Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City Chapter 348 357: Well, Can't Afford Even the Plain Ones Anym

Mingwei Residence was tucked away in a narrow alleyway, accessible to cars but without any parking space. The two of them parked the car by the roadside and then alighted.

In the alley, a grand courtyard entrance was adorned with a large black plaque, inscribed with the na Mingwei Residence. However, under the dim lights, the characters were almost illegible.

At the entrance hung two large lanterns, and the vermilion doors were tightly shut. Yet, on this outdated door was a piece of high-tech equipnt—a doorbell.

Ding-dong, Mo Xing rang the doorbell, "Just wait, soone will co to fetch us shortly."

"Damn, business must be good to take it to this level. While others open their doors wide, fearing that people won't notice they're open for business, this guy has the audacity to keep his doors closed."

Ye Ling muttered under his breath, finding it quite extraordinary. This also indirectly showed just how much pride Xiong San had.

"If you want to eat, co. Even if you do co, it's no guarantee you'll get a seat, and you'll have to wait. If you're not eating, then get lost."

Creak, the door opened to reveal a young man in a white chef's uniform, who imdiately smiled upon seeing them, "It's Mo Xing! Haven't seen you in a long ti, please co in."

As he spoke, he opened the door wider, ushering Ye Ling and Mo Xing into the mysterious courtyard.

Upon entering the courtyard, Ye Ling found nothing particularly remarkable. It was just an ordinary old courtyard with blue brick and tiled houses.

"Mo Xing, the room Sir Xiong reserved for you is over there. You go ahead first, he'll join you once he's done with his work," said the young man, leading Mo Xing and Ye Ling to a room before leaving them to sit there on their own.

Ye Ling surveyed the room, which was quite plain, with its raw blue-brick walls. So straw was even sticking out of the crevices between the bricks, likely remnants of an older era.

"Tsk, tsk, I really must see what's so magical about this place. By the way, is the food here expensive?" Ye Ling asked nonchalantly, suspecting that the dishes here wouldn't co cheap.

Mo Xing nodded solemnly, "The food here is indeed pricey. Let tell you, even a simple dish of stir-fried vegetables costs hundreds of yuan here. What do you think?"

Creak, Ye Ling was shocked once again, damn it. The first ti was at Mo Siqing's club, and now here.

"I've co to realize sothing—these days, I can't afford bottled water or vegetables; it seems I'm only left with eating at," Ye Ling lanted, feeling like life was paradoxically regressing.

"Eat at? Forget it, I'll tell you a whole grilled lamb here won't cost less than a few thousand yuan, but it really is delicious. You'll know once you try it," Mo Xing smacked his lips, clearly drooling at the thought of the taste.

This ti, Ye Ling decided not to say another word. Damn it, had he turned into a complete country bumpkin? Was this lamb made of gold or silver, or was it an enlightened lamb?

The two chatted idly, and within no more than ten minutes, the door opened and one dish after another was brought in. The spread included both at and vegetables, six dishes of at and two of vegetables, making for a decent mix.

What caught Ye Ling's attention the most was a plate of golden roast lamb. The at glead golden-yellow and reflected the sheen of the oil on it.

"Damn, that's outright tempting . Let have a taste," Ye Ling picked up a piece of lamb and put it into his mouth, his eyes going wide imdiately.

"This is really good! I've got to co here more often!" he mumbled between chews, hastily grabbing two more bites.

The lamb was crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, and carried no gay sll. Most importantly, there was a hint of woodiness in its flavor.

The at was tender, easily crumbling in the mouth with just a few chews, its fragrance lingering continually.

"Heh, try this lamb chop; I'm telling you, it's absolutely delicious," Mo Xing spoke as he greedily grabbed a lamb chop and started devouring it.

The two ate to their hearts' content. Overwheld with satisfaction, Ye Ling called out, "Where's the wine? Bring out so wine. Such fantastic food would be wasted without it."

As they were speaking, the door opened and a middle-aged man walked in, dressed in a set of gray clothes, with a rugged appearance, carrying two sealed jars of alcohol in his arms.

"Yo, San, you're free." Mo Xing imdiately wiped his mouth and laughed.

Xiong San, the mysterious chef also known as Third Master, had a terrifying network of connections throughout Donghai City, all built through operating the renowned Flavor Residence.

"If I, Old San, didn't show up when Mo Shao is here, wouldn't I be disrespecting you?"

"Co, co, try my 'Sorrowful Shot'."

As he spoke, Xiong San placed the jars on the table, and Mo Xing's eyes imdiately popped: "Damn, San, aren't you playing favorites? I've been longing for a 'Sorrowful Shot' for quite so ti."

"Isn't it because I heard Mo Shao has distinguished guests over? I, Old San, have to put so skin in the ga, otherwise wouldn't you say I'm being stingy?"

Xiong San said with a big laugh, and Ye Ling also stood up, extending his hand: "San, I'm Ye Ling, nice to et you, and your food is really fantastic."

"If you like it, co often. Later, I'll tell my staff to give you a VIP card, and you can co anyti, just call ahead."

Xiong San smiled and then slapped open the clay seal on top of the jars, and instantly a strong aroma of alcohol spread throughout the room.

Ye Ling's eyes lit up: "Great liquor!"

The scent of the alcohol was not pungent but had a fragrant aroma that was intoxicating, making one eager to down a bowl imdiately.

"You bet, let tell you, this 'Sorrowful Shot' is brewed using traditional old thods by San, and these two jars have aged for at least ten years, right?"

Mo Xing chuckled, and nearby Xiong San nodded; accommodating Mo Xing naturally couldn't be the sa as for ordinary people, as San was aware of this guy's clout.

"Here, I, Old San, will toast to you both." Saying so, he set down his black porcelain bowl and filled three large bowls.

Thud, thud, Xiong San directly gulped down his drink, and Ye Ling was just as hearty, downing a small bowl in one go.

"What a drink! San, if you sold this liquor, all those so-called top ten famous liquors would be nothing; it would absolutely be in hot demand," Ye Ling exclaid as he wiped his mouth, thoroughly enjoying himself.

You should drink liquor in big gulps and eat at in big bites—now that's a real man.

Xiong San shook his head, a mysterious smile on his face, as soone ca from outside, carrying a jar, which was then placed on the table.

"San, what is this? Buddha Jumps Over the Wall?" Ye Ling asked curiously.

Xiong San shook his head: "Buddha Jumps Over the Wall isn't ready yet, needs another twenty minutes. This treasure here is red-braised bull and sheep graphic glands, with so turtle blood added."

"It's a big tonic. Eat it now, and I guarantee you won't be able to stop tonight, heh heh."

Seeing Xiong San's expression, Ye Ling instantly pegged him as an old lecher.

"Are you eating? If not, give it all to ." Mo Xing seized the opportunity and snatched the red-braised whatever over.

Ye Ling imdiately beca anxious: "You already have a woman, aren't you afraid it'll make you burst? Let's split this jar—you get eight parts and I get two. That's settled."

"Who are you calling two? Quit beating around the bush and insulting !" Mo Xing's face suddenly darkened.

Xiong San smiled and took his leave from the two, saying he would co back later, not wanting to disturb their eating and drinking.

"Tsk, tsk, you have to say, this San is really generous," Ye Ling remarked, admiring how well he managed relationships. No wonder he was able to build such a large empire.