Marry first, love later: wife, don't divorce

Ruyu was stunned instinctively. She grew up in South Korea and often went to the countryside. She saw a lot of green tile houses, but she had never seen this kind of courtyard house in South Korea.

The courtyard houses she had seen were in the hutongs of Beijing, and they were all left over from the Qing Dynasty. Now many courtyard houses are unoccupied, and of course some are still inhabited, which is already at the level of enjoyment.

She always thought that Beijing should have the only courtyards in the world, but she never imagined that in South Korea, in the suburbs of Seoul, among the green mountains and green waters, there is such a beautiful courtyard hidden.

However, judging from the fineness of this courtyard house, it is estimated that it is not very old. It has a history of about three or four years. Of course, it cannot be compared with those courtyard houses in Beijing Hutongs.

"Could it be that the farm food you're talking about is in this courtyard?" Ru Yu was puzzled for a while, and then asked Lei Zhenyu beside her.

Lei Zhenyu nodded: "How is it? Don't you like this place?"

"I like it," Ruyu said almost instinctively, raised her head slightly, and with the help of the afterglow of the setting sun, opened her eyes and looked at the courtyard curiously. Pasted with hand-cut window grilles.

The whole thing is old Beijing!

"How did you know there was such a place?" Ruyu was still angry, didn't Lei Zhenyu come back after going abroad for seven years?

"Well, I'll tell you later," Lei Zhenyu smiled, took her hand, led her in, and went straight into a wing room. The kang table is not like a restaurant at all.

"The boss here is also the owner of the house. He is a descendant of the Chinese. It is said that the ancestors still cooked imperial meals for the Qing court. The father of the owner of the house came to Korea in the 30s. Of course, it was still called North Korea at that time. Then something happened. During the war, he did not go back for various reasons, and then stayed here all the time, because he missed the palace too much. Later, when he was 80 years old, he had people build this courtyard house. Now his son and grandson live in it. Here, he inherited his culinary skills and opened this characteristic Chinese restaurant."

"Then how many groups of guests are they entertaining this day?" Ru Yu looked out of the window, but in fact the window was covered with coarse sandpaper, so she couldn't see anything clearly.

"Only one table of food is cooked every day. This is a family restaurant, and this rule has been the same for decades. Because the dishes here are indeed very good, it is generally necessary to make an appointment more than one month in advance."

"You mean - you made an appointment a month in advance?" Ru Yu stared at the man in front of her with wide eyes.

Lei Zhenyu nodded with a smile, and said in a low voice: "Well, it's my wife's birthday, no matter what, you have to prepare in advance."

Ruyu's heart trembled slightly, and an unknown warmth flowed quietly. When Lei Zhenyu celebrated his birthday, she went to Happy Bakery to buy a cake, but she never expected that he would... ...

The boss is an authentic Chinese, not only dressed in Chinese style, but also in long gowns and mandarin jackets. The whole thing is ancient China. Well, just this outfit makes people feel friendly.

There are no exquisite photo album-like recipes in big restaurants, but a very thin handwritten book, the paper has turned yellow, and the names of the dishes on it are all written in small seal script with a brush, all in Chinese characters, and I don’t know Koreans How many people do you know.