The flowers in the factory of rebirth are too fierce

Shanghai Department Store was the largest comprehensive shopping mall in Shanghai in 1990. Before Yaohan and Friendship Mall entered Shanghai, this was the Champs Elysees and Fifth Avenue in Manhattan in the hearts of Shanghai people.

Lin Zhiyuan and Yang Zhilan were walking in the department store. Yang Zhilan looked around with a little excitement.

Today is their second day in Shanghai. Originally, Lin Zhiyuan wanted to invite Yang Zhilan to visit the scenic spot, but Yang Zhilan was not interested in the scenic spots at all. She asked Lin Zhiyuan to visit the largest tourist attraction in Shanghai. shopping mall.

So the two of them appeared here.

Lin Zhiyuan has been observing Yang Zhilan. He can see that his future mother-in-law is a bit bourgeois at heart. As soon as she arrived in Shanghai, she fell in love with the sophistication of this city.

It can be seen from her behavior after entering the mall. She kept saying wonders, "After all, it is a big shopping mall in Shanghai, but it is more fashionable than the ones in Yanjing. The clothes here are very good-looking."

Lin Zhiyuan smiled knowingly.

I found Yang Zhilan’s weakness.

In the women's clothing store, Lin Zhiyuan paid for Yang Zhilan to buy a high-end woolen skirt worth more than 600 yuan, and promptly sent him a lot of flattery.

"Auntie, only your temperament can bring out the effect. I can see that Su Jin is so beautiful just because of you."

Yang Zhilan is only in her 40s this year. She was a dancer before. Her appearance, figure and temperament are all online. This dress really suits her well.

Sure enough, Yang Zhi Lanle couldn't close her mouth, and her attitude towards Lin Zhiyuan was obviously much better.

After buying this skirt, Lin Zhiyuan spent money to buy a women's skirt suitable for young people, planning to give it to Su Jin after returning to Yanjing.

"Lin Zhiyuan, aren't you going to treat me to a Western meal tonight? Why don't you buy a suit? I heard that the rules in Shanghai are very strict, and many formal occasions prohibit entry if you are not well-dressed."

Yang Zhilan took the initiative to bring this up, and Lin Zhiyuan looked at the jacket he was wearing. This was the jacket Su Jin bought for him last time he went to Yanjing.

Since the mother-in-law made the request, Lin Zhiyuan obeyed, and the two went to the men's clothing counter again.

Most of today's suits are so fat that they look like they were stolen when worn. It took Lin Zhiyuan a long time to choose a suit that is relatively slim. The price is not cheap either. A suit costs 300. It's more than two months' salary for an ordinary worker.

Lin Zhiyuan didn't blink an eyelid and directly paid for a set.

When Lin Zhiyuan came out of the locker room after changing clothes, Yang Zhilan's eyes lit up.

It is true that a man relies on his clothes and a horse relies on its saddle. After changing his suit, Lin Zhiyuan is like a jade tree standing in the wind, a man like a jade in the road, and an unparalleled young master.

When Lin Zhiyuan went to that stop, he automatically attracted the attention of countless women. Even the salesperson at the nearby counter ran over, blushing with shame, and took a few secret glances.

Yang Zhilan sighed in her heart. She was now less and less confident about separating the two.

Yang Zhilan did the math and found that in just a short time, Lin Zhiyuan spent more than 1000 yuan in the mall. Based on his monthly salary of [-] yuan, this amount of money was his half-year income.

Lin Zhiyuan was very generous and calm when he paid, as if he was buying breakfast on the roadside casually.

Could it be that Lin Zhiyuan is really rich and the stocks he bought yesterday can really make a lot of money?

Yang Zhilan, who originally wanted to see Lin Zhiyuan's jokes, now felt a little unconfident.

In the evening, Lin Zhiyuan took Yang Zhilan to the Red House Western Restaurant on Huaihai Road.

The Red House Western Restaurant is the earliest Western restaurant in Shanghai. It was established in 80. In the [-]s and [-]s, the Red House was synonymous with the Western food industry in Shanghai.

When Lin Zhiyuan asked for Yang Zhilan's opinion yesterday, Yang Zhilan directly stated that she wanted to eat Western food, and the best Western food in Shanghai.

Since the future mother-in-law had this request, Lin Zhiyuan immediately made arrangements.

At six o'clock in the evening, the two got out of the taxi and entered the Red House Western Restaurant.

Yang Zhilan looked around again and praised repeatedly, "After all, it is Shanghai, but it is different from Yanjing. Look at this Western restaurant, it is much more exquisite than Lao Mo."

Lin Zhiyuan smiled and said nothing. The future mother-in-law still has a strong petty bourgeoisie complex. In this case, let's start from this aspect.

The two of them went up to the second floor and chose a seat by the window. The waiter brought the menu over.

"Auntie, just order whatever you want to eat."

"Xiao Lin, this is my first time here, and I'm not familiar with this place. Why don't you order some food?" This may be the most polite thing Yang Zhilan has said since she met Lin Zhiyuan.

After all, someone bought her such an expensive skirt during the day, and this is a Western restaurant, so you have to pay attention to quality.

Lin Zhiyuan didn't even look at the menu, so he opened his mouth and said, "Broiled snails, borscht, salad and fried pork chops are all must-orders. Auntie, you must try them."

Yang Zhilan kept nodding.

Lin Zhiyuan handed the menu back to the waiter and repeated what he had just ordered in Shanghainese dialect. The waiter was in awe.

"By the way, what's the best brand of red wine here? Give me a bottle!"

The Lin Zhiyuan in front of him, dressed in a suit, elegant and talking about localization in Shanghai, is exactly the kind of customer that the waiter likes the most.

"Sir, your suit is really nice. It fits you perfectly." The waiter said a few compliments and left.

Lin Zhiyuan said to Yang Zhilan: "Auntie, all I order are the signature dishes here. The Red House is most famous for its braised snails. This dish is known as the national dish in Gaul."

Yang Zhilan looked like she had never seen the world before, nodding her head repeatedly, "I know snails, the Gauls' favorite food."

"The fried pork chop here is also a must-have. This dish is an improved version of Western food. It should be eaten with Shanghai's spicy soy sauce. By the way, the borscht here is also delicious..." Lin Zhiyuan said it all. During the introduction, Yang Zhilan liked this kind of Western restaurant with a petty bourgeois atmosphere, and she was very interested in it at that time.

She couldn't help but ask: "Xiao Lin, have you been here before? It sounds like you are very familiar with it."

"Auntie, in [-], my employer sent me to study at Shanghai Iron and Steel Co., Ltd., and I have been to this restaurant several times." Lin Zhiyuan smiled at her.

Soon, the red wine ordered by Lin Zhiyuan arrived.

Lin Zhiyuan asked the waiter to bring a wine decanter, and while operating it, he explained some tips about red wine to Yang Zhilan.

Soon, other dishes were served one after another.

While Lin Zhiyuan was eating, he pretended to be casual and talked to Yang Zhilan about some basic etiquette for eating Western food, such as the left knife and right fork, the placement of tableware, the order of serving dishes, and what kind of food should be eaten with specific utensils. Yang Zhilan I was just mesmerized.

This kind of little knowledge that could be found by casually searching on the Internet in previous lives is not understood by the public in this era.

After this meal, Lin Zhiyuan's image in Yang Zhilan's mind was completely changed.

In the past, Yang Zhilan always thought that Lin Zhiying was just a small cadre of Lesteel, with the silly, dark and rough temperament of a steel worker, and he didn't understand anything.

But now, Lin Zhiyuan is wearing a suit, holding a knife and fork in his hand, he is gentle and elegant, and he talks well. There is no trace of a steel worker. He is obviously a fashionable Shanghai businessman!