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

She had already taken the bus to the small shop with authentic mutton hotpot that someone asked.

"Miss Qiao, here."

The car entered an antique alley and stopped outside. They walked in. It was Saturday. Ye Wangchuan brought her to a tourist attraction. The alley was bustling with people coming to visit. Shannanhai

There are all the accents of the north, and there are many shops of ten square meters large on both sides of the road, selling porcelain, antiques and beaded necklaces for ten yuan.

She thought she would have to walk for a long time before she could reach the place where he said he was eating, but who knew that they had already stopped in front of a courtyard.

You can also hear the chatting sounds of bustling tourists in front of the street. Across the street, it is winding and quiet, and leisurely.

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

The fragrance of the October laurel is wafting, and the faint fragrance of the osmanthus can be smelled throughout the road.

Gu San seemed to be very familiar with this place and said with a smile: "Miss Qiao, it's here. This mutton hotpot is very delicious. It can be said that the most authentic mutton hotpot in Beijing is the one that needs to be set in half a year in advance, and most people still eat it.

Not."

Qiao Nian raised her eyes, looked at the green bricks and green tiles in front of her, and said leisurely: "Well, I see it."

Yuan Yongqin bought a household for her in Siheyuan, Beijing.

9 digits.

The location is not as good as this, nor is it as big as this one.

Opening a store to sell mutton hotpot in such places is basically a private dish.

Anyone who has the word "private" is not a place to eat anywhere.

The price is as authentic as the taste!

Ordinary people in these places may not even hear the names, nor will they appear on some review apps. After all, most people cannot afford to consume, let alone the taste of reviews.

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

Qiao Nian doesn't care. She can afford to come by herself, but she just can't book a seat, so she followed her casually.

Only Gu San looked at them as they were more casual, and then thought about how excited he was just now, touched the tip of his nose and followed him in with a whimper.

The courtyard is as big as Qiao Nianii, and it is the style of Laojing City. It is not exquisitely decorated, and it is not as rough and elegant as the pavilions and towers in the south. It is more rough and elegant than the northern buildings.

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

As soon as they entered, the boss came up to him. When he saw Ye Wangchuan, he couldn't stop smiling. He looked in her direction frequently, but he didn't know what he said.

Qiao Nian didn't care, and her dark eyes looked around lazyly.

Soon the boss found an empty space for them and brought the pot up.

The red dipping dish was delivered to me, which was different from sesame sauce.

Ye Wangchuan picked up the dipping dish with his beautiful hand and placed it intimately in front of the girl sitting there playing with his phone. He gave a low reminder: "It's a bit spicy, I can't stand it anymore and tell me that I'll ask the boss to change it for you again."

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

There is no way, people who like mutton hotpot in Beijing don’t know that this private dish is very rules, it’s not accurate, so don’t.
Chapter completed!