warmly welcomed him in and looked at everything with him. If there was something he didn't understand, she would explain it to him if he didn't know how to use it. The main reason was that the utensils in different provinces were slightly different.
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