Ru Yu was stunned. She grew up in Korea and often went to the countryside. She had seen many blue-tiled houses, but she had never seen a courtyard house like this in Korea.
The courtyard houses that she had seen were in Beijing's hutongs. They were all left behind by Qianqing. Now many of the courtyard houses were unoccupied. Of course, some were still occupied. That was already a luxury.
She had always thought that only Beijing had courtyard houses in the world. However, she had never expected that in Korea, in the suburbs of Seoul, in the Green Mountains and green waters, there was actually such a beautiful courtyard house hidden.
However, judging from the quality of the Siheyuan, it should not be very old. It should only have a history of three to four years. Of course, it could not be compared to the Siheyuan in Beijing's Hutong.
"Don't tell me that the farm food you mentioned is in this Siheyuan? " Ru Yu was puzzled for a long time before she turned to ask Lei Zhenyu beside her.
Lei Zhenyu nodded. "How is it? Don't you like this place? "
"I do, " ru Yu said almost instinctively. She slightly raised her head and looked at the Siheyuan with wide eyes and curiosity with the help of the afterglow of the setting sun. There were octagonal green bricks and blue tiles, coarse sandpaper stained windows, and there were even hand-cut window flowers stuck on the windows.
The whole Old Beijing!
"How did you know about this place? " Ru Yu was still angry. Didn't Lei Zhenyu go abroad for seven years before he came back?
"I'll tell you about this in the future. " Lei Zhenyu smiled, took her hand, and led her into a side room. There was an earthen Kang in the side room, and on the earthen Kang was a low kang table. It didn't look like a restaurant at all.
"The owner of this house is also the owner of this house. He is a descendant of the Chinese people. It is said that his ancestors cooked for the imperial court of the Qing Dynasty. In the 1930s, the father of the owner of this house came to South Korea. Of course, at that time, this place was still called North Korea. After the war, he did not go back for various reasons, and he stayed here all the time. Because he missed the imperial court too much, he later had this courtyard house built when he was 80 years old. Now, his son and grandson live here. They inherited his cooking skills and opened this special Chinese restaurant. "
"Then how many batches of guests do they serve today? " Ru Yu looked out of the window. In fact, the window was covered with coarse sandpaper, so she couldn't see anything clearly.
"Only one table of dishes is prepared every day. This is a family restaurant, and this rule has been followed for decades. Because the dishes here are indeed very good, they usually have to make an appointment more than a month in advance. "
"You mean you made an appointment a month in advance? " Ru Yu widened her eyes and looked at the man in front of her.
Lei Zhenyu nodded with a smile and said in a low voice, "well, it's my wife's birthday. No matter what, I have to prepare in advance. "
Ru Yu's heart trembled slightly, and an unknown warmth quietly flowed through her. When Lei Zhenyu's birthday was celebrated, she went to the fortune cookie shop to buy a cake. However, she did not expect that he would actually... ...
The boss was a genuine Chinese. His attire was not only Chinese, but it was also long-sleeved and long-sleeved. The whole place was ancient China. Well, just this outfit made people feel friendly.
There were no exquisite photo album-like recipes in the big restaurants of the big hotels. Instead, there was a very thin handwritten copy. The paper was yellowed, and the names of the dishes on it were written in small seal characters written with a brush. All of them were written in Chinese characters No one knew how many Koreans could recognize it.