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Chapter 57: A restaurant I had no impression of

Chapter 57: A Restaurant I Didn't Remember
It's very quiet in Chinatown.

The lighting is not very good and it's a bit dark.

Except for two non-authentic Chinese restaurants that are still open, most of the shops are closed.

Those two Chinese restaurants also mainly serve fried rice and spring rolls, and do more of the delivery business.

Ottilie ignored him and walked forward with Liu Jin.

Halfway through her walk, she turned into an alley.

Liu Jin was stunned.

He knew there was such an alley, but it seemed to be a dead end.

There is no way in!
He had passed by in his previous life, but never walked in.

Liu Jin hurriedly tried to call Ottilie.

How can this girl be so bold that she drives people away by any road?

But before he could say anything, Ottilie knocked on the door.

It turns out that there is another family living here. If you don’t come in, you might not notice it.

Anyway, Liu Jin didn't notice it in his memory.

The door is open.

He is a Chinese man, tall and strong, and looks very strong.

He is a bit old, with gray hair, and looks to be at least fifty years old.

"Uncle Zhong, what delicious food do you have today?"

Oh, this foreign girl can speak Cantonese?
The old man glanced at Ottilie and then at Liu Jin.

A bit chilly...

"Oh, my dear, today we only have squab and clay pot rice. Do you want to eat them or not?"

"Yeah, I like squab and clay pot rice the most. What kind of soup do you have?"

"Peanut stewed pig's feet."

"Hey!"

The two communicated in Cantonese.

Liu Jin was watching from the side and had a very strange feeling.

He can understand Cantonese.

Who of his age has not been baptized by Cantonese songs?

From Alan Tam's half-asleep, half-awake, to Leslie Cheung's past love...

Damn, the horrible memories are starting to flood my brain!

My brother is still alive now, but it seems like he will jump off the tree in two years!

If Liu Jin has any regret, it is his brother's death... Can it be changed?

He even changed the fate of Zhao Qian, the little green tea girl. Can he change his brother's fate?

But, it’s a bit troublesome!

His brother was in Hong Kong, and Liu Jin had no way of contacting him.

"Amos, come in."

After Ottilie finished communicating with the old man, she called Liu Jin in.

But even after calling twice, Liu Jin did not respond.

She had no choice but to come over again and pat Liu Jin...

Liu Jin finally reacted, smiled, and followed Ottilie into the door.

There is a small courtyard facing two rows of houses.

If we look at it from the Chinese design perspective, it consists of a main house and a wing room.

Ottilie brought Liu Jin to the wing room... It was a small restaurant with a few tables, but no one was there.

“Uncle Zhong is a very good chef. He came here to retire and opened a restaurant purely out of interest.

He doesn't have a menu here, they just cook whatever is cooked. Not many people know about this place, not even many people in Chinatown know about it.

But Uncle Zhong’s cooking is really delicious.”

"No, how did you find such a secret fairy house?"

"hey-hey!"

Ottilie smiled complacently but made no reply.

Each person had two baby pigeons, which were rosy in color, shiny and fragrant.

An electric rice cooker with clay pot rice inside.

Then each person gets a bowl of peanut stewed pig's trotter soup.

Only then did Liu Jin realize that Uncle Zhong seemed to be a cripple and walked with a limp.

But the lower body is very stable!
He has an aura about him.

Liu Jin couldn't explain what kind of momentum that was.

When he stared at Liu Jin, Liu Jin felt his hair stand on end and his whole body went cold.

Fortunately, Uncle Zhong didn't pay too much attention to him.

"What's the origin?"

"I don't know, except that he was in Paris."

"All right!"

For foodies, the origin of the food is not important, what matters is that the food tastes good. And Uncle Zhong is really good at cooking.

The baby pigeon...it felt a hundred times better than the baby pigeon he had in Guangzhou in his previous life. Only the baby pigeon in some small restaurants on Xiadu Road could compare.

But that restaurant has been around for decades!

After Lao Zhong delivered the food, he left.

He sat at the door of the main room, and soon the sound of Cantonese opera came.

"The Flower of the Imperial Concubine"!
Should, seems like, maybe...

The clay pot rice is also delicious, the burnt aroma mixed with the cured meat is absolutely amazing!
Ottilie ate three bowls of clay pot rice, and Liu Jin took the rest.

"Uncle Zhong, I'll pay the bill."

"Sincerely, one thousand three hundred yuan."

Liu Jin widened his eyes and was about to speak when he saw Ottilie wink at him.

He hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, took out two 500-franc notes and three 100-franc notes, and placed them on the table.

Ottilie pulled Liu Jin out.

Uncle Zhong sat in a rocking chair, rocking back and forth.

It’s “The Flower of the Imperial Concubine”, that’s right!
"Uncle Zhong, let's go first."

"There's time for dinner."

Uncle Zhong was still sitting there, not even getting up.

He closed his eyes and swayed, swayed!
So pretentious!
Liu Jin couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Are you feeling distressed?"

"Not really, but... it's too expensive!"

"Hehe, just tell me if it's worth it?"

"value!"

"That's all, isn't it? Hehe, let's eat together later...Mera and Chloe feel greasy and don't want to come. Uncle Zhong's food is not delivered, only dine-in. He doesn't say he wants to make money, it's mainly to relieve boredom."

In the past, when Zhang Chichi was here, we often came here.

After she returned home, I came over occasionally, but I couldn’t finish the food and was not allowed to take it away…”

"With so many rules, why are you still coming?"

"It's delicious!" Ottilie laughed. "Besides, I really like Uncle Zhong. He's so cool."

"like?"

Liu Jin heard something.

Ottilie didn't say anything, just drove quietly.

……

Mela is a weirdo, and everyone around her is also a weirdo.

Mela and Chloe are lesbians.

Ottilie is such a young girl... but she's not young anymore, she's almost thirty, and it will be difficult for her to have children if she doesn't get married.

Older mothers...

"Uncle Zhong, how old are you?"

"I want you to take care of it!"

"OK, OK, I've said too much! But his cooking is indeed good, much better than many so-called chefs."

"That is!"

Look how proud you are. What are you proud of?
Does it have anything to do with you?

The old man doesn't care about you at all!
Liu Jin muttered to himself in his heart.

But he didn't dare say it!
The car stopped downstairs of Singla Publishing House.

Liu Jin's little donkey is still here.

"Amos, do you think I'm sick?"

"what?"

"I mean, Uncle Zhong."