Let me tell you a story. I am the son of an authentic Beijing hutonger. I have lived in the hutongs since I was a child. I worked in Dongzhimen 12 years ago. I live in Xidan. I pass by Yao every time I ride a bike. Remember the fried liver. In the morning, I would have a bowl of fried liver buns, and in the evening, I would come back and serve it braised. Don’t mention the taste at that time. It is as delicious as it is delicious. Every time I pass by, I can’t help but go in and have a bowl of braised pork. At that time, The shop still has two curtains, the one on the left of Huanzhuang Hou, and the one on the right is also the front door of his shop. But then I resigned from work and stopped there, and I haven’t eaten there for a long time. Just one day in 2010, I went with a guy from other places. The friends who came here went to Di’anmen to go shopping, and then went to Yaoji Fried Liver. At this time, Yaoji was already a famous store that was popular all over Beijing, and even all over China. The reports on TV were also amazing. I had seen it before, and I think you guys How did people discover Yao Ji? Such an awesome old Beijing culture and food restaurant will be passed down for life. I also boasted to my buddy that their fried liver buns are particularly awesome. Now that it is on TV, it is even more popular. My buddy said I was so happy to try some of your old Beijing's awesome braised pork, thinking that I could eat to my heart's content today. But as soon as I walked to the door, I found that there was no room for so many people. I even looked at two buddies. Eyes, I want to take a look at this posture. Today I will let you see what old Beijing culture is. In the past, the broken braised pork downstairs in our unit was simply not for human consumption. Today I will let you eat the real Beijing braised pork. . After waiting for half an hour, we finally found a place. My buddy and I sat down, and I said I would treat you to a meal today and give you a bowl of awesome braised pork. After a while, the braised pork was served, and I said, buddy, eat it. If you don't have enough, have another bowl, that's enough! Looking at the stew, my mouth watered. I picked up the bowl and drank the soup first, because the essence of the stew is in the soup. Whether the stew is good or not depends entirely on the heat of the soup. I drank so much that I almost threw up. Why is this the Yao Ji I had back then? What's wrong with this taste? It doesn't taste like old Beijing at all. It's not inferior to the stewed soup downstairs in my unit. This soup doesn't taste right at all. I think we should have some more soybean curd, chive flowers and minced garlic. I looked at it. The guy across from me actually ate very delicious food. I thought he was not from Beijing and didn’t understand. So I got up and went to the cook. I said they had soybean curd with chives and flowers, but it didn’t taste right. I ended up making braised pork from other places. Tell me, no, if you are salty, I will give you some salt, and I will fuck you. Do you understand? This is not a question of whether your mother is salty or not. It is the taste of her mother's old Beijing. This taste is wrong. , I basically didn’t eat, my brother ate very cleanly, and then I asked what do you think, and he said, you can tell if you haven’t eaten, this family is not good, if I wasn’t afraid of waste and not giving you face, I wouldn’t fucking Don't eat it. The taste is not as good as the one at our workplace. Immediately, I couldn't help but feel embarrassed. From then on, I never went to Yaoji again. The Drum Tower Turning Point and the awesome braised and fried liver buns were no longer there.