Hong Kong Island King Fried

Chapter 19 Glutinous rice, eat well and go on the road

House, house again!
Looking at the steel Rubik's Cube in front of him, Lin Jiajun suddenly felt a sense of absurdity: There seemed to be only two types of people on Hong Kong Island, one was a Mercedes-Benz and lived in villas; the other was a minibus and lived in a house.

The gap between the rich and ordinary people is greater than that between people and dogs.

"Ah Xing, the master you said lives in this kind of place?"

Most of the wealthy people in Hong Kong Island are superstitious these days. If you have real skills, you can make a lot of money by just doing fortune-telling and looking at Feng Shui.

How could he be down and out to live in a house?
"It's really a master, it's a long story."

Zhou Xingxing recalled the past years, his eyes became deep, and he said deeply; "Before I became a policeman, I used to study in the Hong Kong TVB artist training class."

Lin Jiajun: "..."

"I am a very low-key person. Do I always tell others that Liang Zihua, Dian Yanwei, Stephen Zhou, and Golf Guan are all my classmates?"

Lin Jiajun: "..."

"I was poor at that time, I was young and growing up, so we often came here to eat You Ge's fried rice with glutinous rice. Wow, it was really nutritious and delicious. Many actresses grew up because of eating You Ge's fried rice. She looks so good, she looks white and tender, her thighs are long..."

"and many more!"

Lin Jiajun felt that he had to speak up, stopped Zhou Xingxing's self-release and memory, and asked in surprise: "You mean, the master you brought me to find is a fried rice guy?"

"Fried rice guy is just his superficial identity, his real profession is actually a disciple of Maoshan!" Zhou Xingxing said seriously.

"I think I'd better go."

"Brother Jun, trust me once! Really, in the past, many actresses found him as a marriage partner, and they were very good. He was also the one who told me that I was destined to become a policeman. That's why there is only one less king in the entertainment industry. There is one more genius in the world!" Zhou Xingxing said with emotion.

Lin Jiajun didn't know what to say.

Forget it, it's all here, let him talk about it.

"That's right, I've come here, no matter what, I have to eat a bowl of fried rice before leaving. Brother Jun, you don't know, his fried rice is really amazing." Zhou Xingxing said.

Lin Jiajun began to suspect that Zhou Xingxing brought him because he wanted to eat fried rice for nothing?
The two walked downstairs, and there was indeed a food stall not far from the corner. Zhou Xingxing waved and shouted loudly, "Brother You! Brother You!"

The owner of the food stall is a middle-aged man with glasses at the bottom of a thick wine bottle. He wears a dirty pajamas that look like a pony's coat.
Stepping on flip flops and frying rice,
"Huh? Ah Xing! Why do you think of coming to see me today?"

The boss looked up,

A familiar face,
Lin Jiajun suddenly believed Zhou Xingxing's nonsense, because this face often appeared in old-fashioned zombie movies.

"Brother You, let me introduce you. This is police officer Junlin from the Lin family. Brother Jun, this is the expert I told you about, the authentic Taoist successor of Maoshan who is nicknamed the King of Fried Rice, Brother You!" Zhou Xingxing stepped forward. introduce.

"A Xing, if you introduce me like this, it will be easy for others to see me as a liar. Then, you sit down first, and wait for me to finish frying these rice."

Brother You flipped the wok skillfully, and finally grabbed the green onion and sprinkled it in the fried rice. He quickly divided the big pot of fried rice into five plates, and took three plates with one hand to the next table.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he said with a smile: "Eat slowly, don't rush, you can go on the road when you are full."

There was no one at the table.

Then he turned around and brought the remaining two plates of rice to Lin Jiajun's table.

Zhou Xingxing picked up the spoon and took a big mouthful, with a look of enjoyment on his face, "Brother Jun, eat it while it's hot, it's really delicious!"

Lin Jiajun stared at the empty table next door for a while,
The three plates of fried rice on the table remained motionless, but the heat condensed into a straight line and floated upwards.

Like incense candles dedicated to the dead.

Looking at the fried rice in front of me again, I can't put my mouth down.

And Brother You was sitting opposite, scratching his feet with his fried rice hands.

After hesitating for a moment, out of politeness, he still took a bite.

Eyes lit up, it's really delicious!
"Well, I didn't lie to you, Brother You's fried rice is simply the best in Hong Kong Island!" Zhou Xingxing said triumphantly with his mouth full of rice grains.

"The fried rice is fried to the sky, so what? It's not fried rice."

Brother You flicked his cigarette ash while picking his feet, and said in a desolate tone: "What time is it now? Young people go to McDonald's, eat hamburgers, drink Coke, where do people eat fried rice?"

"You can fry glutinous rice so delicious, brother friend, what else do you want?" Zhou Xingxing said.

Brother You grabbed a handful of glutinous rice from his pocket like a magic trick and sprinkled it on the table.

"What do I want? Times have changed, and I can't do whatever I want. My parents have always carried glutinous rice with them for generations, and they are closer than my wife. Now, I also carry glutinous rice with me, but only If it can be used for fried rice, the Food and Hygiene Department will come to inspect it and say it’s unhygienic! Pick it! They know nothing!”

"Bring glutinous rice with you?" Zhou Xingxing raised his face from the plate, "Why, are you going to cure zombies?"

Brother You smiled noncommittally: "Hehe, in the past Taoist priests, everyone had a familiar rice shop, and it was cheaper to buy. The relationship between Taoist priests and rice shops has been passed down from generation to generation. In my generation, I choose, and cremation has become popular? Poor people are cremated, rich people choose geomantic sites, where are zombies? Without zombies, I have to switch to fried glutinous rice."

After finishing speaking, he tapped Lin Jiajun in the air with two fingers holding the cigarette butt: "Little boy, I see that your seal is black, and you may get into trouble recently. Grab a handful of glutinous rice and put it on your body to avoid evil."

"Brother You, how do you know it's me?" Lin Jiajun asked.

"Of course it's you."

Brother You ordered Zhou Xingxing who had finished eating a plate of rice and was pulling Lin Jiajun’s plate towards him.
"This bad guy, he thinks of me except when he needs help. Why would he come to visit me so kindly? Something must have happened. But look at him, the food tastes better than pigs, which shows that he is open and peaceful. , it must be you."

After finishing speaking, he tapped Zhou Xingxing on the head: "Remember to pay, 20 yuan each!"

Hearing that it wasn't for free whoring, Zhou Xingxing suddenly felt that the glutinous rice fried rice was not as delicious as before.
"Brother You, I was recently transferred to the traffic team. I'm very poor."

"My fried rice is free only for the dead, why don't you show me now?"

"Brother You, don't worry, money is not a problem."

Lin Jiajun is now a person with funds, and he speaks with confidence: "This time, I really want to ask you for help, and take care of a head-down master!"

"Headmaster, it's just a bunch of shady mice, what a joke."

Brother You flicked the cigarette ash calmly: "However, if the relationship is good, the relationship is good, and the money is still collected. It can be [-] yuan, maybe [-] yuan. Relatives and friends will not pay on credit."

(End of this chapter)