Shanhai Hot Pot Restaurant

In the afternoon, Mingqian spent an hour checking the procedures for opening a restaurant. He had to get a food business license first, and then he had to undergo training and an exam.

There is also a health certificate - just go to the epidemic prevention station for a physical examination.

Finally, the environmental assessment and pollutant discharge permit from the local environmental protection bureau.

Because there are many procedures for food business licenses, Ming Qian went to the epidemic prevention station for a physical examination after checking.

Prepare to get the food business license after preparing all the materials.

He saved the application report and other documents in a USB flash drive, and printed them all on the way home after the physical examination.

After returning home, he also found a decoration company on the Internet, negotiated a price, and asked the other party to redecorate the shop according to the standards of a hot pot restaurant.

As for the signboard, because Ming Qian couldn't think of a good name for the restaurant, he picked one at random and called it "Shanhai Hot Pot Restaurant".

The process in his mind is as follows:

The record of Nine-Tailed Fox comes from Shan Hai Jing - without Nine-Tailed Fox, there would be no soup stone - without soup stone, there would be no hot pot restaurant.

It can't be called Nine-Tailed Fox Hot Pot Restaurant, so let's call it Shan Hai Jing.

Anyway, the three characters Shan Hai Jing can be used by anyone, and it has not been registered as a food trademark.

For dinner, I still eat hot pot, but it is clear soup.

Before Ming Qian made it, he thought it was too crude to have only the bones, so he went downstairs and bought a chicken rack and two pairs of chicken wings.

Ming Qian almost cried bitterly after eating clear soup hot pot.

What he eats today is more delicious than what he has eaten in the past 20 years.

The God of Cooking is worthy of being the God of Cooking. The gods who can cook for the gods must have no one to match their craftsmanship. The stones they give away are so awesome.

Before going to bed, Mingqian brushed his teeth and was still thinking about it. He was in such a good mood when he was taking a shower. He used the shower as a microphone and sang a song in the bathroom. Before he finished singing, he heard Youjun coming in through the door. sound.

"It's ugly, shut up." Youjun criticized unceremoniously, "There is no rhythm at all."

Ming Qian's good mood was not affected by this, after all, he was able to ignore You Jun's words after being affected for a long time.

After taking a bath, Mingqian changed the sheets and quilt cover again, and turned on the incense machine very delicately, preparing for a good night's sleep, and went to visit the shop tomorrow morning, and the appointed decoration company will send someone to measure it tomorrow morning , and then come up with a design plan, and the construction will start only after the design plan is confirmed.

He didn't have much money in his hands.

This time to open the store, it is estimated that all the small savings will be invested. If he loses money again, he will admit that he has no life to make money.

However, life cannot be smooth sailing, and individuals have their own luck.

After graduating from the same school, some students got an offer from a big company while still in school, some students were unemployed after graduation, and some students, such as him, seemed to be doing well, but ended up losing three companies in a row.

Ming Qian put on the blindfold, which was a habit he developed in college.

As a result, as soon as Ming Qian lay down, he felt a bone-chilling chill.

It was so cold that his bones began to shiver.

He quickly sat up, turned on the bedside lamp, and the chill suddenly disappeared, his hands and feet were still warm, as if everything just now was his illusion.

Ming Qian wiped his face, and suddenly remembered what Youjun said yesterday——

"You'll never get a good night's sleep if you're not in the same bed."

This world is so ridiculous.

Mingqian lay down again in disbelief.

This time it was even colder. If the temperature just now was still above zero, this time it was directly below zero. He even felt that if he really slept until dawn, he would definitely be frozen into a popsicle.

But he didn't want to ask You Jun.

Asking for others is better than asking for yourself!

Nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you work hard!

Ming Qian got up shivering, and moved out from the bottom of the closet the electric blanket that he hadn't used since he went to college. After laying it down and plugging it in, he sat by the bed and waited for it to heat up. He made sure that the electric blanket was not broken. Ming Qian just lay down.

Sure enough, the biting cold just now was expelled by the electric blanket.

Ming Qian turned over proudly.

Technology defeats all monsters and monsters!

Ming Qian tightly wrapped himself in the winter quilt, and fell asleep happily.

Ming Qian had a dream, in the dream, he got off the boat with a group of people whose faces could not be seen clearly.

As soon as I stepped on it, I found that the "road" was unstable, my feet were still slippery, and I almost fell down.

He was worried that his tailbone would break, and his heart almost jumped out of fear.

Then he followed the group to build a "house", that is, to build a igloo with ice bricks so that it would not be blown by the cold wind.

As a result, the house had just been built, and as soon as Ming Qian walked in, he felt even colder.

He looked down and found that his two legs were frozen together, and he couldn't separate them no matter what, and the ten fingers of his hands were frozen into ten popsicles.

Mingqian was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were torn apart—is he going to confess here? !

Ming Qian suddenly opened his eyes, only then did he realize that he was dreaming just now, he quickly lifted the quilt and got out of bed and stood up.

The electric blanket was not turned off, and it was still functioning, and the palms of his hands were still warm, but when he was under the quilt just now, he almost froze to death.

Just want to cry without tears.

God is really forcing him to be gay.

Ming Qian sat by the bed, constantly comforting himself, as if he didn't know that God forced him to be gay.

Isn't it just sleeping with the same sex?It's not that he hasn't slept before. He used to go out with his classmates, and everyone pooled money together. The two of them slept on the same bed, and they didn't sleep with girls. What are you afraid of?

So Ming Qian acted like a thief, hugged his thin quilt, and carefully went to Youjun's room.

Youjun now lives in the second bedroom, which used to be Mingqian's room. There are wooden shelves on the wall, and on it are Mingqian's collection when his parents were still there, as well as trophies from elementary and junior high school competitions.

The second bedroom is not small either. After all, the house with a usable area of ​​more than 150 square meters has three bedrooms, and each room is very large.

And the second bedroom also has a cloakroom, but this cloakroom is used as a storage room.

Ming Qian himself also felt a little ashamed, and slowly opened the door lightly, only after seeing the figure lying on the bed, he was quietly relieved.

It seems that gods also have to sleep after they descend to earth, he only hopes that Youjun can sleep more deeply, the deeper the better, and it is best that he will not be shaken by thunder.

He didn't dare to turn on the light, so he groped his way to the bed with the little light coming in from the window, then sat down slowly, took off his shoes, and lay down slowly. He didn't dare to sleep in it, only dared to sleep on the edge of the bed.

As long as he turns over, he can fall to the ground.

Ming Qian heaved a sigh of relief for not waking Youjun up.

He made up his mind to get up before Youjun opened his eyes tomorrow morning, and then slipped back to his room.

Ming Qian thought for a while, then fell into a deep sleep.

Now it was neither cold nor hot, he covered himself with a thin quilt, and let himself fly in his sleep.

There was a regular breathing sound in the room, and Youjun slowly opened his eyes.

He didn't need to hide it here, the moment his silver eyes opened, their brilliance seemed to fade away.

He turned his head slightly, and looked at Ming Qian who had rolled over to his side, Ming Qian squeezed beside You Jun, fell asleep on his side, his face was facing You Jun's profile, You Jun could see in the dark.

Ming Qian's breath spilled over his ears, making You Jun feel itchy.

But he didn't move away, but calmly looked at Mingqian's sleeping face.

A night without dreams.

When Mingqian woke up, the sun was shining on his face. In summer, Mingqian didn’t turn on the air conditioner, so he always slept with the window open. Of course, he couldn’t draw the curtains. It's so cool that he doesn't use an alarm clock in the morning, always being woken up by the sun.

According to the usual practice, Ming Qian did not open his eyes when he woke up, but closed his eyes and hugged the quilt and rolled around on the bed twice.

This is a habit he developed when he was a child. No one corrected it, and he didn't change it when he grew up.

He had just rolled halfway when he found himself blocked by something soft.

The thing was still emitting heat.

Ming Qian opened his eyes and almost jumped up in fright.

He rolled into Youjun's arms.

Ming Qian didn't even look at Youjun's face, and got up from the bed with hands and feet. He remembered what he had said before, and thought of sneaking into Youjun's room in the middle of the night to share the bed with him, so he wished to find a crack in the ground to get in. .

"Today, today's weather is so nice..." Ming Qian lowered his head, biting the bullet and finding nothing to say, "I, I'm going to steam the buns."

Then he ran out like a headless chicken, without looking up at Youjun the whole time.

Although he knew it was impolite, he really didn't have the courage to look up, especially since he could imagine what expression You Jun would have.

It must be the same as in the novel, with two points of contempt in the eyes, seven points of ridicule, and one point of indifference.

Last night and this morning, Mingqian has lost all his face for a year.

Ming Qian ran to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth. His face was a little hot. He was just ashamed. He managed to cool down physically with cold water. When he looked up, he found You Jun standing behind him.

There are no outsiders, Youjun is wearing a white lining, which is an ancient undergarment, but it is wider and looks more chic. The neckline is not tied, and it is just opened openly, revealing half of his chest.

Ming Qian: "...I have to go to the shop to see."

You Jun: "Last night you entered the deity's room."

Mingqian: "..."

Embarrassment, there is no second feeling besides embarrassment.

You Jun obviously didn't know what it means to keep people on the line, so he was very rude and killed them all: "I rolled into the arms of this deity this morning."

Ming Qian: "...I didn't do it on purpose."

Youjun snorted coldly: "I didn't say anything, but you actually picked up Joe."

Ming Qian knew that he was wrong, and his voice became smaller and smaller: "I'm embarrassed, I'm sorry, it's not Na Qiao."

"That's all." You Jun said with a magnanimous face, "This deity and you are a fiancée couple, although there are some differences in etiquette, for the sake of you being a mortal, this deity does not care about you."

Ming Qian could only pinch his nose and admit it.

He even felt that it sounded much better for a fiancée to sleep together than to sleep under the bed of a man in the middle of the night.

The easiest way to solve the embarrassment is to see what is out of sight. Ming Qian hurriedly washed his face and brushed his teeth, then changed into a suit of clothes, and said to You Jun while putting on his shoes: "I'll go to the shop to have a look. There are steamed buns in the kitchen, and there is a bag of soybean milk powder on the kitchen table, you can drink it with hot water, I will go out first."

It was only seven o'clock in the morning, and he had to go out for a drink.

despair.

Ming Qian tapped his toes on the ground, then quickly opened the door and went out, he was relieved only after the door was closed.

He finally understands why his classmates always say that they should try to live together for a while before getting married. If they live together, any problems can arise. It will be miserable if they find out after they get married. After all, it is harder to find a second marriage than a first one.

After going out, Ming Qian bought a cup of red bean porridge and a piece of beef patty at the breakfast shop outside the community. After eating on the small table in front of the shop, he swept his bicycle and rode to the shop.

The breakfast outside is really expensive. A cup of red bean porridge costs two yuan. Last year it was only one yuan and five, and this year it has increased by fifty cents.

A beef patty costs five yuan.

The poor can no longer even afford breakfast.

If I had known earlier, he wouldn't want beef patties. One vegetable bun was only RMB [-], and two were only RMB [-].

Riding on the bicycle, Ming Qian regretted it very much.

Beef patties, too extravagant!He is not worthy!