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Wang's private chef.

Lin Shiming got out of the car, straightened his suit, and looked at the courtyard with gray walls and red tiles in front of him.

Lin Qinghe also got out of the car. She can be said to be dressed up today. Because of her pregnancy, her previous clothes didn't fit her well. For today's meal, she deliberately picked out a new set of clothes yesterday.

Thinking about the last time Mrs. Fu wore Chinese style clothes, she also chose this kind of clothes, but because her belly was too big, she chose a loose fit and wore it on her body. At first glance, it was really hard to tell that she was pregnant.

She also specially put a shawl on her body.

It took her a lot of effort to sell this dress. I heard that the clothes designed by this designer are very popular among the elite circles of the imperial capital.

It's just that she didn't notice that the slits of this skirt were too high, it would inevitably make her less dignified when worn, and instead had a dusty smell.

Lin Qinghe took a hard look at the yard and frowned.

"Father, how can you invite Mr. Fu to eat in such a place? It looks old and dilapidated, isn't it too shabby?"

"This is the place the old man ordered." Lin Shiming looked around, and saw a wooden sign in the direction of the door, which said, Wang's private chef.

"Why does this name sound so familiar?" Lin Shiming muttered.

"Father, what did you say?" Lin Qinghe stepped forward and asked.

"This should be the private chef of the Wang family that I've heard about. This is not a place that ordinary people can come to. This house was passed down from the ancestors of the Wang family. The ancestors of the Wang family used to be the royal chef." Lin Shiming quickly gave Lin Qinghe a popular science.

"So it's like this!" A smile appeared on Lin Qinghe's face, picked up the phone, adjusted the angle, and took a selfie.

Moreover, the signboard of Wang's Private Kitchen was specially photographed.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a middle-aged man looked at Lin Shiming and Lin Qinghe.

"You two are Mr. Fu's guests, right?"

"Yes, yes." Lin Shiming responded quickly.

"Please, both of you." The man made a gesture of invitation, and welcomed Lin Shiming and the two of them in.

This is a small courtyard with two entrances, the west side is the kitchen, and the east side has only one private room, which can only receive one table of guests at a time.

The guests who come here do not accept order, they eat whatever the chef prepares.

When positioning, you only need to tell the chef how many people there are and what flavor it is.

Looking at this small courtyard, Lin Qinghe didn't feel shabby at all, because the decorations inside were all precious mahogany. Even if she didn't understand it very well, she felt that there was nothing cheap here.

Especially the things placed on that wooden shelf all look like antiques.

"I heard that if you want to come here for dinner, you may not necessarily get a seat a year in advance. If it wasn't for Mr. Fu, I wouldn't be able to book a seat myself." Lin Shiming sat on a chair for rest.

Lin Qinghe also walked over and sat beside him.

Lin Shiming looked at the tea set in front of him, and a thought flashed in his mind, "Qing He, haven't you learned how to make tea? When Mr. Fu comes, show yourself well."

"Yeah." Lin Qinghe nodded confidently, "Father, just watch my performance later."

...

Jin'an drove the car directly to the inner courtyard of the Wang family.

As soon as the car stopped, Wang Changjin, who was over 60 years old, immediately stepped forward and opened the door for Fu Sinian himself.

"The old man is here, and it is full of splendor!"