Xia Lang

The eyes are deep, three-dimensional and tough, showing great momentum, and the amber eyes are slightly narrowed when smiling, which is a completely different kind of affectionate young man.

At this time, Song Linju looked over, and his figure was clearly reflected in the eyes of the man, like the ubiquitous trees reflected in the mountain stream under the afterglow of the setting sun.

His eyes are all about him.

"What are you two muttering about? Let's go and cook." The carefree Sun Wenhao interrupted the strange atmosphere between them.

The impatient Sun Wenhao couldn't understand their whining, so he pulled Li Zhaozhuo away.

Li Zhaozhuo subconsciously circled Song Linju's wrist in front of him, and his hot hand was completely attached to the slightly cool wrist, leaving no gap.

Xie Xuyao ​​looked at the strange postures of the three of them and laughed, "Are you playing with the children holding hands and walking away in a row?"

"Platoon leader" Sun Wenhao looked back, and quickly let go of Brother Zhuo's arm.

The gesture of the three elders holding hands is really eye-catching.

After Sun Wenhao let go of his hand, Li Zhaozhuo also let go of Song Linju's wrist, like a flower blooming, slowly, different from the disgust that Sun Wenhao almost shook off, as if he was placing some precious collection.

As soon as Sun Wenhao arrived at the food stall, he found a place where the air-conditioning could be blown, checked a lot of things on the menu, and came here often after seeing it.

After ordering, he gave Song Linju the menu, and waved his hand very proudly, "Brother Song, order whatever you want, you can order whatever you want, we are not short of money."

He looks like the prodigal son of a landlord's family with a lot of money.

Song Linju glanced at the colorful menu, and passed it to Li Zhaozhuo next to him, "I can do anything."

There were two menus on the round table, one was passed on from Sun Wenhao to Song Linju, and the other was passed on from Xie Xuyao ​​to Zhou Yan. As a result, these two books were passed on to Li Zhaozhuo almost at the same time.

Li Zhaozhuo didn't hesitate, and naturally took the menu that Song Linju handed over, and said to Zhou Yan, "Ask Xie Si if you want to continue ordering."

Xie Xuyao ​​walked between Brother Zhuo and Zhou Yan, smiled and reached out to take the menu hanging in the air.

"Of course, our Eldest Young Master Sun said that he is not short of money, so of course I can't save him."

Zhou Yan was kind and let go.

Sun Wenhao curled his lips, "I asked Brother Song to order casually, but I didn't call you."

Of course, he wasn't short of the money, but he just couldn't get used to Xie Xuyao's shy look.

"Your brother Xie must arrange what your brother Song has." Xie Xuyao ​​was like grading a paper, with overwhelming ticks on the menu.

Seeing his arrogant appearance, Sun Wenhao was angry, so he wanted to grab the pen in his hand, but he glanced at the menu casually, and found that most of the dishes he added were his favorite dishes, and his body froze when he was ready to go.

Hmph, this Xie Gou is quite sensible, knowing how to please him, the payer.

Xie Xuyao ​​glanced at the person approaching, "What are you doing so close? You're not going to grab my pen, are you?"

"……"It really is.

Sun Wenhao's stunned expression immediately turned into indignation, "Look at what you're talking about, I've already asked you to fuck it, but you still think of me that way, am I that kind of person?"

You are.

Seeing Xie Xuyao ​​smiling, as if he was about to say something, Sun Wenhao blocked his mouth first, "Hurry up, hurry up, chatter, I'm starving to death."

Xie Xuyao ​​stopped ordering, and shook the menu in his hand, "Boss..."

"Hey... here we come." The chubby boss wiped the water from his hands on the apron and took the menu in his hand, and Li Zhaozhuo also gave him the menu.

The boss looked at the two menus that were full of ticks, and his eyes, which were not very big, were narrowed until there was only a slit left.

Sun Wenhao looked at the smiling boss, "Old rules?"

The boss nodded again and again, "Yes, the old rules, the old rules, the drinks are free, I'll get you two dozen beers first?"

After ordering so much, a few dozen beers are nothing.

Sun Wenhao emphasized, "It's ice."

"Okay, wait a moment."

Drinks and some cold dishes were served first.

Li Zhaozhuo unpacked one of the bundles of beer piled under his feet, put a few bottles on the table, and kept a bottle for himself.

The canned beer is covered with water droplets, and you can feel the refreshing coolness at a glance. In this sultry weather, people look at their throats with thirst and salivate.

While Xie Xuyao ​​and the others were all grabbing a bottle, Li Zhaozhuo stuffed the delicate pink strawberry shaved ice into the hand of Song Linju who was just about to reach for the wine.

Song Linju was taken aback by the cool touch of his palm, and turned his head to look at Li Zhaozhuo.

Drunk

The bright black eyes made Li Zhaozhuo speechless for a while, looking at the sweetened shaved ice for a long time before he could say, "This is better than beer."

Zhou Yan, who was sitting next to him, glanced at him between sips of beer.

Those who didn't know thought he was coaxing children.But Ah Zhuo has never been serious about those little kids, who was he so soft-spoken before?

A beer can obscured the playful grin on his lips.

Li Zhaozhuo didn't know why he ordered a glass of strawberry shaved ice, maybe he subconsciously felt that holding a glass of shaved ice in his hand would be more reasonable than holding a glass of beer.

Song Linju knew that he was not a good drinker. He went to get beer not because he wanted to drink it, but because everyone else got it.

With the shaved ice in his hand, he suddenly thought of the strawberry ice cream that was so hot that it made people upset.

Very sweet.

Song Linju looked at the sweet shaved ice in his hand, put it next to the bowl, and thanked him in a low voice.

The sun was shining outside, and before it was busy, only a few people entered the store one after another. After all, it was only early five o'clock. For some people, they didn't even arrive at meal time, and this store is famous for supper shop.

The dishes were served quickly, and the round table was full of hot pots and skewers.

Sun Wenhao buried his head in peeling the crayfish with gloves on. He was a little thirsty while eating. He took two sips of beer, the cold and slightly astringent liquid washed away the spicy feeling, the gas surged up, and he let out a loud belch.

Cool!

Just as Sun Wenhao picked up the chopsticks, he looked at the two pots of soup, one white and one red, and said strangely, "Huh? Why is the bottom of this pot a mandarin duck pot? I remember I ordered a spicy single pot, boss..."

Just when Sun Wenhao was about to call the boss loudly, Li Zhaozhuo put down his chopsticks and said neither salty nor bland, "I ordered it, and I want to eat something light recently."

Brother Zhuo is addicted to spicy food, it is a joke to want to eat light food, could it be...

Sun Wenhao's eyes widened, "Brother Zhuo, do you have hemorrhoids?"

The volume of the voice rose involuntarily due to surprise.The surrounding tables looked at them with obvious teasing.

Li Zhaozhuo's forehead twitched: "...?"

"I didn't get it, can you say it again?"

Sun Wenhao glanced at Brother Zhuo's hardened fist, and said with a sneer, "Haha...it's okay, I mean, the clear soup is very good, you should eat something light on a hot day, it's not easy to get angry."

"Really?" Li Zhaozhuo poured a large plate of mutton rolls in front of Sun Wenhao into the clear soup, and took away the sauce he had prepared.

"Hey don't..." Sun Wenhao didn't have time to stop it.

Li Zhaozhuo threatened, "Remember to eat more later."

"..." Blame him for being mean, a bird can fade out of his mouth after eating clear soup all the time.

Sun Wenhao hurriedly continued to gnaw on the crayfish.

Song Linju loves spicy food, but he can't tolerate spicy food. After eating two strings of shredded squid sprinkled with chili powder and cumin powder, his mouth became red, numb and swollen, and his forehead was faintly sweating. Suppressing the spiciness in his mouth, he looked at the steaming hot pot.

There are many dishes in the clear soup, such as kelp, bean paste, mutton rolls, lotus root balls, etc. Most of them are put in by Li Zhaozhuo. The other three people almost only touch the spicy pot. No wonder Sun Wenhao only ordered the spicy pot.

And according to his words, Li Zhaozhuo used to only eat spicy food.

Thinking of Li Zhaozhuo ordering takeaway with him before and asking him what his taboos were, an unrealistic idea suddenly popped into Song Linju's mind.

Could it be that he ordered the mandarin duck pot for himself?

Song Linju glanced sideways at Li Zhaozhuo, who was dipping a lot of hot sauce into the vegetables in the clear soup pot.

……

What's the difference between this and eating spicy pot?

Li Zhaozhuo noticed his dazed gaze, swallowed what was in his mouth, took a sip of beer and turned to look at Song Linju.

"What's wrong?" His deep voice was hoarse after being scratched by beer.

"fine."

Song Linju looked away calmly, put a few chopsticks vegetables in the clear soup, and dug a spoonful of shaved ice while they were cooling.

"Brother Zhuo, what are you whispering again?"

Although Sun Wenhao was not drunk after drinking a few bottles of beer, he was unavoidably excited when he was drunk. What happened in front of him was completely forgotten by him. He stood up, held up the beer, and pushed it with his hand. "Come on! I'll toast Brother Song."

Song Linju glanced at the shaved ice in his hand, and before doing anything, Sun Wenhao opened a can of beer for him "intimately", "What kind of drink should you drink, beer is the most exciting."

He took the bubbling beer from the good side.

Under someone's gaze, Sun Wenhao clinked glasses with Song Linju unconsciously, "I have a deep relationship and I'm bored, I'll do it first as a respect!"

After a few sips, the can in Sun Wenhao's hand was empty.

Under Sun Wenhao's expectant eyes, Song Linju had no choice but to drink too much.

The liquid is cold and bitter, not as good as shaved ice.

"Brother Song really treats me as a brother." Sun Wenhao was happy, opened a bottle of beer again, filled the glass, and this time went to Li Zhaozhuo who had been watching him.

"Brother Zhuo, don't worry, I'm here to respect you."

"..."

……

Under Sun Wenhao's efforts to toast, it turned into blowing directly on the bottle in the end.

After drinking for three rounds, Li Zhaozhuo looked at the three people on the table who were already drinking crookedly, and felt quite a headache. Only Song Linju beside him sat upright, looking more sober.

Li Zhaozhuo patted Song Linju on the shoulder and asked his opinion, "Should we send the three drunks back before we go home?"

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