Chapter 1293: No Dream in Huizhou

"Zhao Heng, thank you!"

At about five o'clock in the afternoon, Zhao Heng and Ma Qie and others stood at the Hong Kong pier, away from Macau Ma Qie and were both cheerful. While looking back at the sea with sunset, they walked forward with Zhao Heng's arm: "Not only did I resolve the crisis, but I also sent me to Hong Kong."

The future head of the group with a market value of nearly one trillion yuan showed a hint of gratitude in her eyes: "Don't worry, I will go back to Pengcheng tonight. No one can hurt me when I return to Pengcheng!" Then she shook Zhao Heng's hand again: "You helped me so much, so why should I repay you."

"I'll treat you to Hui cuisine!"

When Zhao Heng felt relieved of the other party's return, Ma Qie had already walked towards the taxi with Zhao Heng's hand: "Hong Kong is your territory, but it is also my foodie territory. I know there is a Hui cuisine restaurant that is very unique. We haven't eaten yet today, how about it together?"

Seeing the blazing heat and light flashing in Ma Qie's eyes, Zhao Heng knew that she wanted to stay with him for a while, otherwise she would not know how long it would take to see him. When he thought that he was really hungry, he nodded gently and said, "Okay, let's have a meal together!"

Ma Qie obviously didn't want to be disturbed by bodyguards and assistants, nor did she want the crowd to attract the attention of others, so she told them to go to a hotel in Hong Kong to wait for her and meet again after dinner with Zhao Heng. Zhao Heng also sent a text message to Yue Xiaoxiao to avoid the latter's concern.

The taxi was guided by Ma Qie and drove about eight kilometers. After about eight kilometers, they finally stopped in front of a two-story building. The restaurant decoration was neither luxurious nor brilliant. On the contrary, it was the style of the Hong Kong 1970s and 1980s, but the appearance was clean and refreshing.

What made Zhao Heng’s eyes shine the most was the big banyan tree at the door.

The trunks surrounded by four people were lush and full of vitality. The breeze made people feel refreshed and refreshed, which made Zhao Heng instantly think of the Hong Kong elements in film and television. However, in such a good environment, there were not many tables and chairs. The trunks were surrounded by four square tables and more than a dozen benches.

It was vaguely identifiable inside with a similar pattern. Ma Qie seemed to see the questions in Zhao Heng's eyes, and held his arm and smiled faintly: "Go in and sit in. The owner of this restaurant is Aunt Qing, who is a descendant of a genuine Hui merchant. He is beautiful and can also make good dishes."

"She is also very educated and can be regarded as a top-notch woman!"

When Ma Qie briefly described Aunt Qing, Zhao Heng found that her tone was filled with respect, far less unwilling to be outdone for other beautiful women. This made him the first person to look like Nan Qingwan, a lady from a wealthy family, only a woman with a temperament like Nan Qingwan can take responsibility.

At this moment, Ma Qie pointed to the name of the shop above his head, and his voice came out softly: "I saw these two words, this is the word written by Aunt Qing himself, right? It's a pity that I am a woman, otherwise I would have pursued Aunt Qing at all costs and came to this Hui restaurant for dinner every day."

Zhao Heng gathered his eyes and looked at the words above his head. Sure enough, he saw the two words Huicai, flying dragons and phoenixes dancing. His pen was moving in a neat manner, and his structure was complete and exuded a simple and elegant atmosphere. If it were not for the remaining slim and gracefulness of a woman's pen, Zhao Heng would think that this was the work of a famous artist.

Zhao Heng suddenly became interested in Aunt Qing.

"Are you moved?"

Ma Qie let out a silver bell-like laugh, then walked into the inside with Zhao Heng: "Let's go, have a meal inside, and see if Aunt Qing is free. If you have time, I will introduce you to you later. Letting you know such a top-notch woman in the folk is my small reward."

Zhao Heng smiled bitterly but did not respond again. He walked into the Hui Restaurant. The layout of the hall was similar to that of the outside. There were four antique square tables on the second floor, but there were fingerprint doors on the second floor. It was obvious that it was the living area, which clearly showed that the opening of this Hui Restaurant was purely an interest.

Otherwise, with the area and environment of the restaurant, you can place at least twenty tables, and you can add five more tables under the banyan tree outside. How could it be that lazy and casual situation now? However, the leisure and quietness of the Hui restaurant is in line with Zhao Heng's taste. When he walked here, he felt that time had slowed down.

Perhaps the two of them came too early so there was no diner. There were only three pretty girls standing on the cashier. At the age of twenty, they were dignified and elegant, and their clothes and jewelry were quite tasteful. They were not so much as staff members of the restaurant waiters, but rather as staff members of the cultural center.

"Xiao Min, order food!"

Ma Qie was obviously a regular visitor here. He walked straight to a table next to the window and sat down. Then he waved to a smiling waiter. The two of them exchanged a few simple greetings, Ma Qie took the menu and ordered the menu without any pause. Finally, hesitated and ordered a small bottle of red wine.

"Miss Ma, wait a moment, serve the food immediately!"

When the beautiful little girl turned around politely and was about to be busy, Ma Qie reached out and grabbed her arm, raised a faint smile and asked, "Xiao Min, is Aunt Qing there? If so, please tell me that I'm here. By the way, I want to introduce a friend to her."

The beautiful little girl nodded: "Okay!"

Zhao Heng didn't say a word from beginning to end, but just looked around the restaurant environment. I have to say that this was the most comfortable dining place for him. From the quaint decoration of the restaurant to the temperament of the waiter, it all matched Zhao Heng's laziness in his heart, as if he was a time-lapse.

Pigeon stewed in Huangshan, pickled fresh mandarin fish, Huizhou edamame tofu, peach fat roasted pork.

In the gentle classical music, the dishes ordered were served one by one. The originally deserted restaurant was instantly filled with fragrance, which also added warmth to the restaurant near the evening. Ma Qie was afraid that she would not eat these days, and now she saw the dishes that were full of colors, fragrance and flavor.

While picking up a piece of tofu, she also showed a little regret on her face: "Aunt Qing's pastry cakes are unparalleled, and they taste endless aftertaste. Unfortunately, she hasn't cooked for many years. It is rumored that few people understand her dishes, and it is hard to find a soulmate, so she basically doesn't take action."

Zhao Heng's heart moved slightly: "Is that true?"

Ma Qie smiled faintly: "Really!"

Huizhou cuisine is good at roasting, stewing, and paying attention to fire skills. It is used to ham with flavor. Rock sugar is fresh and good at maintaining the original flavor. Many dishes are stewed on charcoal fire, roasted on a single fire, and served on the original pot. This not only reflects the simple and elegant style of Huizhou, but also has a fragrance and tempting appetite.

Zhao Heng had a natural expression and occasionally picked up chopsticks for the beauties around him, and he didn't say anything most of the time. This was not because he was tired and didn't want to talk or because he was hiding something in his heart, but because the quiet environment made him feel at ease. At this moment, he felt that he was away from blood and murder.

The long-lost peace has surged in my heart again.

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of dishes.

A woman suddenly walked out from behind the service desk and walked straight towards Zhao Heng and the others' table. Zhao Heng raised his head and looked at the woman was about 35 years old, but she was not as rich as she was at the age of bloatedness. Her cheongsam made her graceful figure look to the fullest.

Moreover, her beauty is not the kitsch of ordinary women. This woman looks very beautiful, has a gentle and light smile, and is dressed simply. Apart from a bell tied with her left wrist, she has no extra jewelry. Zhao Heng was in a daze to see the fascinating Huizhou woman in ancient times.

"Aunt Qing!"

Ma Qie put down his long chopsticks and shouted at the woman who was walking towards him. The woman named Aunt Qing smiled slightly, and then stood in front of Ma Qie with a touch of fragrance: "Miss Ma, why are you free to come here to help today? This is your boyfriend? A good young man!"

Ma Qie's face was red, and she didn't know whether it was because of drinking or Aunt Qing's words were shy. However, she quickly pulled Aunt Qing with a cheerful and generous smiled: "Yes, he is my boyfriend, Zhao Heng, he is only nineteen years old. Aunt Qing, what do you think of our sister-brother relationship?"

"cough!"

Zhao Heng almost squirted out and hurriedly took a sip of wine to cover it up. He really didn't expect Ma Qie to say such a shocking word, but he finally gave up his thoughts when he wanted to explain. Apart from the lack of need, too much explanation was to cover it up, so he just squeezed out a smile to support the scene.

Aunt Qing looked at Zhao Heng curiously, and there were only a few men who could make Ma Qie admit it. However, when she saw Zhao Heng in a embarrassed look, her smile became warmer again. She poured a glass of wine herself, her eyes full of simple sincerity, pure and clean.

"Bless you!"

"Thanks!"

Ma Qie pulled Zhao Heng up to drink wine. Maybe she would not be a woman who would never be Zhao Heng's life, and it would be even more impossible to enter the Zhao family's mansion. But she still enjoyed the moment of happiness now. Zhao Heng let out a long breath and pinched the wine glass to accept the blessings of Aunt Qing. The fragrance of the wine was touching.

"Aunt Qing, I heard that your pastry cakes are unmatched!"

Zhao Heng put down his wine glass and his voice softly said, "How about making one for us to eat?" Aunt Qing couldn't help but pause when she heard this. Her eyes that had experienced vicissitudes but were still clear appeared in a moment of trance. She hesitated for a while and did not say anything, but just turned her eyes on Zhao Heng's face.

gaze!

Aunt Qing has a charming and outstanding temperament. She is not a beautiful woman, but no one can deny her charm. She is very clear and indifferent inside and out. Especially when she looks at people, she can't help but feel pity: "I wonder if Young Master Heng knows Huizhou?"

Zhao Heng smiled faintly:

"I never dreamed of Huizhou in my life!"

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Chapter completed!