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Chapter 82
After leaving the zoo, the two took the bus to Shaguoju.
“This is a century-old restaurant, older than Quanjude. It opened in 1714 and has been in business ever since. It is said that the emperor at that time could not finish the pork used for ancestor worship, so he gave it to the night watchman. The night watchman was very popular and opened a restaurant with the former imperial chef, called Shaguoju.
Shaguobairou is made with that pork.”
Song Shuqian introduced it to Wei Jianguo in a low voice.
You don’t need a ticket to eat here, but the price is a little more expensive than the state-owned restaurant.
The waiter took them to their seats and said, “What do you want to eat, man?”
Wei Jianguo had a blank expression on his face. Song Shuqian continued, “We are here on a business trip. We don’t know what specialties are here. Can you recommend something?”
“Our most recommended dishes are casserole white meat and casserole lion’s head. Every table must order them. In addition, the fried three kinds of meat, crystal pork elbow and nine-turn pig intestines are also very popular. You are lucky today. You came early and can order them now.”
Song Shuqian was a person who listened to advice. “Then I want a casserole white meat, a casserole lion’s head, a crystal pork elbow, a hot pork elbow, a three-no-dip dish, and garlic? I want another head of garlic.”
The waiter said, “You ordered too much. We have a large amount of food. Generally, three dishes are just right for three people.”
Song Shuqian said, “It’s okay. We both have big appetites.”
Song Shuqian tried a bite of the crystal pork elbow. How can I put it? The taste is smooth and delicate, the skin is soft and chewy, the lean meat is tender and juicy, not dry or greasy, in a word, delicious. She ate several bites in a row before trying other dishes.
Wei Jianguo ate white meat, which was fatty but not greasy. It was paired with a dipping sauce made of mashed garlic, chives, and soy sauce. It was a perfect match. He couldn’t stop eating.
“Wife, try it. It’s delicious. Not
greasy at all.” Wei Jianguo prepared a piece and handed it to Song Shuqian. Song Shuqian doesn’t eat fatty meat, any fatty meat, including the fat of braised pork.
Seeing Wei Jianguo eating so deliciously, she took a bite, and her eyes lit up.
This is delicious.
But her favorite is the casserole meatballs, which are stewed just right, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and especially delicious. It is a perfect match to dip the meatball soup with Sanbuzhan.
In one meal, the two of them ate so much that there was no soup left. Wei Jianguo, a big eater, rarely ate too much.
He helped Song Shuqian walk slowly to the hotel, so that she could have a good rest when she returned.
When she returned to the hotel, Song Shuqian was still impressed by the chef’s ability.
“Wife, have a good sleep and rest. When you wake up, we will go out again at night.”
“You should rest too.”
“Okay, I’ll lie down with you for a while. Don’t worry if I’m not here when you wake up. I want to buy some local specialties to share with people I know.” Wei Jianguo planned to choose something that could represent Sijiucheng, such as Fuling cake, Erguotou, preserved fruit, and cakes. The ones Song Shuxi bought were too good to be suitable for gifts.
After lying with Song Shuxi for half an hour and coaxing her to sleep, Wei Jianguo got up.
As usual, he left a note. He found that Song Shuxi’s memory was not very good when she was sleepy, so he had to say it again to prevent her from waking up and not being able to find anyone and getting anxious.
Jingxi Hotel is on Chang’an Avenue, which is very convenient for going to Dashilan or Wangfujing.
He himself did not take the bus and walked there. He went
to the supply and marketing cooperative to confirm that these things were available. He had exchanged enough Sijiucheng local tickets yesterday, so he didn’t feel bad about using them. He bought three pounds of preserved fruit, five bottles of Liubiju pickles, six bottles of Erguotou, and five pounds of Erba sauce to go back for shabu-shabu.
He had heard from his comrades that their Erba sauce was a perfect match for shabu-shabu.
After returning to the hotel with a lot of bags, Song Shuxi was still sleeping. Her face was rosy and her complexion was visibly better.
Wei Jianguo thanked the spiritual liquid again. If there was no such plug-in, he would not agree to take Song Shuxi out no matter what he said. It was too dangerous.
When Song Shuxi woke up, she saw things all over the floor. “Jianguo, did you buy these things when you went out?”
“Wake up, come and see if there is anything missing. I plan to take them back to give to others.” Wei Jianguo held Song Shuxi and went to check the things on the table.
“This Erba sauce is said to be made of 20% sesame paste and 80% peanut butter. Smell it, it’s very fragrant. I heard that it is a perfect match with shabu-shabu mutton.” Wei Jianguo opened the bottle for her to smell. Song Shuxi took a little chopstick and tasted it. It was delicious.
“Add some chives, it will be even more delicious. I like it. It can be used to mix noodles or cold dishes. Do you need tickets for this?”
“Yes, I went to exchange a lot of local tickets yesterday. It’s enough for the two of us.”
Knowing that there were enough tickets, Song Shuxi felt relieved.
The two of them tasted the preserved fruits and pickles again and had to admit that they were really delicious.
“Honey, I want to go out for a walk. I’ll go to dinner with you later.”
Wei Jianguo hugged her tighter. He knew that his wife had been sleeping all afternoon and couldn’t be hungry. She was worried about him.
She agreed happily.
They came to the state-owned restaurant, a small store. It was just dinner time and there were many people. Wei Jianguo ordered a bowl of shredded pork noodles, and Song Shuqian ordered a bowl of wontons and ate them casually.
After taking a bite and looking at Wei Jianguo, she looked as pitiful as she could be.
Just now, Song Shuqian suddenly wanted to eat popsicles.
It was so cold, but Wei Jianguo disagreed and carried her away directly.
Song Shuqian was not an ignorant person, but she occasionally wanted to be willful in front of her lover.
How do you say that?
People who are loved are fearless.
Wei Jianguo saw that she really couldn’t eat anymore, so he took the remaining wontons from her and ate them in two or three bites.
This is their normal state after marriage. Song Shuxi has no clear understanding of her appetite and always has leftovers.
In the eyes of others, this is the good relationship between the young couple.
After dinner, they changed the way to walk back. They met Daoxiangcun, which was about to close.
“Honey, is Daoxiangcun a time-honored pastry shop?”
“Yes, we have pastry tickets, let’s see if there is anything you like to eat.”
Song Shuxi rushed in before the store closed and was prepared for the waiter’s bad attitude.
Unexpectedly, the waiter here was surprisingly easy to talk to, “Comrade, what do you need?”
“Do you need a ticket for the pastries here?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’ll have a piece of jar stove, two Fuling cakes, and a pound of sachima.” Compared with the pastries outside, she prefers to eat the ones she makes herself, which are not sweet and convenient.
Sachima needs to be fried, but the oil at home is limited, so she just buys ready-made ones.
She plans to try the vat stove and Fuling cake. If they taste good, she will buy more.
The two of them went all the way back to the hotel. It was still a bit cold outside at night. Song Shuqian tasted the Fuling cake, and it was sweet but not greasy. It was shaped like a full moon, which was a good omen.
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