Chapter 117： The fragrance of wine is not afraid of deep alleys

"Girl Yan."

"Your table is ready."

Uncle Li held a few dishes in his hand and carefully placed them on the dining table.

Four dishes and one soup, each of which is particularly delicate and beautiful, and the rich aroma that blows on the face makes people almost drool.

Drunken shrimp, white chopped chicken, Sixi balls, Dongpo pork and an old duck soup.

The aroma was strong, and the guests at other tables also smelled it.

Obviously the dishes on their table are not bad, but smelling this fragrance, inexplicably feels that the style is not of the same grade.

Hearing this smell, Wang Zhuoran felt hungry all of a sudden, and tried hard to resist the urge to pick up chopsticks to eat.

He looked at Li Ping, pointed to the pair of characters hanging on the wall, and asked humbly, "Boss, who wrote this character?"

I casually glanced at the painting on the wall and tried to recall it, but it took me a long time to remember it.

"Oh, did you say this? It was written by an old man in a Chinese tunic suit, and he kept persuading me to hang it up."

"I thought that the walls were too clean and there were no ornaments, so I hung them up as he wished."

If it wasn't for Yan girl and Professor Xia's face, he wouldn't want to hang up at all.

It is better to hang a pair of God of Wealth on it. At least it can bless him with a lot of money. It is not as fancy as calligraphy and painting, and it is not useful.

"..."

Wang Zhuoran's heart bleeds after hearing this somewhat disgusting remark.

Boss, can you wake up, do you know how much this painting is worth? You can buy several of these stores!

Uncle Li left after speaking, and when Wang Zhuoran came back to his senses, did he realize that Yan Zhixu and Hu Yuee had already picked up chopsticks to eat.

"It's delicious, and this skill is too good." Hu Yue'e definitely used the hand speed of being single for many years, and the action of picking vegetables was fast.

His mouth was bulging, and he continued to stuff vegetables into his mouth before he finished eating, and his speech was a bit slurred.

"Uncle Li's craftsmanship is really good."

Although Yan Zhixu is not as exaggerated as Hu Yue'e, he is also not slow in his actions, and he does not chew as slowly as other female stars eat.

"..."

Seeing the speed at which they were adding vegetables, Wang Zhuoran seriously doubted that if he continued, the four dishes and one soup would soon be gone.

Seeing that he stopped talking nonsense and sat down to eat, Yan Zhixu raised his eyebrows, "Actually, you can talk more and feel more emotional."

By the time he was done sighing, they probably had almost eaten.

Wang Zhuoran sandwiched a drunk shrimp, which was smooth but not greasy, with a faint aroma of wine.

The shrimp meat is very tender, and the mouth feels wonderful like a dream.

"It tastes like this!" He gave a thumbs up as he ate.

This cooking is not bad, no wonder there are so many customers even if the location is a bit out of the way, and there are even Porsche local tyrants.

Really, the fragrance of wine is not afraid of deep alleys.

"I thought this was just an ordinary store at first. I was wrong. I was really blind."

"Just this taste, after a meal, it will definitely be as memorable as the boss said!"

No wonder Mr. Dong is willing to take the initiative to inscribe without money, this store is worth it.

He babbled for a long time, but no one at the table matched him, he sang a one-man show by himself.

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Yan Zhixu and Hu Yuee were very tacit and silent. They ate in silence, and their words would affect the speed of their cooking.