The Devil of the Walking Street

25.

Hu Bin drove his big-nosed BMW and brought the two of them to Luofeng Street, an old street with a history of hundreds of years. Walk slowly inside.

The location of eating shrimp is in a small alley on Luofeng Street. It is four o'clock in the afternoon. The alley is crowded with "small teahouses" and "small karaoke halls". , lifeless.

Going further in, it gradually became lively, and the shops on both sides of the alley also changed from the "tea house karaoke hall" with locked doors to a variety of "Xiaoliang steamed shrimp", "Xiao Li steamed shrimp", "Lao Wang steamed shrimp" ...

Hu Bin didn't care about his expensive leather shoes, he stepped directly on the stone steps covered with the sewage from washing crayfish, and found a "Xiaoliang Steamed Shrimp" with a big red signboard.

Except for Hu Bin, Swell and Lan Ming didn't eat spicy food. The proprietress brought a seasoning plate, confirmed it with the three of them again, and then left the table.

"The proprietress keeps looking at you." Hu Bin sat opposite Swell, and looked behind the two of them with some amusement.

"Foreigners after all." Lan Ming glanced back, and then said teasingly.

"Honestly speaking, it's the first time I've seen a foreigner who speaks Chinese so well." Hu Bin opened a bottle of beer and filled it with disposable plastic cups for Swell and himself. When it was Lan Ming's turn, he was rejected: "Thank you ,I do not need."

Hu Bin nodded: "Want a drink? Coke Sprite?"

Lan Ming knew in his heart that he was probably being treated like a child again, and he was used to it, so he didn't want to retort: ​​"Ginger Coke."

Swell glanced at him with a strange expression: "You like to drink that kind of thing too?"

Lan Ming squinted at the orange-yellow liquid in the opponent's cup: "Do you also like to drink this kind of thing?"

"It's a man who can drink beer." Swell snorted coldly, and with eager eyes, he signaled Hu Bin on the opposite side to unite with him as soon as possible, attacking this little devil who didn't know what to do or what to do.

Hu Bin felt that he was under a lot of pressure: "...you two... how long have you been in China?"

【You flew so far following the migratory birds returning from the south】

The speaker at the entrance of the store was playing "Love Song of the West Sea". Dao Lang's hoarse voice was intertwined with the sound of pinging, banging, spatula and spatula in the small restaurant, and people's high-spirited talk, causing serious spiritual pollution.

"It's been a few years." Lan Ming pulled the chopsticks, picked out the ginger and garlic from the seasoning plate one by one, pulled a piece of paper and put them on the table.

"I'm a little older than... my nephew," Swell thought for a while and said, "About ten years."

[Love is like a kite with a broken string, unable to hold back the promise you made]

Lan Ming clicked his tongue, frowned, pulled out the earphone cable from his pocket and plugged it in, and began to listen to the songs on his mobile phone.

Swell glanced at him strangely, ignored him, and continued to chat with Hu Bin: "Where's your wife?"

"Go shopping with her best friend." Hu Bin suffocated the remaining beer in one breath, and let out a sigh of relief.

"Is it okay to drive later?"

"It's true... If it wasn't for this opportunity to come out to take photos, I wouldn't have sneaked here to eat shrimp."

Swell was a little puzzled, and turned to think of the "teahouse and karaoke hall" at the entrance of the alley, and couldn't help but smile knowingly: "Wife won't let me?"

"It's not that I won't let it go..." Hu Bin's expression was a little depressed: "But she will be unhappy..."

Looks like a henpecked...

The Swell bachelor secretly rejoiced in his free life in his heart.

Two big men like each other, just like girlfriends who haven't seen each other for several years, they have endless topics, they chat from women to men, from marriage to single, from Weibo to WeChat, from entertainment to politics...

Until the bright red steamed shrimp was served, the two of them were still in full swing.

Lan Ming took off his earphones, and didn't try to join their conversation. He just put on disposable gloves and began to peel the lobster.

26.

When it comes to eating shrimp, it’s delicious, but it’s too troublesome.

Lan Ming peeled one and ate one, and the seasoning dish was always empty.

Swell is different. He is very patient and likes to peel a bowl at a time and put it together, and then eat one by one to enjoy himself.

The little devil looked at the bowl full of peeled lobsters piled up in front of the archbishop, and then looked at his own seasoning plate, feeling psychologically that he didn't eat as much as the archbishop.

Not fair.

Thinking of this, he used his chopsticks to take one from the Swell bowl without hesitation.

The man saw it and didn't stop him. Instead, he continued to chat with Hu Bin about a satellite that was launched into space not long ago, but he kept peeling the shrimp in his hand, and occasionally put a lobster or two on the side of the person beside him. in the dish.

Seeing this, the little devil was naturally happy that someone would help peel the lobster, so he simply bit off his gloves, took a pair of wooden chopsticks, and watched the movements of Swell's hands eagerly waiting for the other party to feed him.

Swell: "Hey...give me enough time..."

27.

The shrimp shells on the table have been piled up into a high mountain, and the three of them have exhausted their combat power. Hu Bin smashed his mouth indistinctly, and looked at Swell: "If I really want to say it, I feel that there are more foreigners recently. It was obviously rare to see it once in the past.”

Swell asked, "What?"

"That's where we are, S Community." Hu Bin summoned the proprietress to pay the bill: "A couple of foreigners came in like a father and daughter a few days ago, and they live next door to our house."

Lan Ming chewed the meaning of his words, suddenly felt a little hairy in his heart, so he put down his phone and listened attentively.

"At that time, I was still wondering, just the two of us lived in such a big villa, and I didn't see them hire a maid, wouldn't they panic?"

As he said so, he danced and drew a big circle in the air.

Probably drank too much.Swell rubbed his hands on his cheeks, which were also somewhat hot, and thought to himself.

"Later, I saw that little girl walking the dog once." Hu Bin widened his eyes, stretched out both hands, and put out a number seven in front of Swell and Lan Ming: "Seven huskies! Seven Only! Can you believe it! And they are all big, and the huskies that are said to have passed away don’t even wear condoms!”

Before Swell had time to correct his remarks about referring to the "collar" as some kind of incongruous item, the imp next to him suddenly pressed a switch like some kind of prank toy, and then suddenly flicked.

Hu Bin, who was so shocked that he couldn't speak clearly: "What are you doing?"

Everyone around looked at this area.

"... I have eaten ginger." Laming replied after a while, and then sat down slowly as if nothing had happened.

Hu Bin: Nonsense!You obviously weren't eating just now.

"And then?" Swell also thought of a werewolf who came to China: "Have you talked?"

Hu Bin nodded: "Talked, neither of them can speak Chinese. Fortunately, I have studied abroad for a while, and communication is not a problem. Her father seems to be in poor health (not acclimatized), and one always stays at home. The little girl We talked a few times, it's cute."

Both of them groaned in their hearts.

"I met her when I went out today. She seemed to be very interested in steamed shrimp. She also asked me how to say it in Chinese. I taught her there for a long time. I don't know if she has learned it haha...ha ...what's the matter with you?"

Lan Ming stood up again with a sullen face, quickly packed up the mobile phone and earphone cables on the table, and said to the stunned Hu Bin, "I'm sorry... my stomach hurts... I'll go back first."

"oh oh."

"What are you doing in such a hurry... How could it be such a coincidence..." Swell casually shook the beer bottle that had bottomed out, and when he looked up again, the other party had already walked out of the small restaurant: "...It's really worrying... "