"Don't you know this restaurant?"
"
The Red House is very famous in Shanghai," Duan Qiong asked curiously."Many people who come to Shanghai for tourism and work learned to eat western food from the Red House."”
"I really don't know.”
"
I've only been in Shanghai for a year," Zhang Mu replied."I haven't been to many places yet. You know my situation in the past. Even if I came out to eat, I definitely wouldn't come to such a place."”
"That…Zhang Mu, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ask that..."
Duan Qiong suddenly thought of something and explained awkwardly.
She suddenly remembered that Zhang Mu's background seemed to be very ordinary, or even a little bad.
In fact, before she went to Red Flag Supermarket to ask Zhang Mu for help, when the department head specially called her over and clearly stated that she did not have to care about Zhang Mu's attendance outside of the exams, she had already developed a lot of curiosity about Zhang Mu.
As a homeroom teacher, it was too easy for her to understand a student's information. She could learn a lot from a few students.
She also knew a little about Zhang Mu's situation. For example, it was in the information that Zhang Mu's hometown was a small town in Zhongzhou.
Another example was what he learned from others. When Zhang Mu was in his first year of university, he never went out to dance or sing like some students. As long as he had time, he would go out to work part-time to earn money.
It seemed that Zhang Mu had earned his living expenses for the next half of the year, except for the month when he first came to school. Several students in the class could prove this.
At that time, Duan Qiong was very curious about how a student with a poor family background could invite a department leader to talk to him. Later, he saw some reports about Zhang Mu and understood what was going on.
After seeing Zhang Mu at Red Flag Supermarket, her impression of Zhang Mu had changed.
Duan Qiong didn't know how Zhang Mu had risen to prominence. Some reports about Zhang Mu were very vague.
However, she knew that Zhang Mu's family was not in a good situation in the past. After he started his business and made money, he was even busier. He might not even have eaten Western food before, let alone the Red House.
Therefore, his question was a little painful.
"It's nothing. I've just never been to a western restaurant before. If I haven't eaten pork before, how can I not have seen pigs run?”
"
I heard you say that this shop has a lot of history?" Zhang Mu waved his hand to show that he didn't mind. Is there any other story? You can tell me about it. Although I've been in Shanghai for a year, I don't know much about many places.”
It was true that he had never eaten western food in this life, but he had eaten it countless times in his previous life. He was already familiar with the etiquette of western food and did not think much of it.
It was just that in her previous life, she rarely came to Shanghai after graduation, so she didn't know much about this restaurant.
"Actually, I haven't eaten here in a long time. I used to like this restaurant.”
Seeing that Zhang Mu really didn't mind, Duan Qiong suddenly felt relieved. He thought about it and introduced,
"I first knew about this restaurant because of Zhang Ailing. I heard that Zhang Ailing loved to eat Western food in the Red House back then. The Peking opera artist, Mr. Mei Lanfang, also came here. He even suggested changing the name 'Red House.'"
Duan Qiong hadn't been here for a long time.
At this time, the craze to go abroad was still ongoing. Many people thought that everything in foreign countries was good. Eating western food once was also the dream of countless young girls.
However, the cost of a meal was at least 100 yuan. It was not something that the girls who had not yet worked could afford. Even after working, very few girls were willing to come and spend money.
Every time he spent money, he could show off for a long time and be envied by countless girls of his age.
Ever since the family's business had been getting worse and worse in the past two years, Duan Qiong rarely asked his family for money. Naturally, some high expenses could not be maintained.
In the past, Duan Qiong liked to come to the Red House for dinner. With her family background, she wouldn't show off just because she ate Western food. She only came here because she liked the decoration style and atmosphere. Of course, the dishes were also quite delicious.
In the afternoon, she would come over for a steak or vegetable salad, order a cup of coffee, and quietly read a magazine. She was a very artistic girl.
Zhang Mu realized this when Duan Qiong mentioned Zhang Ailing.
Zhang Mu didn't really like reading Zhang Ailing's books, or rather, he didn't like reading such romantic literature. However, in his previous life, he still had some understanding of these things in order to pick up girls.
After all, the two of them were not familiar with each other, and there was nothing to talk about between them. In order not to be awkward, Zhang Mu also agreed to talk about Zhang Ailing with the other party
. Do you like Zhang Ailing's books, or do you approve of her view of love?”
"That's right. I really like some of the words in her book.”
Duan Qiong nodded immediately.
"Love is blind. There's no question of whether it's worth it. When you love someone, if you can still think rationally, it can only mean that it's not love!”
"And…"
It seemed that he had found a good topic. Duan Qiong was obviously more open than before, and he talked for a long time.
"But Zhang Ailing is a pessimist in love. This is related to her experience and may not be suitable for everyone.”
After she finished speaking, Zhang Mu nodded and said,
"But her analysis of love is extremely profound. In that era, she dared to challenge the secular concept and devoted herself to love without hesitation. This spirit is indeed shocking."”
"Ah, actually, I think so too. After all, if I imagine many of her words, I will feel an indescribable melancholy in my heart..."
Time passed very quickly. They had barely chatted for a while when the waiter brought the dishes they had ordered.
Since the dishes were served, the two of them chatted while eating. The atmosphere was quite pleasant.
After the meal, Zhang Mu didn't rush to pay the bill. After all, Duan Qiong treated him to a meal to thank him for his help. If he insisted on treating, it would make Duan Qiong feel bad.
Because they had chatted for a long time at the dinner table, it was already eight o'clock in the evening when the two of them came out of the Red House Western Restaurant. The sky had also darkened.
Zhang Mu wanted to call a taxi to send Duan Qiong home, but Duan Qiong seemed to be having a good time chatting with Zhang Mu.
"Zhang Mu," Duan Qiong suddenly suggested,"
why don't we go to a movie theater?" I saw a new poster in front of the cinema. It should be a new movie.”
PS: I will make up for the 3 I owe in the near future ~ "Don't you know this restaurant?"
"
The Red House is very famous in Shanghai," Duan Qiong asked curiously."Many people who come to Shanghai for tourism and work learned to eat western food from the Red House."”
"I really don't know.”
"
I've only been in Shanghai for a year," Zhang Mu replied."I haven't been to many places yet. You know my situation in the past. Even if I came out to eat, I definitely wouldn't come to such a place."”
"That…Zhang Mu, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ask that..."
Duan Qiong suddenly thought of something and explained awkwardly.
She suddenly remembered that Zhang Mu's background seemed to be very ordinary, or even a little bad.
In fact, before she went to Red Flag Supermarket to ask Zhang Mu for help, when the department head specially called her over and clearly stated that she did not have to care about Zhang Mu's attendance outside of the exams, she had already developed a lot of curiosity about Zhang Mu.
As a homeroom teacher, it was too easy for her to understand a student's information. She could learn a lot from a few students.
She also knew a little about Zhang Mu's situation. For example, it was in the information that Zhang Mu's hometown was a small town in Zhongzhou.
Another example was what he learned from others. When Zhang Mu was in his first year of university, he never went out to dance or sing like some students. As long as he had time, he would go out to work part-time to earn money.
It seemed that Zhang Mu had earned his living expenses for the next half of the year, except for the month when he first came to school. Several students in the class could prove this.
At that time, Duan Qiong was very curious about how a student with a poor family background could invite a department leader to talk to him. Later, he saw some reports about Zhang Mu and understood what was going on.
After seeing Zhang Mu at Red Flag Supermarket, her impression of Zhang Mu had changed.
Duan Qiong didn't know how Zhang Mu had risen to prominence. Some reports about Zhang Mu were very vague.
However, she knew that Zhang Mu's family was not in a good situation in the past. After he started his business and made money, he was even busier. He might not even have eaten Western food before, let alone the Red House.
Therefore, his question was a little painful.
"It's nothing. I've just never been to a western restaurant before. If I haven't eaten pork before, how can I not have seen pigs run?”
"
I heard you say that this shop has a lot of history?" Zhang Mu waved his hand to show that he didn't mind. Is there any other story? You can tell me about it. Although I've been in Shanghai for a year, I don't know much about many places.”
It was true that he had never eaten western food in this life, but he had eaten it countless times in his previous life. He was already familiar with the etiquette of western food and did not think much of it.
It was just that in her previous life, she rarely came to Shanghai after graduation, so she didn't know much about this restaurant.
"Actually, I haven't eaten here in a long time. I used to like this restaurant.”
Seeing that Zhang Mu really didn't mind, Duan Qiong suddenly felt relieved. He thought about it and introduced,
"I first knew about this restaurant because of Zhang Ailing. I heard that Zhang Ailing loved to eat Western food in the Red House back then. The Peking opera artist, Mr. Mei Lanfang, also came here. He even suggested changing the name 'Red House.'"
Duan Qiong hadn't been here for a long time.
At this time, the craze to go abroad was still ongoing. Many people thought that everything in foreign countries was good. Eating western food once was also the dream of countless young girls.
However, the cost of a meal was at least 100 yuan. It was not something that the girls who had not yet worked could afford. Even after working, very few girls were willing to come and spend money.
Every time he spent money, he could show off for a long time and be envied by countless girls of his age.
Ever since the family's business had been getting worse and worse in the past two years, Duan Qiong rarely asked his family for money. Naturally, some high expenses could not be maintained.
In the past, Duan Qiong liked to come to the Red House for dinner. With her family background, she wouldn't show off just because she ate Western food. She only came here because she liked the decoration style and atmosphere. Of course, the dishes were also quite delicious.
In the afternoon, she would come over for a steak or vegetable salad, order a cup of coffee, and quietly read a magazine. She was a very artistic girl.
Zhang Mu realized this when Duan Qiong mentioned Zhang Ailing.
Zhang Mu didn't really like reading Zhang Ailing's books, or rather, he didn't like reading such romantic literature. However, in his previous life, he still had some understanding of these things in order to pick up girls.
After all, the two of them were not familiar with each other, and there was nothing to talk about between them. In order not to be awkward, Zhang Mu also agreed to talk about Zhang Ailing with the other party
. Do you like Zhang Ailing's books, or do you approve of her view of love?”
"That's right. I really like some of the words in her book.”
Duan Qiong nodded immediately.
"Love is blind. There's no question of whether it's worth it. When you love someone, if you can still think rationally, it can only mean that it's not love!”
"And…"
It seemed that he had found a good topic. Duan Qiong was obviously more open than before, and he talked for a long time.
"But Zhang Ailing is a pessimist in love. This is related to her experience and may not be suitable for everyone.”
After she finished speaking, Zhang Mu nodded and said,
"But her analysis of love is extremely profound. In that era, she dared to challenge the secular concept and devoted herself to love without hesitation. This spirit is indeed shocking."”
"Ah, actually, I think so too. After all, if I imagine many of her words, I will feel an indescribable melancholy in my heart..."
Time passed very quickly. They had barely chatted for a while when the waiter brought the dishes they had ordered.
Since the dishes were served, the two of them chatted while eating. The atmosphere was quite pleasant.
After the meal, Zhang Mu didn't rush to pay the bill. After all, Duan Qiong treated him to a meal to thank him for his help. If he insisted on treating, it would make Duan Qiong feel bad.
Because they had chatted for a long time at the dinner table, it was already eight o'clock in the evening when the two of them came out of the Red House Western Restaurant. The sky had also darkened.
Zhang Mu wanted to call a taxi to send Duan Qiong home, but Duan Qiong seemed to be having a good time chatting with Zhang Mu.
"Zhang Mu," Duan Qiong suddenly suggested,"
why don't we go to a movie theater?" I saw a new poster in front of the cinema. It should be a new movie.”
PS: I will make up for the 3 I owe in the near future ~ "Don't you know this restaurant?"
"
The Red House is very famous in Shanghai," Duan Qiong asked curiously."Many people who come to Shanghai for tourism and work learned to eat western food from the Red House."”
"I really don't know.”
"
I've only been in Shanghai for a year," Zhang Mu replied."I haven't been to many places yet. You know my situation in the past. Even if I came out to eat, I definitely wouldn't come to such a place."”
"That…Zhang Mu, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ask that..."
Duan Qiong suddenly thought of something and explained awkwardly.
She suddenly remembered that Zhang Mu's background seemed to be very ordinary, or even a little bad.
In fact, before she went to Red Flag Supermarket to ask Zhang Mu for help, when the department head specially called her over and clearly stated that she did not have to care about Zhang Mu's attendance outside of the exams, she had already developed a lot of curiosity about Zhang Mu.
As a homeroom teacher, it was too easy for her to understand a student's information. She could learn a lot from a few students.
She also knew a little about Zhang Mu's situation. For example, it was in the information that Zhang Mu's hometown was a small town in Zhongzhou.
Another example was what he learned from others. When Zhang Mu was in his first year of university, he never went out to dance or sing like some students. As long as he had time, he would go out to work part-time to earn money.
It seemed that Zhang Mu had earned his living expenses for the next half of the year, except for the month when he first came to school. Several students in the class could prove this.
At that time, Duan Qiong was very curious about how a student with a poor family background could invite a department leader to talk to him. Later, he saw some reports about Zhang Mu and understood what was going on.
After seeing Zhang Mu at Red Flag Supermarket, her impression of Zhang Mu had changed.
Duan Qiong didn't know how Zhang Mu had risen to prominence. Some reports about Zhang Mu were very vague.
However, she knew that Zhang Mu's family was not in a good situation in the past. After he started his business and made money, he was even busier. He might not even have eaten Western food before, let alone the Red House.
Therefore, his question was a little painful.
"It's nothing. I've just never been to a western restaurant before. If I haven't eaten pork before, how can I not have seen pigs run?”
"
I heard you say that this shop has a lot of history?" Zhang Mu waved his hand to show that he didn't mind. Is there any other story? You can tell me about it. Although I've been in Shanghai for a year, I don't know much about many places.”
It was true that he had never eaten western food in this life, but he had eaten it countless times in his previous life. He was already familiar with the etiquette of western food and did not think much of it.
It was just that in her previous life, she rarely came to Shanghai after graduation, so she didn't know much about this restaurant.
"Actually, I haven't eaten here in a long time. I used to like this restaurant.”
Seeing that Zhang Mu really didn't mind, Duan Qiong suddenly felt relieved. He thought about it and introduced,
"I first knew about this restaurant because of Zhang Ailing. I heard that Zhang Ailing loved to eat Western food in the Red House back then. The Peking opera artist, Mr. Mei Lanfang, also came here. He even suggested changing the name 'Red House.'"
Duan Qiong hadn't been here for a long time.
At this time, the craze to go abroad was still ongoing. Many people thought that everything in foreign countries was good. Eating western food once was also the dream of countless young girls.
However, the cost of a meal was at least 100 yuan. It was not something that the girls who had not yet worked could afford. Even after working, very few girls were willing to come and spend money.
Every time he spent money, he could show off for a long time and be envied by countless girls of his age.
Ever since the family's business had been getting worse and worse in the past two years, Duan Qiong rarely asked his family for money. Naturally, some high expenses could not be maintained.
In the past, Duan Qiong liked to come to the Red House for dinner. With her family background, she wouldn't show off just because she ate Western food. She only came here because she liked the decoration style and atmosphere. Of course, the dishes were also quite delicious.
In the afternoon, she would come over for a steak or vegetable salad, order a cup of coffee, and quietly read a magazine. She was a very artistic girl.
Zhang Mu realized this when Duan Qiong mentioned Zhang Ailing.
Zhang Mu didn't really like reading Zhang Ailing's books, or rather, he didn't like reading such romantic literature. However, in his previous life, he still had some understanding of these things in order to pick up girls.
After all, the two of them were not familiar with each other, and there was nothing to talk about between them. In order not to be awkward, Zhang Mu also agreed to talk about Zhang Ailing with the other party
. Do you like Zhang Ailing's books, or do you approve of her view of love?”
"That's right. I really like some of the words in her book.”
Duan Qiong nodded immediately.
"Love is blind. There's no question of whether it's worth it. When you love someone, if you can still think rationally, it can only mean that it's not love!”
"And…"
It seemed that he had found a good topic. Duan Qiong was obviously more open than before, and he talked for a long time.
"But Zhang Ailing is a pessimist in love. This is related to her experience and may not be suitable for everyone.”
After she finished speaking, Zhang Mu nodded and said,
"But her analysis of love is extremely profound. In that era, she dared to challenge the secular concept and devoted herself to love without hesitation. This spirit is indeed shocking."”
"Ah, actually, I think so too. After all, if I imagine many of her words, I will feel an indescribable melancholy in my heart..."
Time passed very quickly. They had barely chatted for a while when the waiter brought the dishes they had ordered.
Since the dishes were served, the two of them chatted while eating. The atmosphere was quite pleasant.
After the meal, Zhang Mu didn't rush to pay the bill. After all, Duan Qiong treated him to a meal to thank him for his help. If he insisted on treating, it would make Duan Qiong feel bad.
Because they had chatted for a long time at the dinner table, it was already eight o'clock in the evening when the two of them came out of the Red House Western Restaurant. The sky had also darkened.
Zhang Mu wanted to call a taxi to send Duan Qiong home, but Duan Qiong seemed to be having a good time chatting with Zhang Mu.
"Zhang Mu," Duan Qiong suddenly suggested,"
why don't we go to a movie theater?" I saw a new poster in front of the cinema. It should be a new movie.”
PS: I will make up for the 3 I owe in the near future ~
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