When Li Zhongxin led Wang Bo and Feng Banshan into Liuquanju, it was already considered dinner time, but the business of this hotel called Liuquanju is still booming.

Liuquanju's dishes are mainly medium-grade, with a wide range of ingredients, skilled in knife skills, and are good at shaping, stir-frying, sautéing, roasting, and stewing.

Special dishes include lotus oatmeal, cloud-sliced ​​abalone, fruit-filled fish bones, golden-silked sea crabs, hot waist flowers, etc. Especially the most authentic shredded vegetables, shredded lotus seeds, apples, fresh milk...

The most famous one is Liuquanju’s bean paste bun.

Liuquanju’s bean paste bread can be said to be the top bean paste bread in Beijing. In later generations, Li Zhongxin was in the capital, but he had a lot of eating Liuquanju’s bean paste bread with his friends.

People in the capital have a saying that in the twelfth lunar month, they must purchase Liuquanju’s bean paste buns, which is a good year.

Later generations Li Zhongxin went to Liuquanju for dinner, and basically went with two friends who wrote novels in the cultural circle of the capital. They told Li Zhongxin that in the 1950s, literati and poets such as Lao She, Hu Zhiqing, Qi Baishi held the "Guess the Famous Cat, Award Yellow Wine" game in Liuquanju.

It can be described as Liu Quanju in this way, that is, literati and poets, appreciated by both the elite and the masses.

The two of them write novels, so they naturally need to go to a place with artistic atmosphere and atmosphere when they eat. In this way, they can bring some inspiration to them.

Li Zhongxin was not interested in what they said. After all, those two novelists, who said they were online writers, did not even have a famous novel.

Li Zhongxin saw that Liuquanju at this time was completely different from the magnificent decoration of later generations. It was still in the form of a small second floor, and the area was only a few hundred square meters.

At this time, the first floor of Liuquanju operated mass food, selling some bean paste bags and some pastries, and there were more than a dozen tables inside. Although it was not full at this time, it was noisy and noisy, like a large vegetable market.

Li Zhongxin has always had a great liking for food, and his third uncle is a typical foodie. He did not fulfill Wang Bo's wish during the day. If he didn't take Wang Bo to have a delicious meal at night, it would be a bit unreasonable.

After thinking about it, Li Zhongxin thought of Liu Quanju. When he came here, Wang Bo and Feng Banshan drank, and he could also eat some food that brought memories.

"Please ask for a three-person table here." The waiter dressed in the 1980s, who was dressed in a scent of the 1980s, came to Li Zhongxin and the other three and then let them in.

The waiter in the front hall wanted to arrange a seat on the first floor for Li Zhongxin and the other three to sell bean paste bags.

Li Zhongxin frowned and said to Wang Bo, "Ask him if there is a private room upstairs. We are going to sit in a private room upstairs. If there is no private room, we will also go to the second floor to sit. It is too noisy here."

Li Zhongxin did not expect that at this time, all the three private rooms in Liuquanju had guests.

In desperation, Li Zhongxin's font size and Wang Bofeng Banshan sat in the not-noisy hall on the second floor.

After ordering several special dishes from Liuquanju and ordering the rice wine and bean paste buns from Liuquanju, Li Zhongxin began to look up and down at this restaurant that was different from later generations.

Li Zhongxin vaguely remembered that his later friends told him that this Liuquanju restaurant is famous in the capital, probably a time-honored Chinese brand founded during the Longqing period of the Ming Dynasty.

In his early years, Liuquanju was funded by Shandong people. There were three shops in front of the store and a wide yard behind it.

There was a huge willow tree in the courtyard at that time, and there was a spring well under the tree. The well water was clear and sweet. The owner used this clear spring water to make rice wine. It tasted mellow and the wine was filled with fragrance. It was called "Yuquan wine" by diners.

In addition to selling yellow wine, Liuquanju is also very distinctive in the food. According to the "Lu Wen Manzhi" in the Qing Dynasty, Liuquanju is the most famous hotel in the ancient capital, which is beautiful in color and mellow in taste. If the hotel has a hotel, there are also dishes such as fish, pine flowers, drunk crabs, jerky meat, vegetables, and dried and fresh fruits. In the Qing Dynasty, Liuquanju, together with Sanheju and Xianluju, were also called "the famous three-bedroom in the capital."

During the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty, Emperor Shizong favored the treacherous minister Yan Song and once said: "There is no sword to kill him or his sword to kill him." After Emperor Muzong ascended the throne, he was determined to get rid of this treacherous minister. However, because the previous emperor had the words first and could not take his life, he had to dismiss Yan Song's official position, confiscate his property, and leave only a silver bowl for Yan Song, so that the treacherous minister could make a living by begging.

The people in Beijing hated Yan Song, and no one was willing to help him. One day, Yan Song, who was hungry and thirsty, came to the door of this tavern. When he smelled the strong aroma of wine, Yan Song could no longer walk, so he begged the owner to give him wine.

When the shopkeeper saw the silver rice bowl, he knew that he was Yan Song. He had heard that Yan Song had written well, so he took a pen, ink, paper and inkstone and said, "You can drink wine for you, you have to write a few words for this small shop." Yan Song thought for a while and wrote the three words "Liuquanju". Not long after, Yan Song starved to death on the street, and "Liuquanju" became the last stroke, and the small shop became famous in the capital.

Just as Li Zhongxin recalled these things, the conversation between the two middle-aged men next to him attracted Li Zhongxin's attention.

"Old Sun, I remember that there is a relative in your family who should be the leader of the Light Industry Bureau. Can you approve me forty bundles of wool? Just get the approval document for me. I will go downstairs and I will give you a commission of five yuan for each bundle of wool."

"Liu, what do you want so much wool materials? You don't sell cloth, what do you want so much wool materials? Besides, how much wool materials are forty bundles of wool materials! No matter how powerful my relatives have, they can't handle it. You don't know how nervous the cloth is now. You need cloth tickets to buy one meter of cloth, not to mention that what you want is the kind of wool materials, which is a shortage of goods."

"Old Sun! I am not a cloth seller. My family has a relative who sells cloth! The scarcity of fabrics is different from before. People with connections can directly get goods from the manufacturer, and they don't need to use cloth tickets. The forty bundles of fabrics I mentioned are just a note for your relatives, and we don't want to pay here. You can study them!

My relatives said that the wool fabrics are very easy to sell at his house, and basically the goods can be sold there. He gave me a bundle of ten yuan, and we two added five yuan for two, each of us five yuan.

Forty bundles of wool fabrics cost 200 yuan. I remember that your relative is from a specialty cloth weaving factory. If you get the forty bundles of fabrics, it won’t be like playing. We just need to get the slap.”
Chapter completed!