Chapter 1327: 1327: Osmanthus Meatballs (3)

Chapter 1327: Chapter 1327: Osmanthus Meatballs (3)

“Why though?” Yang Ruxin raised an eyebrow slightly, “And how do you know there’s a Yucheng Restaurant over there?”

“Excuse me, miss, a few years ago, my family once wandered here. At that time, my dad was sick, with a constant fever, but we had run out of money. My mom had no choice but to look for work everywhere, but no shop was willing to hire her. Even those that did offered very little pay. In the end, shopkeeper Cheng took in my mom, let her help in the kitchen, and even allowed us to live in the woodshed behind the restaurant. Later, the landlady even specially called a doctor to cure my dad…” Yang Miao seemed a bit embarrassed, “My parents always said if there was a chance, we must go back to thank them. We can never forget this kindness for as long as we live. I thought there would never be a chance, but unexpectedly, I could come out this time. Before we left, my parents instructed me that if I had an opportunity to go into the city, I must kowtow to shopkeeper Cheng…”

“Now that you mention it, we must go,” Yang Ruxin laughed, “Let’s go, we’ll eat first.”

“Amitabha, such households will receive good karma. Yang Miao’s family knows gratitude, and they too will be blessed,” Dong Wenxiu also chanted a Buddhist prayer.

“Thank you, madam,” Yang Miao smiled. Having such a household to follow was surely a blessing indeed.

“It’s been several years, is that restaurant still open?” Yu Qingge raised a doubt.

“It should be…” Yang Miao hesitated upon hearing this, “But I heard back then that it was passed down from his grandfather’s generation. Unless they really couldn’t make it anymore, they probably wouldn’t close down…”

“Well, let’s just go and see,” said Yang Ruxin, waving her hand and taking the lead toward the street Yang Miao had mentioned.

The restaurant was on the neighboring street, known as Yucheng Restaurant, since the owner’s surname was Cheng. But when they arrived, they saw a tavern with a different name, not Yucheng Restaurant, but Fuchun Building.

And there was no longer a restaurant called Yucheng Restaurant on the entire street.

“This is probably the place, but it seems to have changed owners,” Yu Qingge glanced at Yang Miao.

“How can that be?” Yang Miao was disappointed.

Yang Ruxin walked in directly.

“Are you looking to eat? We have the main hall as well as private rooms…” A Xiao’er came to greet them.

“Let’s have a private room,” Yang Ruxin glanced around and noticed the business was good, with only one table left empty in the hall.

“Please, follow me upstairs…”

The private room was quite spacious, not feeling cramped even with over ten people seated.

“Do you have lion’s head meatballs?” Yu Qingge couldn’t wait to ask.

“Miss, how could we eat a lion’s head? Even if we could, who would dare to catch it?”

The corner of Yu Qingge’s mouth twitched. It seemed Ruxin was right again.

Yang Ruxin smiled, “She meant meatballs.”

“Meatballs, yes, we have those. It’s our specialty here, Osmanthus Meatballs…”

Yang Ruxin and Yu Qingge realized, so the famous lion’s head meatballs of the era in Yangzhou was called Osmanthus Meatballs.

“Young man.” After ordering the dishes, Yang Ruxin called the young waiter over, “Could I ask if your owner’s surname is Cheng?”

The Xiao’er glanced at everyone, then shook his head, “Are you from out of town? Our owner’s surname is Fu, Fu Ershao. Ask anyone in Yangzhou City, there’s no one who doesn’t know him, the nephew of our county magistrate…”