ebookland Chapter 250 Haohao: Madam, please come this way
Chapter 250 Haohao: Madam, please come this way
The owner of the Old Russian Restaurant is a warm-hearted auntie named Natasha. Although the years have left many marks on her face, she still looks young with a smile on her face.
Since her grandmother was Russian, Aunt Natasha didn't look like a local either. Of course, after a generation, the mixed-blood feeling was not as obvious as Yu Yu's.
She opened this store using the authentic Russian craftsmanship inherited from her grandmother. The decoration of the store is also quite Russian-style, which is also quite distinctive in this place called the Ice City in Northeast China.
By the way, Yu Yu can also cook some traditional dishes of the Bull Country. If he opens a restaurant, can it also be called Lao Xiqiao Restaurant? A family craft that has been passed down for hundreds of years, no, thousands of years.
Alaric can be traced back to around 400 AD in this world. This time is certainly not as old as the 5,000 years of China, but it is still much older than some other European and American families.
As for whether it is really a thousand-year-old family craft, isn't it up to Yu Yu, an insider of the family, to decide?
After sitting down, we were not sure what to order, so we asked Aunt Natasha to help arrange a table of special dishes.
While waiting for the meal, Lu Hu went to the bathroom on the second floor, and when he came back, he excitedly said that the music they heard outside the restaurant door just now came from a group of uncles and aunts on the second floor. They held a small concert in a small room on the second floor to entertain themselves, with piano, accordion, violin, cello, harmonica, flute, etc.
"Then I suddenly want to go to the toilet too, I don't know what's going on." Wang Zhengliang was very excited after hearing this, for no other reason than to go to the Russian toilet on the second floor to take a look.
"Brother Liang, I also suddenly have to pee. Let's go together." Yu Yu raised his hand.
"I want to go too. Good brothers have to go to the bathroom together." Zhang Yuan said seriously, trying not to laugh.
"Then let's go together, let's go together." Wang Yuexin pulled up Su Xing, who didn't want to join in their strange fun, and pushed Chen Tansheng, motioning for the two to go to the second floor with them to take a look.
"Wait for me, I'll go to the second floor to wash my hands." Lu Hu quickly followed the group of brothers.
Going to the back hall on the second floor, there are some old photos and old objects, telling the history of this restaurant and the Russian immigrants in Ice City. Going around the exhibition hall and walking up the narrow stairs to the second floor, the music becomes more obvious.
The corridor on the second floor was not very wide, only enough for two people to walk side by side. A few steps ahead after going up the stairs was a small music room with the door open. Several retired uncles and aunts were holding various musical instruments, sitting around in the room, playing with ecstasy, and were not disturbed at all by the diners coming and going outside.
Apparently they have gotten used to this kind of secluded atmosphere, with the only thing in their hearts being the music they play with their old friends.
It can't be said to be a musical resonance, but more of being moved by their musical atmosphere and attitude. The brothers stood by the door, quietly admiring the tacit understanding of the uncles and aunts who could perform a complete piece of work without any eye contact, relying only on each other's music.
Maybe at some point, they see in them their future retired selves.
The uncles and aunts inside the door have become accustomed to strangers stopping to appreciate their performance, and the old people outside the door are reluctant to make a sound to disturb their performance. At this moment, the silent understanding leaves only the sound of music and the faint noise of the guests coming from the restaurant on the first floor in this small world.
After listening to a song quietly, the seven people went to the bathroom one after another and returned to the restaurant.
"It's great to still have a group of like-minded friends with common interests in old age." Zhang Yuan couldn't help but sigh.
"They must have been playing music together since they were young. This kind of tacit understanding cannot be cultivated in a short time." Lu Hu said, "Maybe they were our age when they met?"
"When we are old, it would be great if we could get together like this from time to time and play some music." Wang Yuexin couldn't help but feel a little envious and yearning. "In order to have other senior community activities in addition to square dancing in my retirement life, I decided to practice the drums as soon as possible."
"Then I have to practice bass quickly." Zhang Yuan counted on his fingers and analyzed, "Look, by then, I can play bass, Yuexin can play drums, Shenggehu can play guitar, Liangge can play keyboard, not to mention Yuyu, he can play any instrument, oh, and Haoming can at least play violin... But what can you do, Suxing?"
Su Xing was not surprised that Zhang Yuan still missed him after all the trouble. He shrugged as a matter of course and said, "I'm the lead singer. You have such a complete soundtrack, isn't it just me who's missing the lead singer?"
"A band of retired seniors who are rehired?" Yu Yu couldn't help imagining a group of hardcore grandfathers with gray hair, crutches and poor eyesight who still have to play in a band... "Although, by that time, will your hands still be able to play the instruments? Will Brother Sheng perform another finger-dancing song "Girl" on his 80th birthday?"
Yu Yu's words seemed to have a sense of picture, and everyone couldn't help laughing. Chen Qisheng laughed and raised his right hand to shake it intentionally, even Haipu was shaken: "Then I might play the guitar like this."
"Hahahahaha, the sound made by Hao Ming playing the violin is no longer ge--, but it shakes into g~e~~hahahahaha!" Wang Yuexin couldn't stop thinking about that scene.
Zhang Yuan also pressed his eyes tightly: "Hahahahaha I can't do it anymore. When the time comes, will a certain lead singer's Miss Pretty answer even if she sings the normal version, have a folk song vibrato?"
"Impossible, I will still be stable even if I am in my seventies or eighties." Su Xing resolutely resisted Zhang Yuan's bad comments and bounced back, "Even if there are a few small flaws, they are just traces of time, because flaws are perfect. But you won't have to sing "Guest" at someone else's wedding by then, right?"
Zhang Yuan laughed so hard that he grabbed the table. However, Lu Hu thought that this might not be a bad thing: "That's great, Yuan Yuan. If a song can be sung until the age of 80, it would really be a retirement song. It's the kind of song that can make one retire directly."
"Hmm? That's right." Zhang Yuan and Lu Hu started to share the same brain again, "If a song can be sung all the time, I don't care what it is. It means that the song is really popular."
While they were chatting and laughing, the dinner prepared by Aunt Natasha for the old Beibeis was served on the table one after another.
Compared with other Northeastern dishes, each dish here seems to have small portions and exquisite appearance, but the taste is very authentic. Aunt Natasha said she would prepare a table of dishes for them, and she really prepared a table of food. The highlight at the end was a whole roast goose. Yu Yu couldn't stop eating with his chopsticks.
Chen Xuansheng saw that the director team was sitting in front of them and watching them eat the big meal, and he picked up some roast goose for Zhao Hao. Lu Hu wanted to take this opportunity to blackmail Zhao Hao, but Zhao Hao didn't fall for it at all, so he could only give up with regret.
After a full meal, Su Xing started a word game, and in the end, the other brothers tacitly and purposefully passed it to the director team.
Su Xing: "This meal."
Wang Yuexin: “I think so.”
Zhang Yuan: “In terms of taste.”
Land Rover: “Very authentic.”
Wang Zhengliang: “So it is necessary.”
Yu Yu: "Tell the director."
Chen Qisheng: "You pay the bill."
Zhao Hao: ...Although I agreed before that I would advance the money to you, I suddenly don’t want to lend you the money now. I don’t know what’s going on.
Considering that they had just picked up a few pieces of meat for him, Zhao Hao only calculated that they owed the program crew 500 yuan for this meal. Chen Qiansheng nodded, thinking that Zhao Hao finally had some conscience, and suggested that he eat a few more pieces of meat, maybe he could save 500 yuan.
Before leaving, they went to the second floor again and said hello to the uncles and aunts when a song ended. When the uncles and aunts heard that the seven of them were also musicians, they enthusiastically invited them to join.
Wang Zhengliang chose the accordion, while Wang Yuexin pushed Yu Yu, who was leaning against the door frame to watch, to the cello, saying that the sound of the cello played with a guitar and wooden chopsticks was not as good as playing a real cello.
Yu Yu, who failed to slack off, could only switch positions with the cellist uncle and "join" the senior band together with Wang Zhengliang to play accompaniment while the other brothers sang. At this moment, the two generations who had never rehearsed together were so harmonious in music.
However, no matter how pleasant this evening was, they could not avoid a realistic problem, which was where to stay tonight. When Zhao Hao asked them whether they had found a place to stay for the night, the brothers simply pretended to be deaf and dumb.
Wang Zhengliang, who was the first to come up with bad ideas for the production team, said to Zhao Hao in a normal tone: "Where are you staying? We plan to go to your hotel first."
"What are you going to do in our hotel?" Zhao Hao stared at Wang Zhengliang warily. Wang Zhengliang looked like an honest man but was actually as dishonest as Chen Tansheng. He always felt that he had some ulterior motive when he said this.
"We're full and want to walk around to digest the food. Is that not okay?" Yu Yu asked.
Su Xing also said: "By the way, let's go to the hotel where the production crew is staying to see if the accommodation environment for our staff has been improved after so many sponsors were added to the second season."
Very good, Zhao Hao might think that Wang Zhengliang’s words were an illusion, but since Yu Yu and Su Xing also said so, it was certain that they were up to something.
"There's nothing interesting to see there. It's not far from here. The hotel is quite old, a century-old hotel." Zhao Hao glanced at Yu Yu.
"Hey, what a coincidence! If you're talking about other hotels, I'm afraid I'm not interested. But if you're talking about a century-old hotel, then I'm really curious, because the hotel I stayed in in Ice City before was also a century-old hotel. So I have to go and see if it's the same one." Zhang Yuan said, if the smirk on his face wasn't so obvious and if his tone wasn't so exaggerated, his "accidental inspiration" would probably be more convincing.
"It would be even better if it's nearby. We can take a walk there to digest the food." Wang Yuexin also agreed with Yu Yu.
"After digesting the food, if there is a barbecue on the roadside, you can also get a few skewers." Yu Yu was not sure whether Lu Hu was full or not.
"Then why are we still sitting here? Let's go, brothers. Which direction is the hotel? Director, lead the way." Chen Xisheng directly turned the discussion between his brothers and the director on "whether to go to the hotel of the program crew to have a look" into a final decision, leaving Zhao Hao no chance to refuse.
Leading these old Beibeis who were chatting and laughing with ulterior motives towards the hotel, Zhao Hao didn't know why he felt that it wouldn't be strange if he suddenly said "Taijun, please come this way"...