Siheyuan: I am a trader in both worlds!

Chapter 4: The Russians really haven't had any good food. (Invested internally, so feel free to invest.)
Let’s gather together and throw all the toiletries here at home.

He pushed the brand new Forever 28-inch bicycle and left the courtyard with Bai Ling under the envious gaze of Qin Huairu and others.

Then, Ximen Lang was embarrassed.

Why?

Because Bai Ling didn’t have a bicycle!
"You must be kidding! Bicycles aren't rare things. How could you not even have one?"

Nowadays, bicycles are not a rare item in Beijing.

Even in 56, the number of bicycles in Beijing was only a pitiful 13 per households.
But who is Bai Ling?
An outstanding graduate of the Moscow University of Intelligence, he is now an outstanding cadre at the lowest deputy director level!

For someone of her level, a small bicycle, how could this be a big deal?!

This is certainly not a difficult thing to do.

But the problem is
"My work relationship has just been transferred back to the city of Beijing, and I just arrived these two days ago. I want to buy it, but you have to give me some time, right?"

"That's true. But what should we do now? I only have one bicycle, and what about the two of us? We can't..."

Ximen Lang was struggling with the question of whether it would be a good thing for two people to ride a bicycle together in this conservative era.

But who would have thought that Bai Ling was even more open-minded than him.

Drop a sentence.
"We are all children of the revolution, why are there so many rules?"

Holding Ximen Lang's shoulders, he sat directly on the back seat of the bicycle.

Bai Ling was already like this, so Ximen Lang, who didn't care much about these things, naturally wouldn't continue to worry about them.

He got on his bicycle and took Bai Ling out of the winding and rugged Nanluoguxiang and came to the street with a wide view.

The prosperous scenes everywhere made Ximen Lang's mood much better.

As they got along more and more harmoniously, Ximen Lang started talking more and more.

"The day before yesterday it was Quanjude, yesterday it was Bianyifang, today it must be"

"All in one place?"

"What's so delicious about a siomai? Besides, it's not even next to the other two!"

"Where to go?"

"Before, when I was alone, if it wasn't Taifenglou, then it would have to be Zhimeilou! But now that we're together, let's change it. Let's eat at Lao Mo's today!"

Ximen Lang had actually long wanted to have a meal at the famous Lao Mo, to experience the charm of a Su-style restaurant that people all over Beijing were still reminiscing about even in the 21st century.

But the two places are too far apart, one is in Xizhimen and the other is in Nanluoguxiang.

Ximen Lang was also busy trading things back and forth between the two worlds, and he really had no time to care about anything else, so he had no choice but to give up.

Now that he has enough money and is accompanied by Bai Ling, who studied in the Soviet Union, Ximen Lang will of course give it a try to see if Lao Mo is worthy of such a big name.

"Lao Mo, that's not that close. And there's the ticket issue. I heard you need a special ticket to eat there?" "What a coincidence! I just got one from someone the other day!"

As he spoke, he took out a meal receipt from his pocket with the words "Moscow Restaurant", "Palace Architecture", and "Authentic Russian Cuisine" printed on it, and handed it to Bai Ling behind him.

No need to ask, this ticket must have been bought from someone else!
Even the person who sold him the ticket was specially arranged by the higher-ups!
In this case, how could Bai Ling continue to dwell on this issue and destroy the emotional foundation that the two of them had worked so hard to build?
But why did she bring this up on purpose?

That was of course to tell Ximen Lang.
"Don't worry. Not only you, but even I'll work with my colleagues to find things I can use. As long as it doesn't involve sensitive controlled items, and it's not being used for speculation or profiteering from the national crisis, and it's just for personal use, even if someone reports it, it won't be a problem. Otherwise, the prison would be overcrowded and there wouldn't be room for them."

These words really calmed Ximen Lang's uneasy heart.

In a good mood, he directly started spending money.
"I'll pay for the wine today, I'll pay!"

I pedaled my bike towards Xizhimen where Lao Mo Restaurant was located.

We rode for more than half an hour.

Ximen Lang, who had been riding straight and neglected exercise, had a layer of white sweat on his forehead and body.

Finally arrived at the famous Moscow restaurant.

Then, Ximen Lang was completely speechless by this famous Moscow restaurant.

The reason is simple, because the decoration style of this place is too similar to the place that the Emperor Yu often went to!

They're exactly like each other!
I had high expectations, but ended up with such a disappointment.

This really disappointed Ximen Lang.

"No, the famous Lao Mo is just this, is that it? I rode so far and worked up a sweat, it's really not worth it."

"Isn't this worth it? This is a genuine Russian palace building, built by experts from the Soviet Central Design Institute based on the Kremlin style!"

"Yes, there is something, and then what?"

"The food is authentic Russian cuisine, and even the chef was invited from the Soviet Union. You won't find a more authentic Russian meal in the entire city! Isn't that enough?"

Indeed, in this day and age, there is absolutely no more authentic Russian food than this, not to mention searching all over Beijing, even in the whole country.

But it was precisely because he was too authentic that Ximen Lang was even more disappointed.

Apart from anything else, just a pair of cherry dumplings dipped in cream and yogurt is enough to make Ximen Lang stay away from the so-called Russian meal.

But what if?
What if cherry-filled dumplings are just an isolated case?

With such a mood, Ximen Lang, who was looking forward to the Russian meal, immediately followed the crowd and Bai Ling into the Moscow Restaurant, which was decorated in a magnificent style and had a strong sense of déjà vu.

Not to mention, the Russian palaces that were truly designed by masters are indeed more than one level higher than the clubs produced on assembly lines in later generations in some details.

Especially some sculptures, fountains and oil paintings that are obviously from famous artists. Just looking at them from a distance gives people a sense of awe.

In some places, it is said that real gold was even used, which raised the level of the place by several levels!
The waitress, with a sweet smile and youthful look, wearing a "bragi" dress and a pure white apron, made Ximen Lang couldn't help but take a few more glances!
But once it comes to authentic Russian cuisine.
"Alas~ The old Russians have never eaten anything good!"

(End of this chapter)