Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 348
"Brother He, if you have a chance, you must go to our farm to play, just call the number I left for you."

"Okay, I will definitely go there when I have time."

The two couples went their separate ways after getting off the train.

"The capital city is really big!" Mao Chunhua sighed while sitting on the bus looking at the street scene outside.

"The capital!"

"He Ping, when do you think we should go to see Tiananmen?"

"It's only noon now, let's find a guest house to settle down first, and look back when we have time."

Not being able to go to Tiananmen Square right away, Mao Chunhua felt a little regretful, and said with a lost tone, "Okay."

"Don't worry, Tiananmen Square is right there, and I won't run away."

"Ok!"

He Ping felt that it was a very wise choice for him not to let Mao Chunhua carry so many things. Although the capital city at this time is not as congested as later generations, the feeling of squeezing the bus is definitely not good. Headache.

He took Mao Chunhua to get off at Dongdan, and found a guest house nearby.

The waiter at the guest house checked their marriage certificate for a long time.

"Comrade, we are real husband and wife." He Ping explained with a wry smile, and met a serious and responsible waiter.

"You say yes, you have to be right to know?" The waiter spoke in a pure Beijing accent, with an air of disobedience.

After the waiter finished matching, he returned the letter of introduction and marriage certificate to the two, and opened a room for them.

The two put their things down first, and He Ping held the thermos bottle: "Chunhua, take a rest first, I'll go out and get some water."

When he came back from fetching water, Mao Chunhua was already lying on the bed and fell asleep.

It was tiring to take the long-distance train, so he also hugged Mao Chunhua and slept for a while.

After falling asleep and opening my eyes again, it will be past 5 pm.

He called Mao Chunhua: "Are you hungry? I'll take you out for dinner."

Mao Chunhua was in a deep sleep. He just woke up with a dazed expression. He Ping couldn't help but kissed him.

"What time is it?" Mao Chunhua asked lazily.

"It's past five o'clock, it's time to eat." He Ping looked at her dotingly.

"Oh! Where shall we go for dinner?"

He Ping smiled and said, "Take you to a big meal."

"Feast?"

"Just follow me."

He Ping took Mao Chunhua out mysteriously and stopped a Daihatsu on the side of the road.

"Master, go to Lao Mo."

"Come on, sit down." The driver was an old man from the capital. Seeing He Ping with Mao Chunhua and speaking with a Northeast accent, he started talking to him.

"Are you on business? Or are you traveling?"

"Travel, just married."

"Newlyweds, you have to go out for a stroll. You are right to come to the capital, mothers."

"That must be the capital!"

"I love what you say. Isn't it better to come here to see Chairman M and Tiananmen Square than to go there to see the mountains and rivers?"

"That is, the two of us plan to go to Tiananmen Square to watch the flag raising at the first stop, and then go to the Memorial Hall to pay homage to the remains of the old man."

"Then why run away to Lao Mo?"

"Harmful! People are like iron, and food is like steel. He can't stop eating, can't he?"

"Makes sense!"

He Ping and the driver flirted with each other, and Mao Chunhua trembled when he teased her. She knew that He Ping was talking like this on purpose to tease the driver.

Lao Mo is located on Xizhimenwai Street, seven or eight kilometers away from Xidan. The driver drove for 10 minutes, and dropped them off at the place.

After getting out of the car, Mao Chunhua talked about how dark the taxi was.

"Okay, don't we enjoy the service too!" He Ping said with his arms around her, and then pointed to the front with her, "Look, the place where I treat you to a big meal."

Mao Chunhua didn't know what "Lao Mo" meant, and she didn't have the nerve to ask in the car just now, but only after looking at the sign in front of her did she realize that it was the name of a restaurant.

"Why is this Moscow restaurant called Lao Mo?"

"Who knows, maybe it's called kindness!"

He Ping walked in with Mao Chunhua, and was ushered to a dining table by a waiter wearing a black "Blagi" dress and a pure white apron.

"What do you two want to eat?"

Mao Chunhua patronized to look at the magnificent interior decoration, and ignored the waiter.Seeing her curious eyes, He Ping said to the waiter, "Wait for 2 minutes before ordering."

The waiter went down politely, only then did Mao Chunhua realize her gaffe, and she was a little embarrassed.

He Ping looked around Lao Mo's interior decoration pretending to be ignorant.

They came in through the revolving door, stepped up the steps, and entered a palace-like world.The seven-meter-high roof, the gorgeous gold-plated chandelier, and four large bronze pillars stand in the center like the backbone. The waiters in Tsarist Russian costumes stand by the table, which is covered with light yellow tablecloth and tall glass. Cup, dark red square napkin.

The whole restaurant is luxurious, classic and solemn, even if viewed from the perspective of He Ping's later generations, it is not inferior to many high-end western restaurants of later generations.

"It's my first time here, and it's really exciting." He Ping said to Mao Chunhua.

He Ping's reaction made Mao Chunhua's embarrassment a lot better. She worried: "Isn't it expensive to eat here?"

"How expensive can it be, and what food your husband can't afford?" He Ping pretended to be rich and made Mao Chunhua laugh.

Seeing her relax, He Ping beckoned to the waiter.

He handed the menu to Mao Chunhua, "What do you want to eat?"

He was also afraid that Mao Chunhua would not know what to order, so he asked the waiter, "Do you have any recommended dishes?"

The waiter was well-informed, and although the two of them acted as if they had never been here when they came in just now, he knew from the confidence of He Ping's words that they were customers who could really afford to eat.

Lao Mo has a long history, having opened in 1954.In the 70s and [-]s, it has always been a symbol of high-end western restaurants in the capital. Just like Shanghai thinks of "Red House" when Western food is mentioned, when Western food is mentioned in old Beijing, it will definitely say "Lao Mo".

But at that time, Lao Mo was still a restaurant that only a small number of foreign affairs personnel and foreign friends could enjoy. It was not until it was buzzing that Lao Mo gradually opened it to the people of the capital.

Lao Mo is an indispensable supporting role in countless 80s film and television works about Beijing in later generations. He symbolizes the youthful memories of countless people in that era, and it is also because of this time point.

And those young people who became famous in later generations, but were still poor and white in the 80s, how could they afford to eat at Lao Mo, so there are various legends and anecdotes about eating at Lao Mo.

For example, Lao Mo used to use silver tableware, but since it was opened to the public, the silver tableware was gradually taken away by customers, causing heavy losses.When Lao Mo had no choice but to put away the few silver tableware and replace them with ordinary tableware, the silverware was only used when receiving distinguished guests.

There are those young people who steal money from home and run away from Lao Mo to take the silver tableware after a big meal, and they make a lot of money because of it.

(End of this chapter)