Codename Doctor, Moved to Hong Kong

Chapter 173 Some more feelings

This skinny middle-aged man looks very much like Chang Gui in Tianxia Diyi Lou.

However, when Zhang Chaoyang compared the original owner's memory, this person was not called Chang Gui, but Chang Shun.

"Uncle Zhang, are you alone today?" Chang Shun asked as he enthusiastically led Zhang Chaoyang into the building.

"Yes, one person, give me a duck, four side dishes, and a pot of old wine!" Zhang Chaoyang said with a faint smile.

"Master Zhang, can you move and make a mark?"

"No need, just pick a fat one for me!"

"Okay, Master Zhang, don't worry, I will definitely pick the fattest duck for you!"

Chang Shun responded loudly, turned around and shouted to the waiter downstairs: "A fat duck, four cold dishes: duck mince and bean curd skin rolls, duck liver and bamboo shoots with fermented wine, Ruyi duck rolls, and green pearl duck feet with fermented wine, and a pot of old wine!"

This voice was loud and powerful. Without more than ten years of practice, it would be impossible to shout with such momentum.

"Okay, remember what dishes I like to eat!

Reward!" Zhang Chaoyang said with a smile, took out two 50,000 RMB notes from his pocket and handed them to Chang Shun.

"Thank you, Master Zhang, for the reward!" After expressing his gratitude, Chang Shun shouted again.

"Master Zhang's reward is one hundred thousand!"

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang!" The other waiters and the shopkeeper in the restaurant all shouted in unison.

One call and one response, this is, singing of thanks.

It is for guests who have given tips to show their faces.

Zhang Chaoyang smiled and nodded. Such a scene could only be seen in Beijing.

Although there are similar forms in other places, I always feel that these old etiquette and old rules are the most authentic in Beijing.

Everyone is vain deep down.

Some of the old etiquette and rules of the old city, including speaking and conversation, can subtly satisfy people's vanity.

In fact, all of this is a law of survival that was slowly formed under the oppression of the Qing government.

Why do people in Beijing like to call others "old man" when they open their mouths and "master" when they shut their mouths?

Not for survival?
Under the oppression of the Qing Dynasty, if you did not bow your head and kowtow, and did not say nice things, if one of the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty was unhappy, it would bring disaster to the whole family.

After the fall of the Qing Dynasty, many rules of the Qing Dynasty were changed, but people's habits of speaking and doing things did not change.

Even in later generations, some old people in Sijiucheng still speak with the original habits.

However, it is no longer a matter of servility, but has become a kind of enthusiasm.

Many people who have come into contact with the old people of Sijiucheng have a feeling that the people of Sijiucheng are so enthusiastic and speak so nicely.

However, the enthusiasm of the old city and the enthusiasm of the people in Northeast China are two different concepts.

The people of Sijiucheng are enthusiastic about following old etiquette and traditions, but it is just superficial enthusiasm.

The hospitality of the people in Northeast China comes from the heart. When friends come to visit, they will really give their heart and lungs to entertain them.

Zhang Chaoyang waited for a while, and the waiter of the restaurant brought him the four cold dishes and a pot of hot old wine he ordered.

Old wine does not refer to wine with an old year, but rice wine.

Rice wine should be drunk hot, and adding shredded ginger and preserved plums for flavoring is a unique way to enjoy it.

When it comes to drinking, the Chinese have more rules and are more particular about it than foreigners.

Unfortunately, due to the decline of national strength, these domestic drinking habits are ultimately not as popular as the Western ways of drinking red wine.

I don’t know if it’s because he returned to the old city, but Zhang Chaoyang actually had a lot more emotion.

After having a meal of duck at Fujude, Zhang Chaoyang walked around the South Gate again.

He rode his bicycle, wandering around aimlessly.

Savor the ancient charm of the old city.

In the evening, Zhang Chaoyang returned to the South Gate again and came to a pub.

After parking the bike, I pushed the door open and walked in.

"Comrade, are you alone?" "Alone." Zhang Chaoyang said while observing the tavern.

He was somewhat disappointed because there was an old man standing at the counter of the tavern, not the beautiful young woman he had imagined.

Maybe I found the wrong place. After all, there are several taverns outside the South Gate.

Basically, there is a pub in every larger alley.

"Bring us four side dishes, two meat dishes and two vegetable dishes, and a pot of good wine!" Zhang Chaoyang ordered casually.

"Okay, please wait a moment!" The waiter agreed and turned to prepare wine and food for Zhang Chaoyang.

Not long after, the waiter came over with a tray.

The dishes on the tray were placed on Zhang Chaoyang's table, including a plate of pig ears, a plate of pig head, a plate of peanuts, a plate of cold shredded radish, and a pot of wine.

This pot is a tin pot with very distinctive characteristics of the era, and most taverns like to use such pots.

It’s not that I can’t afford a ceramic wine jug, but I’m considering my guests.

This is to prevent guests from accidentally breaking the wine jug due to drinking too much or for other reasons.

At that time, should I compensate money or not?

None of them are suitable.

Therefore, there is no such concern when using a tin kettle.

Zhang Chaoyang poured himself a cup of wine and sipped it slowly.

This wine is very authentic, it is Erguotou brewed with pure grains.

Zhang Chaoyang drank the wine slowly, ate the snacks, and listened to the conversations of the drinkers around him.

Naturally, they talked about some gossip about the city.

It is well known that people in Sijiucheng can talk about this. They know everything about astronomy and geography. There is nothing that people in Sijiucheng don't know.

It's quite interesting to drink some wine and listen to gossip.

Just as Zhang Chaoyang was leisurely sipping his wine, the door of the tavern was pushed open and a man walked in.

When this person came in, the tavern suddenly became quiet.

But then, everyone started chatting again.

Some people also greeted the visitors.

"Shopkeeper Shen is here?"

"Shopkeeper Shen, you're a little late today!"

"Something happened in the store, so I'm late!" The visitor also greeted the group of old customers who were drinking there in a familiar manner.

The visitor glanced around the store and saw Zhang Chaoyang drinking alone. A hint of joy flashed in his eyes. He walked straight to Zhang Chaoyang's table and sat down opposite him.

"Sir, can we share a table?" A crisp voice sounded beside Zhang Chaoyang's ears.

The person who came was Shen Xueru from Xueru Silk Shop.

"Manager Shen, it's a pleasure to meet you!" Zhang Chaoyang looked at the girl who pretended to be experienced and greeted her with a smile.

"Manager Tong, give me a pot of wine and two side dishes.

Please put this comrade's spending on my account." Shen Xueru shouted to the old man standing at the counter.

"Okay!" Shopkeeper Tong agreed and nodded to the waiter.

"Shopkeeper Shen, how can this be so embarrassing?" Zhang Chaoyang said with a smile.

"What's the big deal? You are my guest and you just helped me with a big business deal today." Shen Xueru said with a sweet smile.

"Manager Shen, you're joking. My few sets of clothes are not a big deal!" Zhang Chaoyang said with a smile.

"You still don't know what to call you, sir?" Shen Xueru asked boldly while looking at Zhang Chaoyang.

"My last name is Zhang, Zhang Chaoyang!" Zhang Chaoyang replied with a smile.

(End of this chapter)