Chapter 402 The 'Ordinary' Shabu-Shabu Meat That Ye Wuchuan Brought to Eat

Qiao Nian didn't know that the people he casually met on the campus of Qing University still knew Fu Ge.

She had already taken a car to a small shop where the mutton mutton proposed by someone was very authentic.

"Miss Joe, here we are."

The car entered an quaint alley and stopped outside. They came in purely on foot. It was Saturday, and what Ye Wangchuan brought her seemed to be a tourist attraction. The narrow alley was full of bustling people. There are all the accents in the north. There are many small shops of ten square meters on both sides of the road, selling porcelain, antiques and beaded necklaces for ten yuan.

She originally thought it would take a long time to get to the place he said to eat, but who knew that they had to go around and around, they had stopped in front of a courtyard.

You can still hear the chatter of the bustling tourists on the front street. Across the street, it is actually a winding path, quiet and leisurely.

There is also a large osmanthus tree in front of the door.

Osmanthus is fragrant in October, and the faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus can be smelled along the entire path.

Gu San seemed to be familiar with this place, and said with a smile, "Miss Qiao, this is the place. This mutton stew is especially delicious. It can be said that the most authentic mutton stew in Beijing. His family needs to reserve a location half a year in advance, and most people still eat it. not."

Qiao Nian lifted his eyes, looked at the eaves of green bricks and green tiles in front of his eyes, and said leisurely, "Well, I see it."

In a courtyard house in Beijing, Yuan Yongqin bought one for her.

9 digits.

The location is not as good or as big as this.

Opening a shop in such a place to sell mutton is basically a private kitchen.

As long as the word "private house" is stained, it is not a place where you can eat it casually.

The price is as authentic as the taste!

Ordinary people in these places may not even hear their names, and they will not appear on some review apps. After all, ordinary people cannot afford to consume them, let alone the taste of reviews.

"Let's go." Ye Wuchuan was familiar with the road here and led Qiao Nian in.

Qiao Nian didn't care, she could afford to eat by herself, but she couldn't book a seat, so she followed her in casually.

Only Gu San watched the two of them casually compare one to the other, and then thought about how excited he was just now, touched the tip of his nose, and followed him in.

The courtyard is as big as Qiao Nian thought, and it is in the style of the old capital city.

The boss here seems to be very familiar with Ye Wuchuan.

As soon as they entered, the boss greeted him. After seeing Ye Wuchuan, he couldn't stop smiling. He frequently looked in her direction, not knowing what to say.

Qiao Nian didn't care, his dark eyes looked around lazily.

Soon the boss found a vacancy in the box for them and brought the pot up.

Also delivered was a red dipping saucer that was different from sesame sauce.

Ye Wuchuan picked up the dipping plate with beautiful hands, put it in front of the girl who was sitting diagonally and playing with her mobile phone, and said in a low voice, "It's a bit spicy, I can't stand it and tell me later, I'll ask the boss to change it for you."

Gu San looked at the red oil dipping saucer that was brought up, his eyes couldn't turn. I sighed in my heart that if other guests who came here saw this dipping saucer, their eyes would definitely fall out!

No way, people in Beijing who like to cook mutton, who doesn't know that this private kitchen has big rules, this is not allowed, and that is not allowed.

If you don't follow the boss's rules, don't eat here in the future.