San Fu

This newly opened stew pot seems to be in good business, and the door is full of cars.

"It's a good thing you didn't come here by car," Duan Feifan said, "or else you would have to turn around and drive back to the market when you got here, stop the car and come back."

"Just ask the waiter to find me a place to stop." Jiang Kuo said.

"Stew pot restaurant!" Duan Feifei said, "You see, the waiters ignore you."

Jiang Kuo clicked his tongue.

"How many?" The waiter at the door greeted him.

"You two," Duan Feifei looked at the environment in the store. After all, the new store is still very beautiful, but there are so many people that it seems to be full, "Are there still boxes?"

The waiter glanced at the two of them: "The box is full, so you have to book in advance."

"Where is the position on the side?" Duan Feifei asked again.

"There are no small tables now," said the waiter, "do you mind sharing tables?"

"Never mind." Duan Feifei said.

He didn't really mind, but Jiang Kuo definitely did.

"Then we have to wait a while," the waiter held the walkie-talkie, "Is there a small table on the second floor, two people."

"It will take about another 15 minutes. There is a small table for four." The upstairs replied.

Duan Feifei looked at Jiang Kuo: "Can you wait?"

"Wait," Jiang Kuo sniffed, "It seems to smell delicious."

"Our stew pot is absolutely delicious," the waiter immediately introduced, "If you go to our old restaurant, you have to wait for an hour to wait for your meal. It's normal."

"Then I definitely won't go." Jiang Kuo said.

The server was stunned, and pointed to the chair next to him: "Sit down, tea, drinks and snacks are free here."

"Thank you." Jiang Kuo sat down.

"Would you like something to drink?" Duan Feifei asked, "There are small cakes."

"No more," Jiang Kuo said, "wait for the meal, you will be full after eating and drinking here."

"Yeah." Duan Feifei smiled, "How do you know?"

"What?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.

"Liu Fatty and Dong Kun," Duan Feifei sat next to him, "One time when we went to eat, we had to wait for a table, so we ate and drank while waiting, and we were full."

"And then?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Then they went back to school." Duan Feifei said.

"Damn," Jiang Kuo laughed, "I found a solution for when I have nothing to eat."

"Why do you want this plan, and you don't need it." Duan Feifei said.

"No one can use it!" Jiang Kuo said.

"Maybe then," Duan Feifei smiled, "If there is, the meal is missing. Last year, Niu Sandao came to a person, a big sister, and asked if he could give me something to eat."

"Have you given it?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"I cut some beef for her, and it happened that I didn't finish the lunch at noon, so I served another bowl of rice," Duan Feifan said, "After she finished eating, she cleaned up the piece of beef at the back of the three knives, and then helped I left after turning on the stove."

"Hey, I know that too," Jiang Kuo sighed, "My aunt Liu said that there was a grandmother who went to the noodle restaurant at the entrance of our community every day. The boss gave her a bowl of noodles. Just help clear the table, and then go home... Why are we talking about this suddenly?"

"I don't know," Duan Feifei thought for a while, "Because of Fatty Liu and Dong Kun."

"It's Dong Kun again," Jiang Kuo said, "There is Dong Kun everywhere."

"I'm going to make an appointment with him when school starts," Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo laughed: "Dong Kun changed his surname to Dou overnight."

"I'll drink some of that jujube soup," Duan Feifei smiled and stood up, "I'm really hungry."

Jiang Kuo looked over there. There was a hot pot on the induction cooker. Inside was a pot of red date soup. It smelled delicious, but people waiting for the table could open the lid and scoop a cup. From the perspective of hygiene, Jiang Kuo felt that he couldn't drink, although he could eat all kinds of handmade snacks that Duan Feifei bought for him.

"Duan Feifan!" A roar suddenly came from the other end of the hotel lobby.

The voice was full of air, with the power to tear the air and all the noisy human voices, and it hit Jiang Kuo's ears.

Shocked, he turned his head to look at the source of the sound along with the twenty or thirty tables eating there.

"Duan Feifan!" At the far end, a tall guy was waving his hands frantically, "Duan Feifan! Why are you here!"

Then everyone at that table stood up and shouted to this side: "Duan Feifan! Come here!"

Jiang Kuo turned back together with twenty or thirty tables and looked at Duan Feifan.

Duan Feifei took a cup of red date soup and drank it unhurriedly, and waved his hand slowly towards the side.

"Come here!" The tall man pulled out the chair and walked this way while rolling up his sleeves.

The size of the hall is not large, and the tables are packed tightly. When it is full of people, there is basically no big gap between the two tables. The tall ones are struggling and shouting while squeezing between the backs of the chairs. up.

"My high school classmate." Duan Feifei drank the jujube soup in the cup, threw the paper cup into the trash can next to him, and whispered in his ear, "I might have to go and have a chat."

"Call his friends over together!" someone shouted in the distance.

"Friend!" The tall man pointed at Jiang Kuo, "Come on!"

The moment Jiang Kuo was pointed at by him, his scalp felt a little numb, and he began to wonder if Duan Feifan's social attributes were group.

"I don't need to go." Jiang Kuo said.

"You wait for me here." Duan Feifei said, "I didn't meet at the party a few years ago, if I don't go now, I won't let me go."

"En." Jiang Kuo responded.

"Your friend? Classmate?" The tall man had already come over, and he pointed at Jiang Kuo, "I'm Duan Feifei's high school classmate, and we've been sitting at each other for three years!"

"Ah." Jiang Kuo twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Let's go," Duan Feifei stopped the tall man, "go over."

"Together? What table are you waiting for?" The tall man said, "We can eat together."

"A fart together." Duan Feifei replied decisively.

"It's been a while since we've seen each other!" The tall man was dragged back by Duan Feifan, and he still didn't forget to turn his head and shout at Jiang Kuo, "My name is Li Shu! What's your last name..."

Jiang Kuo looked at him and didn't answer.

Duan Feifei twisted Li Shu's head back: "How much did you drink? What kind of wind?"

"I haven't started drinking yet!" Li Shu said, "Call him together, it's inappropriate to leave him there."

"Don't worry about it," Duan Feifei said, "Let's chat for a while and let's go to the second floor to eat, and we will meet again some other day."

After watching Duan Feifan and Li Shu arrive at the table over there, Jiang Kuo breathed a sigh of relief.

Leaned back in the chair.

Duan Feifei's classmates have a completely different aura from those of his former classmates. He has never experienced this kind of "calling friends and calling friends".

Of course, in terms of his non-existent popularity, such a scene would not happen.

The people at the table over there made another noise because of Duan Feifan's arrival, everyone shouted and laughed.

Jiang Kuo didn't feel embarrassed to keep staring there, but only scanned from the corner of his eye.

Duan Feifei had already been pushed to sit down, and someone was pouring wine.

From the very beginning, Jiang Kuo could feel that Duan Feifei was a very popular character, cheerful and righteous, and could get along with everyone easily. He could ask anyone for help just by saying a word, and others would I want to find him.

Just like when he first arrived at school, even if he had been at odds with Duan Feifan, the first thing he would think of would be Duan Feifan.

But there was one thing he hadn't noticed until now.

Duan Feifei actually has no good friends.

Those in the model group are considered very strong friends, the kind who can draw a sword, but they are not good friends.

Jiang Kuo has no good friends, and he doesn't know what it's like to get along with good friends. Because of this, he can taste the feeling of not being a good friend.

Thinking about it this way, Duan Feifan is the same as him in this respect.

It's also a bit miraculous that Duan Feifan actually has the same side as someone like him who doesn't want to make friends at all.

Duan Feifan's classmate probably hasn't seen him for a long time. When the waiter came to tell Jiang Kuo that there was a table, he was still surrounded by a group of people talking.

Jiang Kuo followed the waiter up to the second floor, and the vacated small table was in a good position, in the corner of the second floor.

After he sat down, he sent a message to Duan Feifei, telling him the table number.

The waiter came over with the menu, then stood by the table and looked at him.

"I'll order when my friend comes over later." Jiang Kuo had never eaten a stew pot, so he didn't know which one was delicious.

The waiter turned and left. Jiang Kuo flipped through the menu, feeling that he wanted to eat every kind.

The more I turned, the more hungry I became.

"I really have to go," Duan Feifei stretched the arms on his shoulders and looked towards the waiting seat at the door. "My friend...fuck, I have to go."

He stood up, his sight was blocked by someone, he didn't see when Jiang Kuo was not there at all.

"Your friend should have waited for the table." Li Shu said.

"Well, it should be." Duan Feifei patted a few shoulders next to him, "Before fifteen."

"Before the fifteenth! I don't even drink a sip of wine today!" Several people shouted, "Waiting for you to say hello! Don't go to college and forget us!"

"That's impossible," Duan Feifei pointed at them as he walked towards the door, "Wait for my password."

"Okay!" a group of people shouted.

Duan Feifei took out his mobile phone, and there was a message from Jiang Kuo on it. He didn't bother to read it, and directly dialed Jiang Kuo's number.

Jiang Kuo was not in a good mood last night, and he couldn't tell if he had recovered today. Now he was taken away by someone and left him there for more than ten minutes...

"Finished talking?" Jiang Kuo answered the phone.

"Where are you?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Second floor," Jiang Kuo said, "Didn't I send you a message, table 39?"

"I didn't see it," Duan Feifei ran up to the second floor, "I thought you were gone."

"Where am I going?" Jiang Kuo asked, "I'm starving to death, can I still have the strength to go?"

Duan Feifei saw Jiang Kuo who was looking at the menu and talking on the phone in the corner, hung up the phone and ran over.

"Have you ordered?" Duan Feifei sat down opposite him.

"I want to eat, what should I do?" Jiang Kuo looked up at him.

It can be seen that Jiang Kuo is not angry, he seems to be in a good mood, he breathed a sigh of relief, and took the menu: "Eat the signature ones first, Duan Ling recommended a few for me, if you want to eat others, we can come again, you If you can’t wait, just pack a copy and go back to eat.”

"It's cold when I go back." Jiang Kuo said.

"It's fine to heat it up." Duan Feifei looked at him, "There is everything in the cannon's kitchen."

"Will you?" Jiang Kuo was very interested.

"...Hot food?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo nodded.

"This question is similar to asking me if I know how to install a washing machine." Duan Feifei said.

"It's just heating, right? No more processing," Jiang Kuo asked, "Then I will."

"It's just you." Duan Feifei raised his hand and called the waiter.

"But I don't know how to cook, so there must be food, right?" Jiang Kuo said.

"I'll cook." Duan Feifei raised his hand, "I'll cook two more side dishes for you."

"The waiter ignored you." Jiang Kuo said.

None of the waiters trotting behind him looked this way.

"I'm going to shout." Duan Feifei said.

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo quickly leaned back on the back of the chair.

Duan Feifei smiled, breathed out, and roared: "The waiter—"

"Here we come." A young waiter ran over.

"Calm down," Duan Feifei looked at him, "Order."

The dishes recommended by Duan Ling tasted pretty good, and Jiang Kuo had a great time eating them.

"You can rest at home in the afternoon," Duan Feifei said, "take a nap."

"Huh?" Jiang Kuo looked at him, "What do you mean?"

"In the afternoon, I'll help the boss next door to get some goods," Duan Feifei said, "I'm going to the wholesale market."

"Do you drive a truck?" Jiang Kuo's eyes lit up.

"Yes." Duan Feifei saw what he meant, and added, "It's quite far, almost out of the city."

"I'll go too." Jiang Kuo said.

"It's not fun, it's boring," Duan Feihua said, "It's just driving there, and then you have to wait, wait until the loading is done, and then pull it back, and it will be gone in one afternoon."

"Then I'll sleep all afternoon, won't I be gone?" Jiang Kuo said, "I'll go together, at least you can accompany me."

Duan Feifan is not very willing to let Jiang Kuo follow him to solicit goods. Although this is not Niu Sandao's job, it is still quite boring.

Originally, during such a holiday, the two of them should go out to play, go shopping, eat, watch movies or something else.

But in the past few days after Jiang Kuo came here, apart from Niu Sandao and the rental house, the farthest place he went was the bar, and he went with Da Pao.

Originally, he planned to go horseback riding when the market opened, but the first few days were the busiest. He wanted to make an appointment several times, but he couldn't confirm it.

I don't know when the only horseback riding has been booked, but I have to take Jiang Kuo to the wholesale market in a truck.

No matter how you think about it, it's quite depressing.

The only consolation is that what Jiang Kuo said was "you can be with me", not "I can be with you".

"Okay," Duan Feifei gritted his teeth, "Let you experience life in the market."

"Go." Jiang Kuo snapped his fingers.

"By the way, buy some fireworks," Duan Feifei finally found the highlight of the trip, "There is a big fireworks store over there, with many varieties."

"That's to buy fireworks and help people get goods." Jiang Kuo said.

The van was washed two days ago and it is a clean van now.

Jiang Kuo walked around the car: "It doesn't look like a second-hand car, it's quite new."

"Take it back and have it repainted, and the seat covers have been replaced." Duan Feifei opened the passenger door, "Come on."

Jiang Kuo got into the car and patted the seat: "Why didn't you get a skin?"

"Cover your butt." Duan Feifei walked around the front of the car and entered the cab, "How is it?"

"Spacious." Jiang Kuo fastened his seat belt, "The view is wide."

"It does have a much wider field of vision than your car." Duan Feifei started the car, "How about some music?"

"And music?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Who are you looking down on? Listen!" Duan Feifei clicked his tongue and turned on the music in the car.

This is done by the old uncle, and the music is also in the style of the old uncle.

When two butterflies sounded in the car, Duan Feifan couldn't help but said: "Or turn it off."

"Shut it down." Jiang Kuo said at the same time as him.

"Fuck," Duan Feifei turned off the music while enjoying himself, "I'm going to drive this car to take you next time, so I'll change the track in advance."

"Let's go." Jiang Kuo waved his hand.

The large car parking area of ​​the market was very crowded, Jiang Kuo kept staring at Duan Feifan, and glanced at the rearview mirror from time to time.

Duan Feifan's level of driving a truck is still very high, and two trucks squeezed out of the gap between the two rows of trucks and drove out of the market.

"It's awesome." Jiang Kuo said.

"That's it," Duan Feifei raised his eyebrows, "When I was a child, anyone who wanted to drive out to pick up goods would take me with him. If it wasn't for my feet not being able to reach the accelerator, I would have driven it in elementary school."

Jiang Kuo clicked his tongue.

Duan Feifei drives this car in a different state from his previous ones. Maybe he is more familiar with trucks. He is very relaxed when driving, and even a simple gesture of turning the direction is very handsome.

The car seat was not very comfortable, it was hard and a little bumpy, but when he stared at Fei Fei, Jiang Kuo didn't feel it too much.

After driving for about an hour, he found his buttocks and waist were a little sore after he was tired from watching.

"We should get a cushion," Jiang Kuo said, "My buttocks are numb."

"Original," Duan Feifei said, "Did you put it in after washing yesterday, why don't you lie down for a while?"

"No," Jiang Kuo glanced back, "Is it almost there?"

"Soon, half an hour." Duan Feifei said.

Half an hour was quite a long time. Jiang Kuo originally wanted to sleep for a while, but the angle of the seat back was not adjusted enough for him to lie down, and it was a little tilted, so he couldn't sleep, so the time seemed even longer.

When he saw the sign of the wholesale market, he suddenly felt less uncomfortable.

"Are you here?" Jiang Kuo sat up straight.

"Well," Duan Feifei turned a corner, and the gate of the wholesale market finally appeared, "The innermost part is the warehouse."

There is a row of warehouses, and various things are piled up in different warehouses.

Duan Feifei parked the car at the door of one of the warehouses, opened the door and got out of the car: "Are you waiting for me in the car?"

"Well," Jiang Kuo nodded, "don't worry about me."

Duan Feifei took Lao Luo's bill of lading. He doesn't come to this warehouse very often, but there are people he looks familiar with. Anyway, he comes here often, and there are always a few familiar people.

"Pick up the goods?" The familiar person probably saw him too, so he took the initiative to say hello.

"The ones from Lao Luo." Duan Feifei handed over the list.

"Why didn't he come by himself?" The man led Duan Feifei inside.

"I've been busy these days," Duan Feifei said, "I'm also on my way."

Jiang Kuo got out of the car and looked around.

Compared with Niusandao's market, this wholesale market is completely different, it is big and empty, there are no crowds of people, it is full of large and small trucks, whether it is vegetables, fruits or other things, they all exist in the form of bundles and boxes .

Jiang Kuo turned around curiously, and found that there was a cold storage next to it, and he could see someone putting boxes of meat on the car.

Some of Niusandao's beef is fresh, and some are frozen. The frozen part may come from here.

Jiang Kuo felt a little novel and a little dazed.

Although he wanted to work with Duan Feifan to set up an online shop for sauced beef, he never thought about the process of sauced beef before it became sauced beef.

The phone rang, and Jiang Kuo picked it up.

"Where did you go?" Duan Feifei asked.

"The cold storage," Jiang Kuo said, "Is it done?"

"No, just find the goods according to the list and wait for them to load the goods," Duan Feifei said, "I thought you got lost, what are you doing in the cold storage?"

"Look." Jiang Kuo said.

"I'm here." Duan Feifei finished and hung up the phone.

Jiang Kuo turned his head and saw Duan Feifan turning out from there.

"What's so interesting about the cold storage?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Is Niu Sandao's beef pulled over like this?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Not all, the frozen ones sell less," Duan Feifan said, "the fresh ones are more, and they are all from Boss Song's place. The ones he personally delivered are a little more expensive than ordinary ones."

"Is Boss Song the primary source?" Jiang Kuo asked.

Duan Feifei smiled, and put his arm around his shoulder: "You don't need to worry about these, I know it well."

Jiang Kuo glanced at him.

"If you want to worry about it," Duan Feifei wrung his fingers, "Operation, promotion, packaging, and taste, these are yours, and those who are looking for meat to negotiate prices are mine."

Jiang Kuo glanced at him: "Do you think I don't understand the production process of sauced beef?"

"Then you definitely don't understand me like someone who has been around for more than ten years." Duan Feifei said.

"I can understand slowly." Jiang Kuo raised his eyebrows.

"You don't need to understand these things." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo turned his head to look at him.