"Choose at will. Mr. Ye, you have the courage to challenge the whole world. I, Brother Yan Zhao, will take down the place you choose no matter what."
Brother Yan Zhao raised his head, and his tone was as hard as the bulletproof armor of a vigilant robot.
If you change the place, even if it is the international metropolis of Shanghai, Brother Yan Zhao boasted this mouth, Ye Qing does not doubt that this guy can do it.
But this was Yan Jing, the capital of Hua Xia.
The restaurants that could stand firm here with their private cuisine were all passed down from generation to generation. Their ancestors had been imperial chefs, and their families had received imperial edicts.
These people had a huge network of connections. How could they possibly destroy their own reputation just because of a small profit?
Ye Qing really didn't believe that Brother Yan Zhao had this ability, but this guy also looked like he was making a vow...
Anyway, he had to eat at noon. Then he would choose one and let Brother Yan Zhao eat a loss.
"Then let's go to Yangfang Alley. You can go to a private restaurant to eat, and I'll consider you awesome."
Yangfang Alley was the location of several of the most famous private restaurants in Yan Jing. In fact, there were not many, only three.
Wan, Wang, Xie.
The names of the three private restaurants had no personality, and they all put their family names in front.
However, the names were low-key, but the fame was not at all. Ye Qing heard that if you walked into any of the three restaurants in Yangfang Alley, you would see the calligraphy left by various celebrities hanging on the wall. There were definitely more guests, chefs, and helpers in the restaurant.
Even if those big stars went to eat, if they were not international superstars, they were not qualified to stay.
"Okay, let's eat in Yangfang Alley at noon." Brother Yan Zhao promised confidently, and then called his secretary and asked her to bring some precious wine.
Forty minutes later, Brother Yan Zhao drove the Mercedes-Benz into the famous Yangfang Alley.
This was an ordinary old alley in Yan Jing, paved with green bricks and hung with gray tiles. On the walls, many old traces of time and wind and rain could be seen peeling off.
The alley was not wide and could only accommodate two cars side by side. However, Brother Yan Zhao's Mercedes-Benz had just arrived at the first private restaurant of the Wang family with a small red lantern hanging at the door.
Ye Qing almost choked on his laughter.
This was because there were two fully armed guards standing on the left and right of the entrance of this private restaurant. Beside the courtyard, there were actually two limousines that were specially used to receive important foreign guests parked in the few pitiful parking spaces that they had painstakingly dug out.
"Why don't we go to this shop and try throwing in a few million?"
Looking at the color of Yan Zhao's liver, Ye Qing smiled even more happily.
"Heh … heh …"
Brother Yan Zhao blushed and said in a far-fetched manner, "The taste of this restaurant is spicy. Let's change to another one."
The Mercedes-Benz quickly drove for dozens of meters and turned a corner. It came to a second restaurant that was even smaller and did not even have a lantern or signboard.
The signboard of this private restaurant was on the wall in the courtyard. There were tens of thousands of dishes.
This private restaurant was even more famous. Its ancestor was the famous head chef. It had been open for decades, and it was said that it had served a lot of foreign presidents.
Brother Yan Zhao poked his head and looked around the pocket-sized parking lot for a few times. Then he breathed a deep sigh of relief. His face returned to normal again, and he showed a smile that he was about to win.
"Mr. Ye, shall we have lunch here?"
It was Ye Qing's turn to be surprised. There were three cars parked in the parking space. Although there were no heavyweight cars around, this kind of place was obviously not a place where he could get a seat by throwing in a few million, right?
There were no identity restrictions in these places. Even if there were, Ye Qing belonged to the group that was absolutely qualified. The main reason was that in these places, eating had to be booked in advance. If he walked in rashly, he was sure that several tables inside had been booked one or two months in advance.
The boss couldn't drive away a table of guests for a few million.
Besides, whether Brother Yan Zhao was willing to spend a few million or not was still a matter.
"Then let's eat here?" Ye Qing was very curious. He wanted to see what Brother Yan Zhao was capable of.
After confirming the location, Brother Yan Zhao didn't park the car in the parking lot. He just backed up a little and stuck it on the edge of the alley, letting Ye Qing wait patiently.
Ye Qing looked at the time. It was exactly eleven o 'clock.
After waiting for about ten minutes, a Maserati president emerged from the corner, and then the turn light flashed again, and it turned in the direction of the pocket-sized parking lot belonging to Wan Family Restaurant.
Brother Yan Zhao's expression was happy. He quickly pushed the door and got out of the car. He stopped the white Maserati, and then went around to the car window and kept talking to the people in the car.
Ye Qing was a little confused. Brother Yan Zhao chatted for five minutes. He bowed and nodded. Finally, he ran back to his car with joy, took out two bottles of Maotai wine from the trunk, and politely gave them to the owner of the Maserati.
When he got into the driver's seat again, Brother Yan Zhao was proud as if he had won the first prize of the lucky lottery.
"It's done ~ Mr. Ye, please come in the private room."
"Comrade Yan …" Ye Qing guessed something: "You won't wait here for half a day, just for the guests who reserved a table in this restaurant at noon, and then spend money to buy it from them, right?"
"One hundred and fifty thousand yuan, plus two bottles of 20-year-old Maotai." Brother Yan Zhao nodded proudly: "Haha ~ I told them that one of my childhood friends is going to emigrate abroad tonight. His biggest wish is to come here and have a meal. As a brother, even if I kneel at the door and beg, I have to satisfy him. "
"F * ck …" Ye Qing really wanted to hit Brother Yan Zhao's head.
Passing through the narrow door and bypassing the screen wall inscribed by a prince, Ye Qing's eyes suddenly brightened.
It was really a lotus flower in the sesame field. Ye Qing did not expect that in the depths of the quaint and old alley, there was such a beautiful courtyard hidden.
A stream with lotus leaves circled around the edge of the courtyard. Stepping on the mini white marble bridge, it was obviously an open-air courtyard, but Ye Qing felt a burst of warm wind blowing on his face.
Amazing!
Just for the owner of this house, he could grow lotus leaves in the winter.
"There is floor heating here. In the green bricks under our feet, there is a fire path that has been repaired in ancient times. In the winter, the greenhouse is burned, and the whole courtyard is warm. Of course, now the water heating has been changed, which is more environmentally friendly. "Brother Yan Zhao said with emotion:" Look, ancient people can enjoy so much. Of course, we, the younger generation, have to go to a higher level. "
"Your one hundred and fifty thousand yuan to buy a banquet, in Yanjing hundreds of years ago, was just a reward that those young masters threw out casually." Ye Qing hit him mercilessly.
Although his mouth hit, Ye Qing still admired the little ability of the young president in his heart.
An elderly aunt led Ye Qing and Brother Yan Zhao into an antique room. After brewing a pot of tea, the aunt said goodbye and went to serve the dishes.
Brother Yan Zhao gave Ye Qing a lesson in advance. You can't order dishes in Wanjia Restaurant. Even if you book a month in advance, you can't order dishes. What the host does, the guests eat.
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