As he spoke, Zhao Cheng'an led Qin Huai forward, turning left, and the Taifeng Building ca into view.
Qin Huai stopped in his tracks.
He hadn't expected that after nearly a century, the Taifeng Building he was seeing would look like this.
Almost exactly like what he saw in Chen Huihong's mory.
The identical facade, the identical signboard, even the carvings on the window fras, the steps at the entrance, the pillars by the plaque—everything was just as Qin Huai rembered.
The mont Qin Huai saw the actual restaurant, he realized how deep his impression of the Taifeng Building was.
He rembered many details of the Taifeng Building, the signboard with a sense of history, the pillar at the entrance that appeared grand and luxurious after being painted, the carvings on the window fra next to the downstairs window, the double line carvings at the edge of the small table by the window, the style of tea sets the staff used each ti to serve tea, the crazy lady's special ivory chopsticks, the bead missing a piece on the abacus in the accounting room.
Qin Huai particularly rembers how the two-story standalone Taifeng Building stood proudly on this site, towering over the surrounding low buildings and bungalows.
Now the forr crane, located in the CBD area, is surrounded by tall buildings, appearing like a protected ancient building.
"Wow," Zhao Cheng'an exclaid, "No wonder you want to co here to check-in, it turns out this Taifeng Building is a tourist spot!"
"I just don't know if we can enter."
"You can't enter." A clear male voice carried from behind Qin Huai and Zhao Cheng'an. The two turned their heads and found that the person answering them was a young handso foreigner, estimated to be over 185cm tall.
"This is not a tourist spot; it's privately owned and not open to the public."
The handso guy finished explaining with precise pronunciation and clear enunciation, took a few photos of Taifeng Building, and then left.
Qin Huai: "Wow, the foreigners in Beiping speak Chinese so well, their Mandarin is more standard than my grandfather's."
Mr. Qin, who is a native of Guangdong Province, might not even be able to pass the Mandarin proficiency test Level 2.
Zhao Cheng'an stared at the handso guy's back, stunned for a mont: "Hey, this, uh, just now... this person seems to be Zhang... Zhang what again?"
"Called Zhang what again..."
"Do you know him?" Qin Huai asked curiously.
He hadn't expected Zhao Cheng'an to know people in Beiping, especially a foreigner.
"I don't know him, I've heard of him, to be precise I've seen a photo. Called Zhang sothing, ugh, can't rember. He is Mr. Xia's apprentice!"
"Mr. Xia from Fen Garden?"
"Yes!"
Upon hearing Zhao Cheng'an say that, Qin Huai knew who he was, as Dong Shi had ntioned him during gossiping.
"I've heard of him; isn't he learning skills in Japan now?"
Zhao Cheng'an shook his head: "Not sure, maybe Mr. Xia is unwell recently and ca back. I heard he started learning skills with Mr. Xia when he was less than ten, seemingly a child from Mr. Xia's relative's family. Mr. Xia has no children; if really unwell, he would definitely co back to care for him."
"Does Mr. Xia have foreign relatives?"
"He's a Sino-French hybrid; his dad was a famous French chef."
Qin Huai craned his neck to take another look at the legendary apprentice of Mr. Xia, finding out the handso guy was too tall with long legs, walking too fast, already gone out of sight.
"Then why did he co to take photos of Taifeng Building?" Qin Huai murmured.
"Don't know, maybe just like you, treating Taifeng Building as a scenery photo," Zhao Cheng'an said, taking out his mobile phone to snap photos of Taifeng Building, "A standalone restaurant at such a good location is actually private-owned, and not open to the public, the annual maintenance costs alone must be substantial, really extravagant."
As soon as Zhao Cheng'an finished speaking, a ga notification sounded in Qin Huai's mind.
"Ding, congratulations on discovering a hidden task; please check the task panel."
Eh?
A hidden task.
This ga system even has hidden tasks.
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