Chapter 402 Ye Wangchuan''s ''Ordinary'' Mongolian Hot Pot
Qiao Nian didn''t know that the person she had randomly met on campus actually knew Fu Ge.
She had already arrived at the supposedly authentic Mongolian hot pot ce.
"Miss Qiao, we''re here."
The car drove into a quaint alley and stopped outside. It was Saturday, and Ye Wangchuan seemed
to have taken her to a tourist attraction, as the narrow alley was full of bustling tourists. All sorts of
different ents could be heard, along with many small shops of 10 square meters on both sides of
the road. These shops sold porcin, antiques, and beaded nes for 10 yuan.
She thought it would take a long time to get to the ce he wanted to eat at. Who knew that after
walking for a while, they stopped in front of a courtyard.
In the front street, the chatter of bustling tourists was very loud. A distance of one street away was a
winding path, quiet and leisurely.
A big sweet-scented osmanthus tree was also nted in front of the door.
Osmanthus flowers were most fragrant in October, and its faint scent could be smelled all along the
way.
Seemingly familiar with this ce, Gu San said with a smile, "Miss Qiao, this is the ce. This
restaurant''s Mongolian hot pot soup is very delicious. It can be said to be the most authentic in
Beijing. Usually, diners need to reserve a table half a year in advance, and most
people can''t eat it."
Looking up at the eaves of green brick and green tiles in front of her, Qiao Nian said leisurely, "Mm-
hm, I can tell."N?velDrama.Org owns this.
Yuan Yongqin had bought her a courtyard house in Beijing.
It cost nine digits.
The location was not as good as this, and it was not as big either.
A Mongolian hot pot store in such a ce was basically a private kitchen.
As long as the word "private house" was affixed, it was not a ce that diners could eat at casually.
The price was as authentic as the taste!
Ordinary people might not even have heard of this ce, nor would it appear on review apps. After
all, most people couldn''t afford it, let alonement on the taste.
"Let''s go." Ye Wangchuan was familiar with this ce and led Qiao Nian in.
Qiao Nian didn''t care, she could afford it herself. But she couldn''t reserve a ce, so she followed
him in very casually.
Only Gu San watched the two of them more casually. He thought about how excited he had been
just now, rubbed the tip of his nose, and followed them inside sheepishly.
The courtyard was as big as Qiao Nian thought, decorated in the style of the old Beijing city. The
decoration was not exquisite, there were no set of pavilions as seen in the south, and it was more of
the rugged atmosphere of northern buildings.
The boss here seemed to know Ye Wangchuan very well.
As soon as they entered, the boss greeted him. After seeing Ye Wangchuan, he couldn''t help but
smile widely. He frequently looked in her direction and seemed to say something to Ye Wangchuan.
Not caring, Qiao Nian looked aroundzily with her dark eyes.
Soon, the boss found an empty room for them and brought the pot over.
There was also a red dipping saucer that was different from sesame sauce.
Ye Wangchuan picked up the dipping dish with his beautiful hand and ced it in front of her. Sitting
cross-legged, she was ying with her phone. ncing at her posture, he said in a low voice, "It''s
a little spicy. Tell me if you can''t stand itter, and I''ll ask the boss to change it for you."
Gu San almost fainted at the sight of the red oil dipping saucer. He eximed in his heart, if other
guests saw this dipping saucer, their eyes would definitely almost fall out!
After all, those in Beijing who liked Mongolian hot pot all knew that this private kitchen had many
rules. They didn''t allow many things and were very strict.
If they didn''t follow the boss''s rules, they wouldn''t be able toe back in the future.