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Sanqing Fengzhao, known as the world's number one barbecue restaurant, is hidden in a residential street in the old city.

The facade is not big, and the decoration is old and not very refreshing, but there are so many guests, it is obvious that the hard-mouthed cup is made by strength.

When Yang Zhen fumbled for the navigation, Quan Wei's car was parked at the gate of the store for [-] to [-] yuan.

Yang Zhen reported Quan Wei's surname, and was guided by the waiter to climb upstairs. The barbecue grill was placed in the aisle next to the stairs. Quan Wei sat at table 206.

The expression on his face was Quan-style indifference. On the high-backed chair facing him stood a little girl with braids, her back facing the stairs. Yang Zhen didn't know if Quan Wei's behavior would scare her.

The answer is obviously no.

Quan Wei raised his eyes and saw Yang Zhen, and immediately issued a eviction order: "Pang Shan, the person I'm waiting for is here, go back to the house and play with your mud."

The little girl named Fat Shan turned her head, her big eyes flickered for a moment, and then fell on the approaching Yang Zhen. The sense of crisis was relieved immediately when she saw that it was a man. Ran.

Yang Zhen sat down and smiled curiously: "Where is the little girl?"

Quan Wei gave Yang Zhen a menu: "The boss's."

Yang Zhenxin said that no wonder no one said when he parked the car at the door, it turned out that he knew the boss.

Sanqing's business is booming, and the nearby residents are dense. Every time Quan Wei came to the car, he stopped at the door. He didn't think there was anything wrong. He grabbed the pen and started to crawl on the paper without even looking at the menu. Forgot to explain: "There are a lot of non-spicy and sweet ones on the top, and there are stir-fried and casserole porridge on the back. Tell me what you want to eat."

When Yang Zhen came, he was still a little apprehensive, his voice was still not good, and Huang Jin took him to eat a skewer before, and the impression he left was that it was both spicy and salty. I came here with the original intention of sitting, who knew that there would be stir-fried and seafood porridge after I came.

He was stunned for a moment, on the one hand, he felt that this kind of inadvertent thoughtfulness was not a quality that Quan Wei would have, and on the other hand, he admitted that to really understand another person thoroughly, maybe a lifetime is not enough.

The day they met was full of accidents, misunderstandings and gunpowder, but now they can sit down and eat like friends in the name of celebration, and they don't know what it will be like in the future?

The future is always out of reach, but Yang Zhen likes the mood and feeling at this moment. The right friends, relatives and partners are like treasures buried in the ground. The deeper you dig, the more you will gain.

Quan Wei is such a person.

The treasurer wrote like a god, "shua shua" ordered grilled wings, chicken feet, chicken skin, beef ribs... 10 skewers of each.

Yang Zhen doesn't have much experience in making skewers, and he doesn't know the taste of this restaurant, so he simply copied his menu, halved the quantity, and added a casserole porridge with mushrooms and vegetables.

The meal was initiated by Yang Zhen, and he should be the host, but when the waiter came up to take the order, he found that there was no drink, and turned his face directly at Quan Wei.

Grilled skewers are delicious when paired with beer. Quan Wei can’t drink alcohol when driving here, and Yang Zhen has a broken voice, so he ordered 4 bottles of hot soy milk.

While waiting for the food, the two of them couldn't sit dryly, and chatted with each other, and Quan Wei said with the sentiment that everyone is responsible for eliminating loan sharks: "Can this order be completed?"

Yang Zhen said honestly: "I don't know, the buyer didn't say a few words, and we have to wait until the house inspection to find out."

Other intermediaries are overly enthusiastic, Yang Zhen is not only too honest, sometimes he is a bit sticky, service is the most important these days, and he wholeheartedly promotes customers to the status of uncle.

When Quan Wei went out to cook hot pot, he actually didn't like other people to cook or even serve him in a bowl, but some people not only liked it but also enjoyed it, so the service became more and more considerate and personal. If Yang Zhen is not enthusiastic enough, he is not qualified as a practitioner.

The more Quan Wei thought about it, the more he felt that it would be better for Yang Zhen to sell the house than to go back and sell vegetables. He could persuade Yang Zhen to learn more from his peers. Unfortunately, he himself is not a teacher, and he also does not like the alarmist talk of intermediaries. He has opinions but does not say them. I was upset, so I simply changed the subject: "Shouldn't you be resting tomorrow?"

Yang Zhen can take one day off a week during non-weekend hours. Today is Thursday, and he has been on duty for the first 4 days. Tomorrow will be his only rest time this week.

He wasn't going to rest at first, but Quan Wei wouldn't bring it up for no reason, Yang Zhen heard the words and gave an ambiguous answer: "Theoretically yes, what's wrong?"

"I'm going to the north on Saturday, and some friends over there like to drink a few sips of wine," Quan Wei has been waiting for Yang Zhen to take him to buy wine, but this person doesn't rest at night after he's busy during the day, so he didn't find a chance to mention it. It's rare to be leisurely today, Quan Wei cast a look at Yang Zhen as he spoke, "If you rest tomorrow, then... you know."

There seemed to be a slight, short-lived but harmless thunder and lightning in the air, and it hit Yang Zhen's heart. He was secretly startled by the constriction of his chest, and for no reason dared not meet Quan Wei's eyes again. Yang Zhen actually didn't want to drink water , but still took a sip of barley tea from the teacup, and forgot about work in a messy mind: "I understand, yes."

Quan Wei asked for benevolence, smiled like a sneaky fox, and watched Yang Zhen keep drinking from the cup, so he wanted to refill tea for others.

Table 206 serves internal dishes, and its efficiency cannot be compared with other tables. The person who serves the dishes is a skinny old man with slow movements and not particularly good eyesight.

Quan Wei was facing the stairs, and when he saw the trembling old fairy serving the food, he jumped up like a thorn under his buttocks, trying to pick up the iron tray in his hand.

The old man even laughed two beats slower than ordinary people. He was holding a hot casserole, but he didn't dare to give it to Lao Luo, the precious grandson. I got it."

There were guests beside him, Quan Wei stepped back and said in an irresponsible manner, "It's all right, good old You, don't throw the blame on others."

The old man said blindly and confidently with a Beijing accent: "That can't be done!"

This person looked like Quan Wei's senior. Yang Zhen couldn't sit still, so he moved the things on the table to the other side, and stood up at the same time.

The old man was still quarreling with Quan Wei, accusing Quan Wei of looking down on the old man, but when he walked to Yang Zhen's side, he suddenly turned his head and glanced at him.

They were a pair of old eyes that were different from ordinary people. The left side was normal, but the right side had no black eyeballs. The effect of sudden contact was a bit scary. Yang Zhen was startled when he was unprepared, but he didn't show it anyway. He stabilized his mind and immediately He smiled at the old man.

No one noticed that the old man's hands were trembling impeccably, he was warm to Quan Wei, but he only gave Yang Zhen a polite nod in return, then he turned back and asked Quan Wei: "Wei, what is this? "

Quan Wei just stared nervously at the pot in his hand, and said perfunctorily: "My friend, old man, can you serve the people wholeheartedly before you speak."

The old man looked down on him and scolded with a smile: "I can't break your porridge."

Quan Wei refused to be wronged and wronged: "Porridge is nothing, I'm afraid of burning you."

The old man was willing to put down the pot, wiped his hands with his apron, turned his head and said to Yang Zhen with a smile: "If you eat enough, the kitchen will give you more. No money."

With a few more glances and a smiling face, the white eyeballs are not so abrupt. Yang Zhen is a polite person, and smiled at the old man, "Thank you, old man, please slow down."

The old man let out an "ah", stared at him with one old eye and smiled for a long time before leaving.

Next to the stairs, there is a constant oily smoke all the year round, so that the back and front of the stairs are full of oil. Young people should pay attention to it, and it is even more inconvenient for the elderly. Quan Wei is not very relieved, so he waved his hand to let Yang Zhen move his chopsticks, and followed the old man To the stairs.

The old man didn't look back, but he knew that Quan Wei was behind him. He went down to the first floor, turned his head and stopped talking several times, and finally said lightly: "Don't follow, go entertain your friends."

Quan Wei didn't want to wait on the waiter anymore and said, "Okay, Er Ye, don't steal the young man's business, just rest."

The second master waved his hand, feeling that he was getting stronger and stronger, Quan Wei left the stairs after finishing speaking, but he just stood there and walked away.

What kind of natural science is advocated in the society nowadays, the old stereotypes are labeled as superstitions, and most young people don’t believe it anymore, but in their generation, Zhouyi Fengshui is a craft that needs to be learned from a master just like carpenters and masons. See if it is passed on or not.

Quan Wei's grandfather Luo Ruisheng joined Master Lu Ban's family, and he operated a fortune teller's compass.

The friend that Quan Wei attracted, the sky is slightly sunken, the seal hall is faintly green, and the whole body is not gathered. It looks like a short-lived figure who should have gone to the west long ago, but now...

Science and science, the second master absent-mindedly brainwashed himself, but it may be because he was old and his memory was not good. He turned around and forgot. He only remembered the weird and ominous aura of the young man.

The grilled skewers came to the table one after another, this time it was a young waiter with quick hands and feet. The two people at table 206 suddenly didn't know what the second master had in mind, and started to feast on it.

The ancients paid attention to eating without talking and sleeping without talking, and the etiquette at the table was one set after another. Yang Zhen is not good at these things that need to be used directly. He gnawed on a pair of chicken wings for a long time, and the chicken feet were full of leftover meat .

Not only can Quan Wei make songs out of screaming chickens, but he is also very good at eating chickens. The speed at which the bones pile up is not only amazing, but he also has the leisure to arrange the bones of chicken feet into specimens.

Yang Zhen chattered so much that it was unbearable to watch, Quan Wei called a stop in the middle of the game, and started a teaching course on eating chicken wings and chicken feet normally.He pinched the small bone in the chicken wing, and demonstrated it to Yang Zhen: "Pinch it well, turn it around, and pull it out to finish the job, and the other bone is the same."

Yang Zhen is a good student. While inheriting his bone-pulling technique, he feels that the current foodie is really admirable.

His hands were rubbed with oil, and Yang Zhen's belches smelled of honey. He excused going to the bathroom and went downstairs to pay the bill, but the proprietress sitting at the front desk told him that table 206 did not require money.

Yang Zhen has never eaten a free lunch, he asked inexplicably: "Why?"

The proprietress spoke with a dialect accent, but her smile was very simple: "The money for our children's schooling was originally donated by Xiao Quan's grandfather, so eating a meal is nothing."

It sounds like Grandpa Quan Wei is a very kind old man. Yang Zhen remembered Quan Wei's remarks about picking up trash and eating free food in Qin Ruxu's house that day, and blurted out without thinking: "Then elder sister, do you know Wang Li?"

The proprietress said in astonishment: "I know, we are from the same village, he and my daughter are classmates, what's the matter?"

Yang Zhen hesitated for a moment, the moral condemnation of inquiring about other people's privacy was finally lost to curiosity, he said: "A few days ago we met Wang Li on business, I think Quan Wei doesn't seem to get along well with him."

The proprietress: "They didn't get along when they were young. Xiao Quan always took aim at Wang Li. Oh, I don't really like Xiao Wang either."

Yang Zhen didn't like Wang Li very much. He asked curiously, "Why? Is it because he has a bad personality and is more aggressive?"

"No, he looks much better than our daughter and Xiaoquan," the landlady covered her mouth and smiled, "I don't know, I just think this kid is very scheming, and he is too good at pleasing adults. I like him very much. I can’t bear to watch him even when I’m sick, so the money is used to make up for these children. In fact, we don’t have the heart to want it, but every time we don’t know what to do, the big pot takes the money. Anyway, every time Xiaoquan targets All are kings..."

"what are you guys saying?"

Yang Zhen turned around and found that Quan Wei was standing behind him at some point, with a cold expression, and the aura all over his body was very similar to when they first met.