Chapter 583： jumping beam clown

Wang's private kitchen.

Lin Shiming got out of the car, tidied up his suit, and looked at the courtyard with grey walls and red tiles in front of him.

Lin Qinghe also got out of the car. She can be said to be dressed up today. Because of her pregnancy, her previous clothes didn't fit well. For today's meal, she deliberately picked out a new set of clothes yesterday.

Thinking that the last time Mrs. Fu wore Chinese-style clothes, she also chose this kind of clothes, but because of her big belly, she chose loose clothes and wore them on her body. At first glance, she really couldn't tell that she was pregnant.

She even put a shawl on her body.

She spent a lot of time selling this dress. I heard that the clothes designed by this designer are very popular among the elite circles in the imperial capital.

It's just that she didn't notice that the slit in this skirt is too high, and it will inevitably be less dignified when wearing it, but instead has a dusty smell.

Lin Qinghe glanced at the yard and frowned.

"Dad, how can you invite Mr. Fu to eat in a place like this? It looks old and shabby, isn't it too shabby?"

"This is the place that the old man decided." Lin Shiming looked around and saw a wooden sign in the direction of the door, which said, "Wang's Private Kitchen."

"Why does this name sound so familiar?" Lin Shiming muttered.

"Dad, what did you say?" Lin Qinghe stepped forward and asked.

"This should be the Wang family's private chef I've heard of. This is not a place that ordinary people can go to. This house is handed down from the ancestors of the Wang family. This ancestor of the Wang family used to be the royal chef." Lin Shiming quickly gave Lin Qinghe a popular science.

"So that's how it is!" A smile appeared on Lin Qinghe's face. He picked up the phone, adjusted the angle, and took a selfie.

And he even photographed the signboard of Wang's private kitchen.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a middle-aged man looked at Lin Shiming and Lin Qinghe.

"You two are Mr. Fu's guests, right?"

"Yes, yes." Lin Shiming responded quickly.

"The two of you, please." The man made a gesture of invitation and welcomed Lin Shiming in.

This is a small yard with two entrances, with the kitchen in the west and only one private room in the east, which can only receive one table of guests at a time.

The guests who come here do not accept orders, they all eat whatever the chef prepares.

When positioning, you only need to tell the chef how many people there are and what the taste is.

Lin Qinghe looked at this small courtyard, and didn't feel shabby at all, because the decorations inside were all precious mahogany, even if she didn't understand it very well, she felt that nothing here was cheap.

Especially the stuff on the wooden shelf looks like an antique.

"I heard that if you want to come here to eat, you may not get a seat a year in advance. If it wasn't for the place that Mr. Fu had set, I wouldn't be able to get a seat by myself." Lin Shiming sat on the chair for rest.

Lin Qinghe also walked over and sat beside him.

Lin Shiming looked at the tea set in front of him, and a thought flashed in his mind, "Qinghe, haven't you learned to make tea? When Mr. Fu comes, show it well."

"Yeah." Lin Qinghe nodded confidently, "Dad, you can watch my performance later."

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Jinan drove the car directly to the inner courtyard of the Wang family.

The car just stopped, and Wang Changjin, who was over 60 years old, immediately stepped forward and opened the door for Fu Sinian in person.

"The old man is here, and the brilliance is shining!"