The old shop of Goubuli Steamed Buns is on Shandong Road in Binjiang Road Pedestrian Street Business District, just a stone's throw away from Shenyang Road.

Why is there such a bullshit name as "Goubuli"?

That's because the nickname of Gao Guiyou, the founder of "Goubuli Baozi", is "Gouzi".

Gao Guiyou first worked as a waiter in other dim sum shops, and later opened a steamed bun shop called "De Juhao" specializing in steamed buns.

Because Gao Guiyou's buns are exquisite and never adulterated, the business becomes more and more prosperous. Gao Guiyou is often too busy to talk to his customers.

When everyone comes to buy buns, they throw the money into the money bowl according to the amount. The bun shop serves the buns directly, and the customers leave after eating. Both parties avoid the process of talking. In this way, everyone jokingly calls Gao Guiyou "the dog sells the buns." Ignore people."

Over time, people called Gao Guiyou "Goubuli" and the steamed buns he operated were called "Goubuli steamed buns".

Counting from the Daoguang Year, it has been one hundred and forty-five years now.

…

Time has passed and Goubuli is now not a steamed stuffed bun restaurant, but a restaurant named after the steamed stuffed bun restaurant.

Chang Xian glanced at the Beijing-style overhanging eaves that had remained unchanged for a century, and asked for a private room on the second floor under the guidance of the waiting waiter.

"Miss, how can I ask you to treat me to this meal? I have to come here. Today I can go shopping with a beautiful woman and treat her to dinner. This is to give us face. We have to take care of it, right?"

After entering the private room of the hotel, Chang Xian spoke vividly and handed the menu to Zheng Mang: "Here, please order. I just received two items. I am happy, so don't be polite to me."

"Okay, we are all buddies, there is no need to push around for a meal."

Miss Zheng was very obedient and not polite at all. She took the menu and started ordering.

"Let's be simple at noon. I want a rock sugar bird's nest soup. The bird's nest you have is from Malay and Indonesian, don't fool people with the ones from Fujian and Guangdong provinces. Also, it must be bird's nest, 3A, 4A smaller. Ducheng, don’t mess with those swallow cakes, swallow cakes and other things..."

"Well, let's steam another grouper. You don't have sea red grouper or red-spotted grouper here, so I'll make do with Eastern star grouper..."

"This is a carnivore. Just give him a handful of meat and a plate of vegetables."

Well, by the way, I also made Chang Xian's boss, that's how kind he is.

Chang Xian was a little dumbfounded: "Sister, are you sure this is simpler? You can't kill me as a laid-off employee. If you do this, I'll pick him next time!"

Reporter Zheng Da banged the table, turned up his nose and snorted: "What nonsense are you talking about? Don't care about these details!"

He said to the waiter: "Two cages of steamed buns, one with meat and one with vegetables."

He turned around and explained to Chang Xian thoughtfully: "Don't worry, I've been here a few times. The door is clear. You will be satisfied with the buns you ordered. Although they now have six kinds of buns, they are still the original two authentic ones. .”

Then he waved to the waiter and said: "Okay, go ahead, hurry up!"

Seeing this person keep saying "嘘嘘嘘嘘"" and each person playing different roles, Chang Xian was convinced and said, "You are awesome, I will give you a bun later!"

As Zheng Mang said, it was a simple meal, and within thirty or forty minutes, the two of them were full.

As soon as Chang Xian paid the bill, oh! I still have to pay two thousand three hundred cents for the change!

That small cup of bird's nest made Boss Chang chew the bird's nest, return the bird's nest to pieces, and return it to 3A4A. If his physical condition did not allow it, he would have thought of going to Southeast Asia to dig out bird's nests.

Reporter Zheng Da flicked his ponytail, stretched out his hand to take the grasshopper gourd from Chang Xian, and shouted: "Show it!"

Watching Zheng Mang playing with the Grasshopper Gourd in his hand, and listening to the Grasshopper's cries, Chang Xian walked slowly towards Shenyang Road with a dark look on his face.

In the air behind you seems to be floating a famous saying from the TV series Mansion Gate Bai Jingyeye Bai: "What is money? Money is a bastard!"

…

Shenyang Road, Jiguxuan.

In the reception area, the aroma of tea fills the room.

Mou Duanming was smiling and chatting with several people.

There were three men sitting on the sofa next to him. In the middle was an old man, probably over sixty years old. He was thin but energetic, with bright eyes and he looked very capable.

The other two are middle-aged men in their forties, and judging from their appearance, they both look good.

One is majestic and has the obvious aura of a superior person, while the other one seems to be inconspicuous, but his eyes are very lively, and he is not a simple character.

"The times have changed for the better now, and young people can pursue their dreams to their heart's content..."

The old man recalled the past years, "Our conditions were difficult at that time. In today's terms, we were just grassroots. My father passed away when I was 10 years old. I entered the Jinmen Tractor Factory as an apprentice when I was 17. I rode a tractor every day. I ride a broken bicycle from Xiaobailou to Wangdingdi to work."

"Okay, ten kilometers! If there had been a bicycle competition at that time, I would have won at least a provincial championship. I don't even know how many bicycle chains I broke."

The low-key man sighed: "Yes, the conditions were too bad at that time. Unlike you, I grew up in a rural area. My father was a stonemason, and my mother supported the family by growing vegetables. When I was a child, I didn't eat much food a year." A meal of meat.”

"My parents have told me since I was little that only by studying hard can I turn over. Their biggest hope is that I can pass the technical secondary school and become a worker."

Mou Duanming immediately became happy: "Uncle De, you entered the factory as a worker at the age of 17. Your starting point is Lao Guo's dream when he was a boy. It shows that Lao Guo is a real grassroots person."

In addition, the man also smiled and said: "Grass roots are hard to define. Ginseng is a grass root, and Cordyceps is also a grass root! You guys are either ginseng or Cordyceps!"

"Hahaha, Boss Yu's words are so flattering that we don't dare not accept them!"

Several people were amused by that man. Uncle De picked up the teacup and greeted Boss Yu, waving his hand and saying, "That's different. The social environment was stable when Xiao Guo was studying. As long as he gets good grades, he can continue his studies."

Boss Guo complimented: "But you are a doctor now. How many doctors do we have in ancient times? You are better than us!"

"My doctorate degree is too watery," Uncle De said with a slightly satisfied smile. "When the college entrance examination was resumed, I had a wife and children to support, and I didn't dare to give up the salary of tens of dollars. I could only save two dollars a month. I saved up for a year to collect the tuition for correspondence courses, and got a correspondence undergraduate diploma from Tianda University."

"Then again, the university correspondence courses at that time were very strict. Apart from the fact that they did not include assignments, they were not much different from full-time undergraduate courses. They were not like the current correspondence courses, which are all fake. As soon as I got my undergraduate diploma, it didn't take long for me to study. Became the deputy director of Jinmen Tractor Factory, and was also the youngest deputy director in the history of the First Machinery Department!"
Chapter completed!