Tang Qianyan

At the end of the Qing Dynasty, a chef named "Qishilin" who came to Tianjin with the German invading army opened a restaurant with the same name as him, spreading Western food culture. This restaurant is still a legendary chapter that is still talked about by the older generation. .In the 20s, there were gradually a certain number of western restaurants in Peking, which believed in gorgeous decoration and elegant style.

It was the era when Eastern and Western cultures collided, so everything in the western restaurant was novel to Tang Qianyan.

The small table is covered with a white tablecloth, and delicate flowers are placed in colorful vases; the rattan chair is covered with thick velvet cushions, and thick oil paintings are hung on the walls.The hall is serenade, elegant melody, no one is making noise, as if there is only spotless leisure here.

A waiter in a black dress held the registration book and asked softly, "Do you have an appointment, sir?"

Bai Wusheng nodded and gave his name.

The waiter checked the registration book and made a gesture of invitation: "You two follow me."

The waiter led the two of them to a corner where there was a red wall decorated with green vines, which blocked a small space and blocked most of the sight of outsiders.

There was cold water and hot towels on the table, and the waiter handed over a delicate book and said, "This is the menu, what do you two want to order?"

Bai Wusheng opened it casually, and there were different dishes, drinks, and desserts written in German and English. Bai Wusheng turned to the pasta page and signaled to the waiter to order two pasta dishes.

The waiter complied and trotted away.

"What did you order?" Tang Qianyan asked.

Bai Wusheng exhaled lightly, raised his hand to untie his collar, and answered him, "Spaghetti."

Face...Tang Qianyan should feel at ease, after all, it's not something weird that might embarrass him.

The result was still difficult.

Tang Qianyan was at a loss for what to do with the pasta wrapped around the white porcelain and the silver fork.

"Fork?" Tang Qianyan and Bai Wusheng confirmed again.

Bai Wusheng looked at Tang Qianyan's stupefied face, he really loved him, and couldn't help wanting to get up and kiss him, but he still stopped.

"Well, a fork." Holding the fork, Bai Wusheng rolled up the noodles on the plate.

"Come on, I'll teach you." Bai Wusheng handed the fork wrapped with noodles to Tang Qianyan's lips: "Bite one end of the noodles, don't bite it off."

Tang Qianyan hesitated for a moment, opened her mouth and carefully bit one end of the noodles.

Bai Wusheng laughed lightly, loosened the noodles round and round, and bit the other end of the noodles himself.

Tang Qianyan was slightly stunned, Bai Wusheng had already eaten the noodles bit by bit and the noodles became shorter and shorter, he got up and slowly approached Tang Qianyan.

With his lips close at hand, Bai Wusheng bit off the pasta, returned to his position and looked at Tang Qianyan with a smile.

Tang Qianyan's face was a little blush, he really thought that Bai Wusheng would kiss him like that.

"Have you met?" Bai Wusheng asked, "Shouldn't we do it again?"

"No...no need." Tang Qianyan picked up the fork to wrap the noodles, paused for a moment after wrapping the noodles, raised her eyes and asked: "It doesn't have to be two people together..."

He stopped halfway through.

Bai Wusheng smiled even more: "If you want, I can accompany you to eat one by one."

Tang Qianyan stuffed the noodles into her mouth, lowered her eyes and said nothing.

Bai Wusheng was in a happy mood, and finished his pasta slowly.

After eating and paying the bill, the two left the restaurant.

There were only a few pedestrians outside, and there was a sense of coolness, Bai Wusheng naturally took Tang Qianyan's hand and walked with him.

Tang Qianyan breathed out a few breaths, and suddenly said: "You once led me to a small shop..."

A small street shop with simple decoration, the order is fried noodles, vinegar stuffed pork and boiled fire.

Not high-end, not elegant.

Bai Wusheng silently recalled him at that time, and would laugh heartlessly.

"If you want, we can also..." Bai Wusheng paused suddenly, he saw Tang Qianyan shook his head.

Why do you shake your head?Is it because of the fear of right and wrong?Bai Wusheng frowned almost imperceptibly.

"I just think," Tang Qianyan smiled lightly, warm as the sun in winter: "No matter what to eat or where to go, it would be nice to have you by my side."

As long as you are there, everything will be happy.

Bai Wusheng suddenly grabbed Tang Qianyan, pulled him into his arms and hugged him tightly, whispering in his ear: "I will, from now on, I will always be here."

Tang Qianyan reached out to hug him back, and buried her face on Bai Wusheng's shoulder: "Yes, I believe it."

He won't let go again, and he won't leave again.