59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang.

"Hello, comrade. How many are you?"

Tianjin Canal Port, although canal transportation has declined, the main means of transportation now is train, followed by trucks, and the number of ships on the canal is less than one-tenth of that in the past.

But this place is still a gathering place for all kinds of people. Even though it is hazy in the autumn rain, the nearby state-owned teahouse still has many customers.

"Three of you, first bring a kettle of boiled water. Bring it to a boil."

Chen Feng took a look at the counter, which was full of scented tea and the like, not even high-quality tea. He could only ask for a pot of boiling water and make his own tea.

"I have dried fish and prawns here. Would you like some?" The waiter enthusiastically promoted, "The fish dumplings next door are very good. They are only eight cents. If you add two cents, you can get an extra sesame pancake."

Chen Feng came here on a motorcycle, and it would be a shame if the waiter didn't promote the car well.

Chen Feng looked towards the next door. There was indeed a special aroma of fish in the air. It was obvious that this should be a time-honored restaurant with quite good cooking skills.

"Do you like the lesbian next door?"

"Ah, ah, no!" The male waiter blushed and shook his head vigorously.

"Has their family been doing this for many years?"

With nothing to do, Chen Feng "took out" a bag of Biluochun from his backpack, grabbed a handful and threw it into the teapot.

The waiter's eyes widened.

Such complete tea leaves are rare nowadays!

"Comrade?"

"Ah, yes, yes." The male waiter came back to his senses and said, "Yes, my family and Xiao Chun's family are both time-honored brands. We used to rely on the Cao Gang for our livelihood. At that time, we paid 20% in taxes and 20% in gang fees every month, and the rest of the hard-earned money was ours."

"If you count it, it's been almost a hundred years since my grandfather."

Chen Feng nodded and said, "We should make a note of it. When a hundred years pass, we will write "Hundred-year-old Brand" on the plaque. This should attract many people."

There are actually many century-old brands like this in Tianjin, and Goubuli is not even among them.

The Cao Gang was a huge organization that had already grown to a considerable size during the Yuan Dynasty and had a very long history. Many of the businesses and shops near the wharf have also gone through ups and downs, changed hands many times, and continue to this day.

"It makes sense!"

The male waiter's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly.

Although it is now a public-private partnership, the management rights of the teahouse are still in the hands of his father. Adding a few words on the plaque is only a matter of a few cents.

A few minutes later, Zhang Qian came over in a carriage and saw Chen Feng drinking tea in a teahouse near the pier. He quickly stopped the carriage in front of the teahouse.

"Shut up!"

"Anything to eat, waiter?"

The male waiter recommended the fish buns from next door.

"Give me three baskets, and some of the dried fish you mentioned."

"Okay, come right away!"

Finally I have an excuse to go next door and talk.

Chen Feng poured tea for Zhang Qian and asked, "Didn't you have breakfast?"

Zhang Qian drank it all in one breath and found that the aroma of the tea was very good. He thought it was from a teahouse.

"I took the bus early in the morning, but others went to the fishery company to buy fish, so I had to get off halfway and rent a horse-drawn carriage to rush over. Fortunately, I was not late."

He looked at his watch and found that it was still more than ten minutes before 12 o'clock.

"Is anyone at the dock?"

"no one!"

Chen Feng answered with certainty that although he did not go down, he was sure that Guo Deyou was not there.

"Then let's wait."

"Comrade, the steamed buns you ordered also come with dried fish and sesame cakes."

"Thank you!"

Zhang Qian ate a few immediately, and Chen Feng also tried a few bites. They were indeed very good.

It tastes much better than the real Goubuli in the future.

"Master Guo, you are here!"

Zhang Qian finished eating two baskets of buns, and Guo Deyou showed up with Ding Mao on time. It was only a dozen seconds before twelve o'clock. This guy was really punctual.

By this time, most of the guests had left, either going home for lunch or to a restaurant.

There were only two of them left in the teahouse.

"Lao Zhang, who is this nephew?"

"Um, the future general manager of my company!" Zhang Qian almost said something like "chief executive", but luckily he had thought about it beforehand.

Guo Deyou and Ding Mao exchanged glances and felt a little relieved.

Last time they assigned Zhang Qian to come, his status was good enough, but it was not as prestigious as the young leader of Changsheng Mountain coming in person!

"You two, Uncle Zhang will be in charge of today's affairs. I am just here to pay the bill."

Chen Feng smiled and opened his backpack, and took out the roast duck that was sealed in the space, a twenty-year-old Fenjiu, a lunch box of mutton, a lunch box of stir-fried venison with green onions, and three packs of Zhonghua cigarettes.

Guo Deyou was stunned when he saw the steaming meat. When he saw the meat and wine, he almost grabbed them with chopsticks on the spot.

“This trip is worth it!”

Zhang Qian didn't understand how Chen Feng bought it, but that didn't stop him from pretending to have one!

"Haha, everyone, this is cooked by the royal chef, eat it quickly, it won't taste good if it gets cold."

he said in a low voice.

"Imperial chef, you have to taste it carefully!" Guo Deyou's eyes seemed to be shining, like a hungry wolf.

It seems that the benefits of the tax bureau are not that good!

Ding Mao ate a piece of duck meat and nodded, "It is indeed the work of the imperial chef. When I was a child, my father took me to eat in many big restaurants. Unfortunately, Tianjin has declined now."

Chen Feng poured wine for Zhang Qian and the other three old men.

Guo Deyou said disdainfully: "When the emperor died, all those wealthy Manchu princes and nobles came here, not forgetting to bring their imperial kitchens and horses with them, which is why Tianjin is so empty and rich."

"I think it's better now. At least without those princes and nobles, everyone doesn't have to eat only crabs, they can eat rice!"

Ding Mao glanced at his eldest brother who had disliked the powerful and wealthy for many years, smiled, and did not argue with him as he did before.

"Come on, have a drink."

Zhang Qian could already smell that it was Fenjiu, but he couldn't tell the difference after so many years.

Now Fenjiu is the number one liquor and it has not been ruined by those idiots and its reputation and word of mouth.

"Comrade Xiao Chen, what kind of meat is this? It doesn't look like pork. It's a bit dry, yet smooth like pork. It's strange!" Guo Deyou asked curiously after drinking a cup and taking a bite of venison.

Ding Mao said calmly, "You asked me to prepare a banquet and eat venison. Have you forgotten?"

Guo Deyou was speechless and said, "How can I remember something that happened more than ten years ago? Can you remember what meat dishes were served at the banquet when you came to become my disciple?"

Now it was Ding Mao's turn to be speechless. After so much time had passed, who could remember what the meal he had eaten so many years ago was.

Chen Feng and Zhang Qian exchanged glances and poured them wine with a smile.

The meat and dishes that Changshengshan's young master poured the wine and brought out himself were not that tasty.

He felt that this trip was a safe one.

"It smells so good. The lamb is cooked to perfection. It tastes better than the roast lamb I've had at Yingbinlou." Guo Deyou picked up his chopsticks repeatedly. He ate quickly and accurately, like a gangster, as if he was competing with Zhang Qian.

Unlike Ding Mao, he is still as elegant and calm as the eldest young master.

This is similar to Chen Feng.