When Mr. Zhong saw that the Lin family were still here, he left after Zhong Kanghua left, asking Song Yiyuan to greet the Yue family who came from afar.
The Zhou family had to move today, and they all went to pack their things.
"Let's go look at the shop again, and come back to look at the house after dinner in the evening."
Lin Qingqing looked at the time, it was now half past five.
There is not enough time for shopping, and it is not time to eat.
"Go and have a look, don't let anything happen again." Mother Lin said from the side.
The group of people came out of the house and walked back to Wangfujing Street.
Now that it is time to get off work, there are obviously more people on the street, there is a lot of noise, and some snack shops are also full of people.
Lin Baojun thought of what Lin Zhijun said yesterday. He took a closer look and saw that various snack shops were full of people. People in Kyoto were really not short of money.
Several children sniffed the various aromas coming from the food shop and stared at the food on the counter with glowing eyes.
The fluffy buns are something they have never seen before.
Lin Qingqing walked to the bread counter, bought four or five yuan, and handed it to Li Zhaodi.
"Sister-in-law, give the children their share."
Li Zhaodi looked at the soft and shiny bread in her hand, broke off half a piece and handed it to Mother Lin. ,
"Mom, you eat first."
This is the rule in the family. If there is something good, Mother Lin will eat it first.
Mother Lin waved her hand and glanced at the paper package containing only five pieces of cake: "I won't eat it. It's so greasy and greasy. Let's give it to Damao and the others."
Li Zhaodi He took back his hand, divided the bread into two halves, gave them to Da Mao and Da Ya, and gave the rest to the other children.
Zhang Guilian saw Da Mao eating in small bites, her face was covered with oil and it felt very fragrant. She swallowed and followed the others.
The group of people followed the address and searched along the street for a short time before stopping in front of a clothing store.
"No. 46."
Lin Guosheng shouted.
Everyone looked up at the two-story shop.
The shop is a large shop with five doors. The gray building is consistent with the style of the whole street. The door is covered with all kinds of blue cloth clothes.
This shop has been leased by Mr. Zhong to the Third State-owned Garment Factory.
Song Yiyuan found the person in charge of the shop with the property ownership certificate, explaining that the owner of the shop had been transferred to him.
The person in charge was very talkative and said that Mr. Zhong had informed the factory in advance that the owner of this store would be changed.
Their third clothing factory signed a twenty-year contract with Mr. Zhong, and the rent is paid every two years.
Last month was the day to pay the rent, and Mr. Zhong didn’t ask for it., let the third clothing factory be given to the new household owner.
The total is four thousand two thousand. You can go to the Finance Office of the Third Garment Factory to get it tomorrow.
After Song Yiyuan learned about the situation, he came out to talk to Lin Qingqing about the rent.
"Then let's get it the day after tomorrow."
She planned to go to various scenic spots in Kyoto with the Lin family to have fun tomorrow.
The Lin family heard that the rent for two years is 4,200 yuan, which is 175 yuan a month.
That means you can earn more than 170 yuan without doing anything.
"Good boy~" Father Lin smacked his lips.
Li Zhaodi and others are also very envious. Their sister-in-law now lives in a big house, and there is also a big house and a shop where they can collect rent.
If they could all have a house in Kyoto, it would be worth their while.
While they were fantasizing, Lin Qingqing took them to the shop opposite.
"Quanjude~" Lin Zhiqing read the name.
I took another look at the tall gatehouse and the main door with hanging flowers, and thought it was really exquisite and elegant.
"Nier, is this a hotel?" Mother Lin looked at the people coming out with a paper bag in their hands.
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She just smelled the fragrance from across the street.
"Eat." Lin Qingqing turned around and explained.
Now is the time when wages are paid at the beginning of the month. Many people line up at the door after work to pack roast duck and take it home to satisfy their families.
Song Yiyuan and Lin Qingqing took the lead into the shop and told the middle-aged clerk about the number of people dining.
"Do you want a private room or a private seat on the first floor? The private room costs an extra dollar." The clerk asked.
Lin Qingqing glanced at the empty seats on the first floor: "The private seats are fine."
"Okay." The clerk responded, took out the towel on his arm, and shook it There was a loud 'pop' in the air, and the clerk then sang in Beijing accent: "Sea seats ~ Thirteen adults, eleven children."
Some people turned their heads when they heard the sound.
So many people come to Quanjude to eat roast duck? How much does this cost?
The diners turned around and saw the Lin family looking like strangers, knowing that they came here to visit Kyoto.
There were three young people sitting at a table by the window. They had half a roast duck on the table and they had already finished eating.
One of the fair-skinned young men guessed: "Thirteen people should eat five roast ducks."
"Five? That's one hundred and twenty yuan. Look at that. Are you so willing to give it up? In my opinion, three roast ducks, soup and duck rack are enough for an outsider." The young man opposite him had a different opinion.
The third tall and lanky young man pointed to the roast duck on the table and said: "Bet, do you dare to bet on this one today?"
"What's wrong with that?If you dare, I'll bet two. "The fair young man raised two fingers and said.
The tall and lanky young man quickly answered: "I have three. "
The young man opposite the fair young man was a step late. He reluctantly said: "Four. "
The three of them made a bet, and turned to look at Lin Qingqing and his party intently.
More than a dozen people had already sat down, and the children were sitting between the adults. In the middle, the younger child was held in the arms of an adult.
The waiter came over with a big teapot, filled the cup with water and ordered food.
Lin Qingqing watched. Song Yiyuan: "We have nine roast ducks, and the duck racks can be used to make soup and dry food? "
Song Yiyuan nodded, knowing that Lin Qingqing loved roast duck, so he added: "Let's add three more, there are more people. ”
“Okay. " Lin Qingqing responded. After listening to the two people's words, the waiter already knew how many roast ducks were ordered for this table.
He concluded: "You want twelve roast ducks, made into slices, and duck racks. Is it right to eat two? "
Lin Qingqing smiled and nodded to the runners.
The runners walked away carrying a big teapot, shouting as they walked: "Twelve roast ducks, two duck racks to eat. . "
People in the lobby on the first floor turned their heads when they heard the sound and looked at Lin Qingqing's table.
Three hundred yuan for twelve roast ducks, I'm really willing to give it up.
< p> The young man at the table by the window was dumbfounded.Three hundred yuan is a worker’s salary for a year. Why would he be so willing?
Lin Baojun felt unusual and asked. Lin Qingqing: “Little sister, does this restaurant only serve duck? Duck is not as delicious as chicken and does not have as much meat. "
Lin Daqing nodded in approval.
Mother Lin: "Nier, I'm not full just by eating roast duck. Why don't you get some steamed buns and rice? "
She saw that at some tables only three people could eat one roast duck, and the duck was cut into small pieces, not enough to fit between the teeth.
People in Kyoto eat really exquisitely.
Lin Qingqing smiled: "This is a major feature of Kyoto. You must try it when you come. This shop specializes in roast duck. There will be soup later so you can be full. ”
“How much does this roast duck cost? If you ordered twelve, it’s not too much.” "Mother Lin asked, looking around.
Lin Qingqing glanced at Song Yiyuan and said truthfully: "Twenty-five for one. "
"What? "Mother Lin suddenly stood up.
Lin Zhiqing confirmed in surprise: "Two~~~twenty-five yuan? ”