Yan Gui Lai is the most famous local private dish in Monan. There are only two tables upstairs and downstairs, and only ten people are entertained every day.
The chefs from eight major cuisines are waiting in the kitchen. Except for airplanes and four-legged stools, everything else is no problem.
Going to this place to eat is not about the price of the food itself, but about capital verification.
Rumor has it that being able to cross the threshold of Return of the Wild Goose is equivalent to joining the upper class.
A little later, Taozi and I set off.
On the way, I was still a little worried. After all, that place was too far away for me.
Taozi kept comforting me and asking me to keep my heart in my heart.
The return of the wild geese is at the entrance of a remote alley. When you enter from the box, you can see an antique small yard with neatly trimmed flowers and plants, surrounded by a warm yellow light in the middle.
The light fell, and in the center of the plaque were three cursive characters: The geese return.
The rumors are indeed true, the waiter at Yan Return must be a model. Just a front desk girl, her appearance has already surpassed that of most celebrities.
After Taozi reported her ID number, the capital verification results came out quickly. I glanced sideways and accidentally saw a string of zeros appear on the computer screen.
When the lady at the front desk asked for my ID card, Taozi naturally took my arm and said, "We are from the same family."
On our way to the private room, there was a waiter three steps away. As we stepped forward, the waiters on both sides bowed 90 degrees.
Not to mention the luxury in the private room, even the ashtray is made of porcelain fired from the official kiln.
The mismatch in social status made me feel uncomfortable in my hands and feet, and the oppression of the environment made me afraid to speak louder.
I looked at the time and whispered, "Aren't we a little early?"
Taozi waved to the waiter behind her: "Open the inner hall."
The two screens slowly opened, and my eyes were opened.
The so-called inner hall is more like a spa. The tall technician held a round fan and squatted down at me with the ancient style Wanfu Jinanli.
Taozi smiled and held my arm: "It's time for you to relax."
I never thought that a restaurant could be opened like this.
After half a push, I was pressed down on the massage table by Taozi. The technician's technique had a hypnotic effect, and I fell asleep without any consciousness.
When I woke up, it was already five o'clock in the evening.
I jumped off the bed and looked at Taozi anxiously: "Duan Xu and his master should have arrived, right?"
"Well, we've been here for 10 minutes. It's just downstairs."
I quickly got dressed and sat next to Taozi. She just smoked calmly: "Don't worry, they won't be able to come up if we don't pick her up."
"Their worth is too high to pass the capital verification, so they can only wait below."
"Then, wouldn't it be nice to give us a call?"
"Heh." Taozi laughed a few times: "Mobile phones are not allowed in this place. It will disturb other people's dining mood."
"You can ask the waiter to come in and see me."
Taozi still shook her head and pointed to the button next to her: "Sorry, no one can come in unless I press it."
I couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Are all rich people so pretentious?"
Tao Zi shook her head firmly and tapped her fingers on the huanghuali table: "It's not pretentious, it's identity."
"You may wonder why I go to all this trouble."
Taozi looked at me with a smile on her face: "I just want to overwhelm them with a grand display. No matter what their origins are, when they come under my nose, put their tails away!" After saying that, she stood up first: " Let’s go down and pick up the guests.”
On the way, I said, "From now on, don't call me by name."
"Duan Xu's master status will be higher, so Bao Buqi will know about my existence."
"Don't worry, I'm not stupid."
When she got downstairs, Taozi immediately put on another face, blaming herself while welcoming the two guests up.
Duan Xu's master is a dark-faced middle-aged man with a square face, a wide mouth and a high nose. He is not very handsome, but he has a sense of calmness.
When I was going back, an old man with a hunchback walked over from the opposite side. I saw him from a distance and took the initiative to step aside.
Unexpectedly, we still bumped into each other.
I supported the old man, but unexpectedly he jumped into my arms. When I saw this, I immediately panicked.
Isn't this a case of trouble?
The old man leaned close to my ear and whispered: "Someone wants to kill me."
