However, Song Zixuan couldn't say this. After all, he was not authentic first. He secretly went to explore the way and wanted to take down the winter melon jar first. Now that he said it doesn't mean he admits it?

This is the case in this industry. You are authentic and you will definitely not be able to get anything. There is nothing explicit about what you can find.

Knowing that he was being played with, Song Zixuan still followed Wang Chengyong into the Xuwei Western Restaurant.

Although this Western restaurant is also a Western restaurant, it is a thousand miles away from Liujinju. If Wang Chengyong has been here, Song Zixuan would not be so strange.

The restaurant is not big, with a total of about 180 square meters and six dining tables. The tables are all old, with old wooden tables and white walls around them, without too much decoration.

If you don’t look at the signboard at the door, Song Zixuan felt that this place looked like a dog food restaurant at the entrance of an alley, and it really didn’t have the style of a Western restaurant.

"Boy, don't look at the broken place here, the food here is not easy."

"What's not simple? I just want to know where that pair of winter melon jars are?" Song Zixuan asked anxiously.

Wang Chengyong frowned and said, "I said, do you understand? Oh, just like you, when you come in, you ask where the winter melon jar is? It's crazy that they can sell you. They don't even order vegetables. They must know you're here to find a bargain."

Upon hearing this, Song Zixuan thought it was the same, mainly because Wang Chengyong had played with him, otherwise he would not have been so arrogant and was so anxious to see the pair of winter melon jars.

"I tell you, the most famous dish in this restaurant is red vegetable soup, butter mixed with stewed beef, which tastes so authentic!"

“Russian food?”

"Okay, boy, I understand this too?" Wang Chengyong showed some appreciation on his face.

"I don't know, I haven't eaten it either. I just read it in books before. Decades ago, almost all Western restaurants in China were mainly Russian food." Song Zixuan said.

Wang Chengyong nodded: "That's right, this is a historical reason. At that time, we had a good relationship with the Russians. When we were eating Western food in that era, we couldn't eat enough bread and butter."

Song Zixuan smiled: "That should be Lieba."

"Yes, yes, expert, haha, when it comes to Western food, this aftertaste Western restaurant has a history. Do you know the first Western restaurant?"

"The first Western food in China... is done by the Germans at Dumen Bar." Song Zixuan said.

"That's right, this Western restaurant is the first Western restaurant run by Chinese people. Is this a famous one?" Wang Chengyong said with a smile.

"Wow, that's history, why isn't it dry?" Song Zixuan asked.

Wang Chengyong smiled and said, "Fire? It depends on how it is called fire. In the 1970s and 1980s, their family was so full of fire every day. Is this called fire?"

Song Zixuan nodded repeatedly.

"Later, when they started working, they invested in other industries. This store was just poking, no matter whether they were losing or making money, they just wanted to have feelings. After all, this is a piece of history in our Dushang market."

"That's right, but... I have to ask, why do I treat you? I'll help you today. Shouldn't you invite me?" Song Zixuan said.

"Hey, your words are not reliable. Although you are the ones who are my nursery today, I will gain insight for you. Is that right? What's wrong with asking me to have a meal based on this?"

Song Zixuan was so helpless. He thought to himself that you had played with me. Now he said he would give me some insight and ask me to treat me. This old man is really a thief.

But he didn't care, he didn't lack money. It was worth it to take a meal to see the winter melon jar.

This is the case for people who love objects. If you spend money, you may not have to get a baby. Some babies will be content if you can take a look at them.

It's like the green kitchen knife in Wang Chengyong's eyes. Even if you can hold the knife and cut the shredded meat twice, it's worth it.

Afterwards, Wang Chengyong asked the waiter to order a few dishes. Although Song Zixuan had never eaten them, he had heard of these dishes.

However, although the store is small, the dishes are not cheap. Each dish costs sixty or seventy yuan. After ordering three dishes and one red vegetable soup, it costs 300 yuan.

Two people spend 300 yuan, which is quite a bit more than a small amount of money.

Soon, a few dishes were placed on the table, and at this time, two more tables were sitting on the guests.

Song Zixuan looked at the watch: "I'll be on the customer at this time. The business should be very stable, right?"

"Haha, most of us are here at our age, and we are here to find feelings, but I found that many young people have come recently. The taste is the king. Try this, butter mixed with it is delicious!"

Song Zixuan took a bite and it turned out to be good. He said, "No, I don't know if it's authentic, but the taste is really good. The chefs here are not simple."

Wang Chengyong smiled when he heard this: "Not even possible, after all, it has been more than a hundred years. This cook has changed generations, and each generation is worse than the next."

Song Zixuan nodded. It was really a century-old store.

Wang Chengyong approached Song Zixuan and whispered with his hand covering his mouth, "The food in his house was so bad some time ago, I don't plan to come, but the taste has come back recently. I heard that their house is outsourcing."

"Outsourcing? Can restaurants still do this?"

"It's not new. Now many restaurants buy finished products. They open it and pour it into the plate and sell it. This is not new."

Song Zixuan nodded slowly: "That's right, but this taste is delicious, and the outsourcing chef is amazing."

"That is... first you have to understand hungry dishes, then you have to really learn it, and then you have to understand it yourself. Haha, you can't learn this thing with the recipe, you have to really get started."

Upon hearing this, Song Zixuan was a little interested in the outsourcing provider of this restaurant. This cooking skill... If he could cooperate with Facai Hotel, it would also attract a lot of people.

But unfortunately, the scale of Facai Hotel is still a little smaller, otherwise it can be divided into Chinese and Western dining areas, which will make it even more gimmick.

After eating a few more bites of the dish, Song Zixuan said, "Don't eat it all the time, hurry up and talk about the winter melon jar?"

After learning about the history of aftertaste Western food, Song Zixuan also believes that Wang Chengyong's words are true. This century-old restaurant, especially the old foreign restaurant, is highly likely to have cloisonné enamel items.

Nowadays, many cloisonné enamel items are returned from abroad, and this kind of foreign store is more likely to appear.

Wang Chengyong smiled and said, "You are just blind, look up!"

Song Zixuan immediately looked around and found that there were display boards on the upper side of the wall, with many handicrafts on them, including vases, easels, and a pair of winter melon jars from Wang Chengyong's mouth.

As Wang Chengyong said, this jar is considered a palace style, and both the filigree technique and the color combination are all noble.

Moreover, the pure copper carcass is extremely perfect in shape and can definitely bear the master's craftsmanship. The most important thing is that from this perspective, the whole product is flawless and there is no incomplete or damaged.

Looking at the jar, Song Zixuan felt that he could not even pull out his eyes. Looking at the winter melon cup, he seemed to see the scene in the palace at that time. The princess and concubines were chatting there, while the palace maids were cleaning the ground and wiping the palace lanterns.

Thinking of this scene, Song Zixuan couldn't help but smile with enjoyment.

"Hey, boy, what are you thinking? I'm afraid you will laugh. Let me tell you, these two jars are already surnamed Wang." Wang Chengyong hurriedly lit Song Zixuan with chopsticks and said.

"Hey, how do you plan to get it? This thing is so high, do you think they know it's valuable?" Song Zixuan said with a smile.

"Nonsense, I definitely don't know, otherwise I can put it there? If I fall down and throw it away, I won't feel sorry for you."

Song Zixuan nodded slowly, thinking that this is the reason. He liked the pair of winter melon jars from the bottom of his heart, but unfortunately, when he came today, that thing was destined to be the king.

While talking, Wang Chengyong stood up and said, "Wait, I'll go over and chat now. You can see my signal later and go over and help me."

Song Zixuan made an OK gesture, and Wang Chengyong left.

Seeing Wang Chengyong talking and gesture to the manager at the front desk, Song Zixuan couldn't help but smile. Suddenly, he thought that it should be the same when he was holding objects, and he couldn't help but feel a little funny.

He ate a few more bites of the dish. The taste of the dish seemed to suit his taste, but he did not look at the winter melon jar again. He knew the rules. At this time, Wang Chengyong could not take it anymore.

Soon, he saw the signal from Wang Chengyong and walked over.

"Dad, why are you so long to settle the account?" Song Zixuan came over and called him dad directly, but he didn't suffer any loss. Wang Chengyong is how old is than Song Yunhan.

"Oh, it's not checkout, son, I think those two jars are beautiful. Do you think it's good to put them on the windowsill of our house?" Wang Chengyong pointed to the pair of winter melon jars and said.

Song Zixuan looked in the direction of Wang Chengyong's finger and said, "What a broken thing, why are you buying that?"

"You don't understand. I've found someone to see Feng Shui and said that our windowsill lacked two decorations. I went there a few days ago with your mother. There was nothing good to look at. I think this pair looks pretty good."

Song Zixuan nodded slowly: "Oh... that's easy, how much is it."

"People say this is from family, so they have to pay 20,000 yuan."

"How many?" Song Zixuan shouted in surprise.

"Twenty thousand... I think it's a little expensive, too." Wang Chengyong looked embarrassed.

"Don't play anymore, it's 20,000 yuan... I'm not good to buy something, hurry up and go back to have a meal." Song Zixuan said.

Wang Chengyong looked at the two jars again and said, "But... Manager, you can't be cheaper, 20,000 yuan... it's really outrageous."

"Dad, don't ask, hurry up and go back for dinner. You said how many fake antiques you bought? You still come? Sooner or later, your family will defeat you!" Song Zixuan scolded.

At this time, Song Zixuan's expression was like a real one. This is also the reason why Wang Chengyong looked for him. This kid is really clever...

When he heard this, the manager was displeased and immediately said, "Young man, you can't talk nonsense. I took this thing from my own house and didn't plan to sell it at all. You can't buy it, but this can is really not a fake antique."

Song Zixuan and Wang Chengyong were both happy. They were waiting for this sentence. If the manager didn't fight, it would be difficult for them to find an entry point.

Wang Chengyong immediately said, "Look at me, this thing looks real."

"Come on, then tell me, what dynasty is this from?" Song Zixuan asked.

"This is from the late Qing Dynasty, and it is absolutely impossible to be wrong." The manager said.

Song Zixuan smiled in his heart: "Come on, Dad, I'll check it online for you, how much does such a jar cost?"

As he said that, he took out his cell phone and started searching.

At this moment, the store door was pushed open and a familiar figure walked in.
Chapter completed!