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Yue Ruoyin originally thought that a high-priced restaurant like Quanjude wouldn't have many people, but after entering, she found it was packed.

A few people walked to the back of the restaurant and finally found an empty table and sat down.

"I heard that the food in high-priced restaurants is very expensive, so why do so many people still come here to eat?" Yue Ruoyin was a little confused when she saw that Quanjude's business was so good.

Yue Wenxuan sat down on the chair steadily, picked up the menu and said:
"Do you think that people in Kyoto only earn 18 yuan a month like you?

After all, this is the capital, and there are many people with monthly salaries of over 100 yuan. These high-paid people can afford to eat out occasionally at a high-priced restaurant, even if they don’t have to eat out every day.”

After Yue Ruoyin sat down, she kept looking around. Everything she saw was strange to her. She couldn't help but say:
"I really envy these wealthy people who earn high salaries. This is my first time eating at Quanjude since I was a child. This is really an eye-opener for me."

Wen Xiaoqing suggested bringing his sister along, and Yue Wenxuan did not object because he had thought of this. His sister Yue Ruoyin was already eighteen years old, and she rarely had the chance to eat at ordinary restaurants, let alone expensive restaurants like Quanjude.

As an older brother, Yue Wenxuan is naturally willing to create better conditions for his sister, if conditions permit, so as to at least broaden her horizons.

Yue Wenxuan glanced at the menu, then handed it to Wen Xiaoqing and said casually to his sister:

"You didn't catch up with the good times. When you can remember, our family's situation has become increasingly difficult. In the past ten years, even if our family had the means, we dared not go to restaurants easily, lest someone with ulterior motives saw us and deliberately found fault with us and slandered us.

In my memory, when I was young, my parents often took the whole family to restaurants for dinner. Quanjude was also here before, but you were too young at that time and have long forgotten it. "

"I actually ate roast duck at Quanjude?" Yue Ruoyin was surprised. "How come I don't remember it? I really have no impression at all now."

Seeing his younger sister's regretful look, Yue Wenxuan continued, "You are not a child prodigy. How can you always have the memories of your childhood? Childhood memories can be forgotten. It's no big deal. I brought you here today. Order whatever you want later. I will definitely let you eat your fill this time."

Wen Xiaoqing took a quick look at the menu and handed it to Yue Ruoyin. "Since your second brother said he wants you to eat as much as you want, you can order the dishes."

Yue Ruoyin took the menu nonchalantly, and after just a few glances, she looked shocked, her eyes widened as she said:

"Why is it so expensive? Even if it's a high-priced restaurant, they can't rip people off like this. Who can afford such a high price?"

"Quanjude is a high-priced restaurant, and the prices are high to begin with. Didn't your second brother tell you not to save money for him? Just be bold and don't worry. Anyway, he brought enough money today, so he won't leave you to wash dishes."

Wen Xiaoqing's parents are senior officials. They used to come to Quanjude for dinner often and were very familiar with the prices here, so they were very calm.

Yue Ruoyin read through the menu carefully again, but still felt that the dishes were too expensive. She didn't dare to order any of them. In the end, she had to hand the menu back to Yue Wenxuan, "Brother, you should order the food. You're the one paying for it anyway. I won't order anything, lest I spend too much and you come after me."

"I knew you were useless. Even when I gave you the chance, you didn't dare to do it." Yue Wenxuan criticized his sister mercilessly.

He looked at the menu again and ordered a roast duck for 8.82 yuan, fried shrimp chips, sea cucumber soup, alfalfa meat and fresh mushrooms and rapeseed, and then ordered four bottles of draft beer.

Yue Ruoyin was very sensitive to the prices of dishes, and began to silently calculate how much these dishes would cost.

Fried shrimp chips are 4.4 yuan, blanched sea cucumber is 2 yuan, Mu Shu pork is 0.95 yuan, fresh mushrooms and rapeseed are 1.5 yuan, plus a roast duck at 8.82 yuan, all together it's nearly 17 yuan!
In addition, each serving of scallion sauce costs 2 yuan, three taels of lotus leaf pancakes cost 1 yuan, and draft beer costs 5 yuan a bottle, which adds up to another yuan.

Just for three people, a meal would cost eighteen or nineteen yuan. This consumption level was far beyond Yue Ruoyin's understanding.

After figuring out this number, she covered her chest and said, "A meal costs 18 or 19 yuan, and my monthly salary is gone.

I swear, I will never come to Quanjude to eat again!

If I didn't want to broaden my horizons, I wouldn't want to eat this meal today. Even though I spent my second brother's money, I still feel heartbroken. "

"You said this yourself, you'd better remember it and never forget it.

Next time your sister Xiaoqing and I come to Quanjude for dinner, we won’t invite you. Don’t feel wronged then.”

Hearing what her second brother said, Yue Ruoyin was immediately unhappy, "It's okay to feel bad, but you still have to eat. We are a family, you two can't eat alone, next time you go out to eat, you must call me."

Wen Xiaoqing glared at Yue Wenxuan and assured him, "Don't worry, I will definitely not leave you behind. Next time we go out to eat, we won't go to Quanjude. We can go to Fengze Garden or Moscow Restaurant."

"Then let's go to Lao Mo!" Yue Ruoyin immediately perked up, looking very excited and happy. "I heard that Lao Mo's tableware is all made of pure silver, and you can put a few in your pocket when you leave after dinner. I wonder if it's true?"

Wen Xiaoqing said: "Indeed, many people do this, but it is best for us girls not to learn from them."

"Listen to your sister Xiaoqing. After all, you are a girl, so it's better for you to behave like a lady. It's too untasteful to take some tableware from others when leaving the restaurant. We can't follow their example when we know it's wrong." Yue Wenxuan gave the same advice.

Yue Ruoyin said with longing: "I didn't intend to take their sterling silver tableware, but I thought it would be very exciting to eat with sterling silver tableware."

"Since you want to go so much, let's go to Lao Mo's for dinner next time. I will definitely let you have a good experience."

It was just a matter of spending some money, so Yue Wenxuan made a promise to his sister without hesitation.

While they were talking, the waiter brought over the roast duck.

With the waiter's light steps, a roast duck with bright red color, crispy skin and tender meat was placed steadily on the table.

In an instant, a rich fragrance spread, causing Yue Ruoyin and Wen Xiaoqing to take a deep breath involuntarily, and their faces were filled with smiles of anticipation and satisfaction.

Yue Wenxuan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, as if he was confident about the upcoming food feast.

The waiter put on gloves, picked up a sharp blade, and skillfully began his "artistic performance". He skillfully cut several fine lines on the roast duck, and each cut was extremely precise, which not only preserved the integrity of the duck skin, but also allowed the duck meat to be evenly heated to achieve the best taste.

As the blade in his hand flew up and down, slices of duck meat as thin as a cicada's wing and crystal clear were neatly placed on the plate beside him.

"Please enjoy your meal, comrades." The waiter politely stepped aside, leaving the table filled with fragrance and anticipation.

Yue Ruoyin's eyes widened, as if she had never seen such a scene before. She exclaimed: "It turns out that roast duck can be sliced ​​like this. This craftsmanship is really amazing!"

After saying that, she couldn't wait to pick up a lotus leaf pancake, carefully picked up a few slices of duck meat, dipped it in some sweet noodle sauce, put some chopped green onions on it, wrapped it lightly, and put it into her mouth.

At this moment, her eyes were shining with happiness, as if all her troubles disappeared with this delicious bite.

"Mm, it's delicious! The skin is crispy, the meat is tender, and the aroma is rich. It's simply a delicacy on earth!" Yue Ruoyin praised it endlessly, completely immersed in this taste feast.

Yue Wenxuan was delighted when he saw this. For his sister, this experience was not just about having a delicious meal, but more importantly, it was about enjoying the process of life and the change in her mentality.

He patted his sister's arm and said with a smile, "Eat more if you like. If there is a chance in the future, your second brother will bring you here again and will definitely not leave you behind."

Wen Xiaoqing was not to be outdone. She elegantly rolled up a lotus leaf cake, took a bite, savored it carefully, and exclaimed:
"I haven't had Quanjude's roast duck for a few years, and the taste is still the same as before, without changing at all.

When I was young, I would come to Quanjude to eat roast duck once or twice a year. Every time I came here it was like Chinese New Year, and I was so happy.

Looking back now, those memories seem to be from a long time ago. Now when I come to Quanjude again, everything around me has changed, but the taste of Quanjude roast duck is still the same as before. "

It was clearly a beautiful childhood memory, but when it came out of Wen Xiaoqing's mouth, it sounded heavy.

Yue Wenxuan quickly changed the subject and reminded his sister not to just focus on eating roast duck, but also not to miss out on other delicacies.

As the roast duck gradually dwindled, the atmosphere on the table became more and more cozy. The three of them ate and chatted, from childhood anecdotes to future dreams, from the prosperity of Kyoto to the past of queue-jumping, with endless topics and laughter.

Yue Ruoyin was even more excited. She had never thought that one day she would be able to share such a wonderful time with her family in such a high-end restaurant. It was all so beautiful. She had never been so happy as she was now.

Yue Ruoyin thought the roast duck and other dishes were all delicious. However, she was greatly disappointed by the beer she tasted for the first time in her life.

"I thought the beer was so delicious, but it tasted like swill. It's so disappointing."

Yue Ruoyin pushed the glass of beer in front of Yue Wenxuan and said, "Brother, I'll just take a sip. You can have the rest. If I force myself to drink it, it will be a waste."

Beer is a special product that is subject to unified purchase and sale. The supply is tight, and self-sale is only to high-end restaurants, government compounds, tourist attractions, etc. If ordinary people want to drink beer, they have to carry a thermos and queue up to buy "loose beer". It takes a long time to queue up. People who don't particularly like it are unwilling to waste this time.

"Okay, since you can't get used to drinking, then don't drink. You eat more roast duck and I drink more beer, and we can both get what we need."

After eating roast duck at Quanjude, Yue Wenxuan looked at the time. It was just one o'clock in the afternoon, the hottest time of the day. In such a hot day, no matter where you go, you will sweat all over. Yue Wenxuan no longer had the mood to continue the date and simply went home.

After submitting his manuscript to People's Literature, Yue Wenxuan temporarily put the matter behind him. In his opinion, whether it was rejected or accepted, it would take at least half a month or even a month. In the following period of time, he planned to write another short story. He had several ideas at the moment, and he had to consider which one was more suitable.

What he didn't expect was that the editor came to him just three days after he sent out the submission.

The editor who came to the door was named Xiao Yunfan. He looked to be in his forties, not tall, and wore a pair of glasses. He always had a smile on his face, making him look very friendly at first sight.

After the two introduced themselves to each other, Xiao Yunfan said bluntly, "If I hadn't seen you in person, I really wouldn't have believed that Wen Xuan, who has a sophisticated and beautiful writing style, would actually be a young man of twenty years old, and he looks so handsome and heroic, which is completely different from the image of the author I imagined."

When Yue Wenxuan submitted his manuscript, he couldn't think of a pen name to use, so he simply used the two words "Wenxuan".

"So what kind of person did you think I was before you saw me?" Yue Wenxuan asked.

"When people read your prose, they can always feel the profound meaning in it. Without a certain literary foundation and life experience, it is difficult to give people such a feeling in writing.

After reading several of your essays, several of us editors unanimously agreed that the author is most likely a veteran cadre with rich grassroots experience.

I never thought that you, the author, are just a young man in his twenties.

The countryside you describe is realistic and beautiful. People can't stop reading from the beginning. After reading it, they feel as if they are there. It is so impressive and they can't forget it.

To be able to write with such strong true feelings, since the author is not an old cadre with grassroots experience, then he must be an educated youth who has been to the countryside. You must have just returned to the city, right? "

Xiao Yunfan was obviously very interested in Yue Wenxuan's past experiences.

Yue Wenxuan certainly had nothing to hide about his experiences over the past few years. Since the editor in front of him was interested, he didn't mind having a good chat with him about the past.

Yue Wenxuan's words were very humorous. Although his life was obviously extremely hard, Xiao Yunfan only heard optimism and hard work, and did not sense the slightest regret or resentment.

And this kind of emotional expression is exactly the same as that in the essays he had read.

Xiao Yunfan has always felt that words are a continuation of the writer's emotions, and he feels that what he heard and felt today once again verified this point.

(End of this chapter)