Inside the private room, Yang Zhengshan looked at the dishes being brought in and, stroking his beard, gave a slight nod.
Though he had yet to taste them, the aroma was still very tempting.
"Grandpa!"
Yang Qingwan looked at Yang Zhengshan, blinking her big eyes, her expression as if she were saying, I want to eat, I want to eat, I want to eat.
Beside her, Yang Chengye stared fixedly at the braised fish in front of him, his little nose twitching from time to time.
As for Wang Mingzhe, the kid was still fast asleep.
Yang Zhengshan did not speak, and the two little guys did not dare move their chopsticks. This was the rule.
"Eat!" Yang Zhengshan smiled, picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of stir-fried bean sprout, and put it in his mouth.
The taste was quite good!
This Fuyun Restaurant really did live up to its name. It deserved to be the number one restaurant in the prefectural city.
The only thing was that the prices were frighteningly high.
A plate of bean sprouts actually cost four qian of silver.
What they were eating was not bean sprouts. It was silver!
But then again, expensive things had their reasons for being expensive.
Bean sprouts were easy to grow, but bean sprouts in winter were not easy to grow.
There were no greenhouses here, only wealthy households could set up some warm rooms, and those warm rooms relied entirely on burning firewood and charcoal to maintain the temperature.
There was no need to even mention the cost of building a warm room. The cost of firewood and charcoal alone was not something ordinary commoners could afford.
If one calculated the expenses, then in truth, it was not incomprehensible that this plate of bean sprouts sold for