Siheyuan: A Cook in the 60s

What kind of decoration, what kind of pots and pans.

Apart from anything else, Samadhi Tower has abundant experience in this area over the years.

It hasn't been a few months yet.

In a small alley, a quaint little shop opened up.

The name of the shop is "Baiweiguan".

The door is not open during the day.

It is only opened at night.

The restaurant opened very late at night, around 9 o'clock, and had been open for several days. Except for my family, almost no one came in.

The Cao Wei family was not in a hurry.

Drinking tea leisurely in the store.

If there is business, do it. If there is no business, forget it. Close at 1:00 every day.

"Dad, isn't it bad to sleep so late?" Cao Nian hesitated for a moment, but decided to remind him.

"Why go to bed so early? Didn't the Internet say that? Why sleep so long while you are still alive?" Qin Jingru typed to the computer on the counter.

I'm watching it with great interest.

Seeing her like this, Cao Wei shook his head helplessly, turned to Huaihua and Cao Nian and said, "If you let your mother run this store, it will go bankrupt sooner or later."

"Don't talk nonsense! What do you mean by saying that if I manage this store, it will go bankrupt sooner or later? I paid for this store!"

"Hey, look, it's snowing outside." Huaihua looked through the window and saw the snowflakes slowly falling outside.

"It's snowing." Cao Wei let out a sigh of relief.

"Yeah, it's snowing."

"It's snowing." Wang Wang touched his hair. The snowflakes fell on his hair, which was a bit chilly and not very pleasant. Moreover, the snow was getting heavier.

He lowered his head and glanced at his watch.

He sighed, knowing that he might not be able to catch the late bus today.

He had walked this path many times and could always find a place to hide from the snow with his eyes closed.

But today, there are lights on this path.

He looked over with some curiosity.

Then I saw the sign of "Baiweiguan".

"Opened in a place like this?" Wang Wang muttered. He had no intention of going over. He brushed the dust off the steps with his hand, put the briefcase under his butt, and sat down.

He supported his chin with both hands and silently watched the falling snow in front of him.

I don’t know what I’m thinking.

after awhile.

The phone in my pocket rang.

He turned on the phone and saw the "Caller ID", and his expression softened a little.

"Hey?"

"Did you work overtime today?"

"Well, I guess I'll miss the bus, so I'll just find a place to sleep. You take Nannan to bed early."

"Dad, dad! Why don't you come back?"

A girl's voice came from the other end of the phone, with a little grievance and a little expectation in her voice.

"Dad is still busy. He won't be back until tomorrow."

"Well, Dad, you have to eat well. If you don't eat, you're not a good child! Mom was mean to me today."

"You just know how to complain!"

The phone was taken over by my mother.

"Don't just find a place to sleep at night. At least have a bed. You're not young anymore. Also, get some food. Don't be so frugal or you'll ruin your health. Don't be so stubborn."

My wife was nagging on the other end of the phone.

His eyes were a little moist, he wiped his tears, his tone was gentle and calm, and there was not much emotion: "Hey, don't worry, I can still wrong myself. Have you forgotten that I always took you to eat delicious food in the past."

"Hee, you were so fat back then... Oh, you little rascal, I won't talk to you anymore, I have to coax you to sleep."

"I'm not a little bad boy! Goodbye, Daddy. Good night, Daddy!"

"Good night, daughter." Wang Wang breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at the call interface, pressed the "Exit" button, and looked at the woman and daughter on the screensaver, and couldn't help but chuckled.

Cover your phone.

After two seconds, he took it out again and looked at the screen saver again.

He touched his stomach: "I'm hungry..."

He saw the "Baiwei Restaurant" again.

In fact, he didn't really like this kind of small restaurant that imitated the "Samadhi Tower" model.

The "Samadhi" Group has a special meaning to him.

He was admitted to the city from the countryside, and the first delicious meal he had in the city was at the "Samadhi Canteen".

Since then, the "Samadhi" series has been accompanying him as he grew up, from the "Samadhi Canteen", to the "Samadhi Stir-Fry", to the "Samadhi Braised Pork", and finally, he got married in a restaurant under the "Samadhi" brand.

To be honest, the price-performance ratio of the "Samadhi" Group is not the highest, but it is definitely the most conscientious.

Good quality, excellent raw materials, and there have been no major mistakes over the years.

And it’s also large in scale.

The most important point is that his service made Wang Wang very comfortable.

Especially when he got married.

He didn't understand at that time, and he ran excitedly to the headquarters of the "Samadhi" restaurant, wanting to get engaged.

As a result, he felt a little embarrassed when he asked. This place in their headquarters is full of high-end bureaus, and he was so embarrassed that his face turned red.

But they didn't laugh at him. Instead, they kindly asked him about his address and where he could eat.

I was taken to the nearest restaurant, which was also under the Samadhi Tower.

Everything was arranged clearly, including what needed to be done and what preparations needed.

Not at all ambiguous.

That was also the most unforgettable moment in his life.

He has always had a very strong liking for the "Samadhi" Group, except that his major is not suitable. Otherwise, he would have wanted to work in the Samadhi Group a long time ago. He feels that it must be very comfortable to work in such a humane group.

Because of this, he doesn't have as much patience and goodwill towards these copycat restaurants.

"Go ahead and try it." He sighed.

In fact, there is no other choice.

Walk to the door and push it open.

There is no slightly annoying "welcome".

There is a wind chime hanging in the gap of the door.

When you open the door, you can hear the "ringing" sound of wind chimes.

This sound does not feel abrupt. Instead, it makes people feel relaxed after listening to it.

Looking up, he saw the open kitchen and several elderly people sitting at the bar.

He was slightly stunned and reflected on his impulsiveness just now.

Cao Wei and Qin Jingru are of that age. Even if they don’t look old, they still look quite old.

Considering the age of these people, it seems reasonable for them to open a restaurant named "Baiwei".

Wang Wang was also a little surprised.

He originally thought that the shop was probably opened by a young person. After all, the late-night snack business requires hard work, and an elderly person would not be able to endure it.

When Qin Jingru raised her eyes, she saw a middle-aged man in a suit standing at the door of the store, looking at something.

"Welcome, young man, would you like a bowl of noodles?"