surnamed Wang

There is a private room in Guangyuan Restaurant in Beijing, and the waiters come and go in an endless stream.

The Millennium National Day of the Dynasty has been going on for more than half a month, and most people have had enough fun, and the restaurant business is far from as hot as the previous few days.

There were four guests sitting in the box, and they ordered more than a dozen dishes in one go, most of which were bland.

These dishes are the most test of skill, and the guests have tricky tastes. If you order the imperial dishes, you will be a glutton at first glance.

For this reason, the manager of the restaurant specially invited the chef who was in charge of the spoon back from his vacation. The ancestor of the other party was an imperial chef, and several generations have been doing this, so he would not smash the signboard.

In the private room, Wang Zhong looked at the dazzling array of delicacies on the table, and said in amazement:
"It seems that your life is much better than mine. I usually deal with soy milk and fried dough sticks when I go to work. When you came up, you ordered a table of dishes that you have never heard of."

Wang Pingquan, who had just recovered from a serious illness, sat on the main seat, propped his chin with his hand and said:
"They said they could make royal dishes for the court, so I ordered a few random ones, and didn't let them do anything that was too troublesome."

Wang Zhong immediately regained his spirits, "Look at your tone, do you know some nobles?"

The Wang family can be regarded as wealthy, but in the end they are still businessmen, subject to restrictions everywhere.

If the son can climb up to the royal family, the business affairs will be much smoother in the future, no matter how bad he is, he will be able to bend over a few times less, and the disc in the waist will not protrude.

Wang Quanquan fiddled with the glass in front of him and said:
"Does being an emperor count?"

"Don't make a fuss. Although it is not as easy as before to beheaded, if this is heard by an elderly person, I will definitely scold you."

After talking, the dishes were ready, and the manager of the restaurant came over with a wine jar and said:
"Guests, thank you for coming to Guangyuan Restaurant. This is the 30-year-old daughter red from us, which is not a tribute."

Wang Zhong is not a person who loves wine, but he often drinks with others during social gatherings. Hearing this, he secretly praised the atmosphere of the restaurant, and was about to get up to take it, when he heard his son say indifferently:

"30 years, but you can drink it, let's put it down."

The young manager was a little embarrassed. He had been in this business for a long time, and he could see anyone. He quickly adjusted his mentality and put the expensive drinks on the table.

Wang Gingquan skillfully opened the wine jar, poured himself a large glass, and raised his head only to find that the three of them were looking at him in surprise.

He reacted immediately, pushed the glass to his father and said:

"Look at my brain, Dad, drink first."

After speaking, he picked up an empty glass and poured himself a glass.

"Quanquan, when did you learn to drink alcohol?"

His mother's concerned words sounded, and Wang Gangquan was taken aback for a moment.

That's right, he never liked drinking that bitter and spicy thing—unknowingly, he was gradually forgetting everything about the dream.

Wang Gangquan pushed the wine glass towards his father, but unexpectedly the other side pushed it back, and said with a smile:

"My son has grown up, it's okay to drink a little wine, and sooner or later he has to learn."

"Old Wang, he's still a student, what's he doing with all this nonsense?" Zhang Lan frowned.

Wang Zhong was not happy anymore, "What is mess, it's social skills."

"Since it is a social skill, let him go to the society to learn it. There is no need to do this in front of his family."

After a few words at the dinner table, the two started arguing again. Seeing this, Dong Yanxin hurriedly persuaded:
"Don't say a few words, the child is watching."

After she reminded them, the two of them remembered what the meal was for today.

The son was originally excellent in both character and learning, but he has become what he is today, and it is inseparable from them.

The two looked at their son guiltily, only to see that the other party had already beaten him with a bowl of rice, and they were full of greasy food, as if they were not affected at all.

"Authority, you..."

"The quarrel is over? Eat quickly after the quarrel, the food will be cold in a while."

As Wang Gingquan said, he picked up a spoon and gave Dong Yanxin a bowl of soup, "Sister Dong, this white fungus soup is pretty good, you have to try it."

The latter nodded his thanks and looked at him with admiration.

This move made the parents' faces even more unbearable, Zhang Lanwen said:

"Son, we were wrong just now. We shouldn't have quarreled when you were just discharged from the hospital."

"It's just not right now?"

Wang Gangquan asked back, and then said while serving vegetables:

"Actually, I don't blame you. How many husbands and wives can treat each other with equal respect? The closer they get, the more they quarrel. In the end, love turns to hatred, and lovers become enemies. It's not unusual.

You two want to be more open, sometimes it is good for both of you to be separated, maybe you can bump into someone who suits you when you go out. "

After Wang Gingquan finished speaking, he continued to cook, while the other three looked at each other.

The truth is true, but whoever said it should not say it from his mouth.

Several people made eye contact, and they all thought that the child had been too stimulated, and then deliberately avoided this topic in the chat.

Wang Bingquan was not too polite, picked up the wine glass and took a sip. He usually drank 500-year-old immortal wine, which was really hard to swallow.

The drink rolled back and forth on the tip of his tongue a few times, he suddenly slapped the table and shouted:
"Xiaoer, there's something wrong with your drink!"

His sudden surprise startled the other three.

The manager quickly trotted to the box, with a professional smile on his face, and asked:

"My guest, what's the matter?"

"What you gave was not a 30-year-old daughter red at all, but a blended wine and called your boss."

The young manager froze, forced a smile and said:

"Guest, this wine is the best seller in our store, and there has never been a bad review. How can you be sure that it is a blend?"

"Feel."

The manager's face twitched, and he said that today he met someone who made trouble, so he said patiently:
"You may not be used to this kind of drink, so I'll give you another kind?"

"I'm here to eat, not to drink with you. I'm afraid you'll buy fake products. If you don't want to, forget it."

With a face full of indifference, Wang Gangquan took the wine glass from his father and put it aside, and continued to concentrate on cooking.

Seeing this, the manager showed hesitation. This time the wine has indeed changed the purchaser. It is said that the owner's brother-in-law is looking for someone.

After thinking for a while, he finally didn't dare to take the risk, said "please wait a moment", turned around and went out to make a phone call.

Wang Qingquan continued to eat, picking up vegetables with his right hand, and pinching strange things with his left hand from time to time, just like the second disease.

After eating and drinking enough, they were about to leave when a man in a leather jacket hurried in, followed by an old man.

The man is frighteningly big, but he speaks slowly:

"Little brother, did you just say that there is something wrong with the drinks in our shop?"

Wang Zhong quickly pulled his son behind him, and said with a smile on his face:
"The child is still young and ignorant, so it disturbs your business."

This is the capital city, not their hometown, Zhanjiang. They rushed here because of their son's accident.

Although the capital also has branch offices, under the feet of the rich and expensive emperors everywhere, one thing more is worse than one thing less.

Wang Gangquan gave birth to a calf not afraid of these things, picked up the wine jar and handed it to the other side, saying:
"If you don't believe me, you can find someone who knows how to do it."

... (end of this chapter)