Monster Factory

"You can choose whatever you want, and you have the challenge of the whole world. I don't want to take your chosen place anyway."

Yan Zhao brother is holding his head up, and the tone is hard like the bulletproof armor of the warning robot.

If you change the place, even if the international metropolis is still sea, Yan Zhao brother boasted this sea mouth, Ye Qing does not doubt that this guy can do it.

But here is Yanjing, the capital of China.

Here, the store that relies on the one-handed private kitchen to stand firm, is not passed down from generation to generation, the ancestors have been out of the royal kitchen, and the family has received the sacred food family.

These people, the relationship between the people and the big have gone to the sea, how could it be because of a little profit, so I smashed my credibility?

Ye Qing really does not believe that Yan Zhaoge has this ability, but this guy has another vowed look...

Anyway, I have to dine at noon. Then choose one, let Yanchao guy eat this.

"Then go to the Yangfang Hutong, don't specify, you go to a private kitchen to eat, I count you."

Yangfang Hutong is the location of some of Yanjing’s most famous private kitchens. In fact, there are not many homes.

Wan, Wang, Xie.

The three private kitchens, whose names have no personality, are all linked to their own surnames.

However, the name is low-key and the reputation is not low-key. Ye Qing heard that he went to any of the three restaurants in Yangfang Hutong, and saw the treasures left by the celebrity heroes hanging on the wall, definitely more than the guests in the restaurant, plus the chefs and helpers.

Even if the big stars go to eat, if they are not international superstars, they would not be qualified to stay in the ink.

"Ok, eat at the Yangfang Hutong at noon." Yan Zhaoge confidently filled the ground with a guarantee, then called the secretary to let her bring the treasured wine.

Forty minutes later, Yan Zhaoge drove Mercedes to the famous Yangfang Hutong.

This is an ordinary Yanjing old alley, blue brick paving, gray tile wall. On the wall, you can see the old traces of years and weather.

The hutong is not wide and can only accommodate two cars in parallel. However, the big Ben of Yan Zhao Ge just opened to the first home, and the Wang Jia private kitchen with small red lanterns hung at the door.

Ye Qing almost smiled.

Because of the doorway of this private restaurant, two armed and complete security guards stood on the left and right. On the side of the courtyard, several poor parking spaces were finally detained. Two cars were parked to accommodate important foreign guests. Courtesy car.

"Would you like to go to this house and ask him a few million to try it?"

Looking at the color of pig liver in Yan Zhao's face, Ye Qing smiled more joyfully.

"Ha ha…"

Yan Zhao Ge was blushing and forced to say: "The taste of this family is too hot, let's change one, change one."

Mercedes-Benz quickly opened a few tens of meters, turned a corner, and came to a second restaurant with a smaller face and even a lantern and a signboard.

The signboard of this private kitchen is raised in the courtyard of the yard.

This private kitchen is more famous. The ancestors are famous chefs of the kitchen. They have been in business for decades. It is said that the foreign presidents have hosted a lot.

Yan Zhaoge probed his brain and looked at the edge of the pocket car park for a few laps. Then he sighed deeply and his face returned to normal, revealing the victorious smile.

"Ye Zong, let's eat here at noon?"

This is the next turn Ye Qing accident, stopped three cars in the parking space, although there is no heavyweight car in a circle, but this place, obviously not a few million to grab the seat?

There is no restriction on the status of these places, even if there is, Ye Qing is also an absolute qualification. Mainly in these places, meals have to be booked in advance, rushing in, surely several tables inside, have been booked one or two months in advance.

The boss can't drive away a table for millions of people.

Besides, Yan Zhao Ge, who gave up a few million, is still a matter of course.

"Then eat here?" Ye Qing was very curious, he had to be able to resist the Yan Zhao brother.

Determined the location, Yanzhao brother did not park the car in the parking lot, then fell a little backward, posted on the side of the alley, let Ye Qing wait patiently.

Ye Qing looked at the time, just eleven o'clock.

After waiting for about ten minutes, a Maserati president took his head from the corner, then turned to the lights and flashed again, and turned to the pocket parking lot belonging to Wanjia.

Yan Zhao’s expression was a joy, and he quickly pushed the door and got off the car, stopped the white Maserati, and then went around the window of the people and kept talking to the people in the car.

Ye Qing, some of the two monks did not know what to do, Yan Zhaoge chat, and talked for five minutes, he was bent and nodded. Finally, I ran back to my car with joy and took out two bottles of Moutai, which were completely yellowed from the trunk, and gave them to the Maserati owners.

When he drilled into the cab again, Yan Zhaoge was proud of the first prize of Fucai.

"Get it~Ye total, please ask in your room."

"Yan Comrade..." Ye Qing guessed it out: "You won't wait for a half-day, just wait for the guests who booked the table in this restaurant at noon, and then spend money to buy them from them?"

"Fifty thousand, plus two bottles of 20-year-old Maotai." Yan Zhaoge nodded with pride: "Ha ha ~ I told them that one of my hair is small, I will immigrate abroad this evening. His greatest wish Just come here to eat a meal, I am a brother, even if you ask for help at the door, you must satisfy him."

"Day..." Ye Qing really wants to follow Yan Zhao's head all at once.

Passing through the narrow door face and bypassing the wall of the inscription by a prince, Ye Qing suddenly smiled.

It was really a lotus flower in the sesame field. Ye Qing did not expect that in the depths of the quaint old hutong, there was such a beautiful courtyard.

A small stream with lotus leaves, circled along the edge of the courtyard, stepped over the mini white marble bridge, which was clearly an open-air courtyard, but Ye Qing felt a warm breeze.

Great!

Just rushing to this owner, you can raise the lotus leaf in the winter.

"There is floor heating here. In the blue bricks under our feet, there is a fireway that has been repaired in ancient times. In the winter, the warm room is burned up. The whole yard is warm. Of course, now I have changed the plumbing and it is more environmentally friendly." Yan Zhaoge said with emotion: "Hey, the ancients would have enjoyed it. We are a younger generation, of course, we have to take it to the next level."

"You have a 150,000 banquet, and Yanjing, who was a few hundred years ago, is the son of the son who has thrown it out." Ye Qing slammed him with mercy.

On the mouth, Ye Qing still admire the young president's little ability.

An elderly aunt took Ye Qing and Yan Zhao Ge and his party into an antique room. After brewing a pot of tea, the aunt said to go and present the dishes.

Yan Zhaoge gave Ye Qing a science advance in advance, and Wanjia Restaurant could not order food. Even if you book one month in advance, you can't order. What the owner does, the guest eats.

"Whether, I even saw the signatures of the two presidents of Clinton and Medve, even if they were on a table of pickles. I also took it right." Ye Qing picked up the teacup and touched Yan Zhaoge. A bit.