Since 1983

In Zhengyang Market, West Qianmen Street, there is a quaint facade called Zhimei Building.

It used to be one of the Eighth Buildings in Beijing. It was famous for its Gusu flavor. Later, Jing Qi, the chef of Emperor Qianlong's imperial dining room, joined and began to improve by leaps and bounds. It is known as a collection of northern and southern cuisines.

At the beginning of the Republic of China, Zhimeizhai once declined. Three Qilu people took the opportunity to buy it, and there were more Shandong cuisine skills...

In the evening, a bus stopped nearby. Chen Xiaoxu jumped down with her schoolbag on her back, sweating all over, and the key point was embarrassment, everyone knew her.

This schoolbag is specially made, with one shoulder, adjustable length, dark blue cloth, divided inside, and a small flower hand-painted by Zhang Li embroidered on the bottom corner.

The style is small and fresh.

She entered Zhimei Building and found a private room. Zhang Li, Deng Jie, Zhang Guoli, Shen Lin, Wu Xiaodong, Hu Zehong and others were all there, but Zhang Guiqin was too old to mix.

Yo, college students are out of school!

Hu Zehong yelled and hugged her, I miss you so much!

Didn't you just see me a while ago?

It's been seven days, seven days!

Hu Zehong didn't film, she was much more mellow than before, she pointed to everyone and said, You too, you feel panicked when you don't see it, just like I'm alone, you'll know when you see it!

Stop talking, have you ordered?

If the birthday star doesn't come, how dare we order it.

Then let me see...

Xiao Xu flipped through the menu and said with a smile: One serving of live fish for four meals, one serving of stewed pancakes, and one serving of shredded radish pancakes. Alright, let's order.

Proud!

Hu Zehong and Deng Jie grabbed the recipe, Kung Pao Shrimp Balls!

Sliced ​​pork!

meat ball with soy sauce!

Hey, what is a hundred birds facing the phoenix?

Tender chicken and pork leg meat, dumplings are made into bird shapes, and placed around the chicken, it is called Bainiao Chaofeng. But it needs to be booked in advance, which takes a lot of time.

How long?

Three or four hours.

Come one, I'll pack it! Hu Zehong waved his hand.

Zhang Li quit, and said, What are you doing? Are you bullying our little Xu? Waiter, don't listen to them.

She said you can order casually, so you can feel sorry for her?

Several people complained together, but they didn't insist on calling Bai Niao Chaofeng, and ordered a few dishes casually.

Zhang Li silently calculated, yes, including the wine, the meal cost more than one hundred yuan.

Everyone was very happy, but Zhang Guoli was uncomfortable, even a little scared, and asked in a low voice, Is it Xiaoxu's treat?

yes.

She, she has a high income now?

It's not tall, but he's generous...huh?

When mentioning income, Deng Jie remembered something, and said: By the way, a music producer approached me a while ago, saying that he wanted to release tapes. He meant to find more, a large platter, and each person cost 1,000 yuan. , are you going?

I can do what I want! Wu Xiaodong hurriedly raised his hand.

No boys!

Then I want to try. Shen Lin said.

Okay, you're the one.

Forget it, I sing badly. Zhang Li laughed.

I'll forget it too. Hu Zehong shook her head.

I can. You can call me when the time comes. Xiao Xu said.

Success, then the three of us!

Deng Jie settled a deal with a few words, with the demeanor of a popular star. Zhang Guoli became more and more depressed, his reputation was much higher than his own, and his employment opportunities were also leveraged.

After chatting for a while, the meals came to the table one after another, the most conspicuous of which was the live fish.

Braised fish head, sweet and sour tiles, middle in sauce and fried fish fillets. Needless to say, the fish head, the sweet and sour tiles are square fish fillets, sweet and delicious. The middle part of the sauce is where the meat is thicker, the color is bright and the taste is rich.

There is also a bowl of fish soup.

This is how it is now, and then changed, changing the sauce into a dry fry.

Hu Zehong licked her lips and asked, Shall we wait for Teacher Xu?

Let's eat, wait while you eat. Xiao Xu said.

Well, he should be coming soon. Zhang Li said.

Ever since, everyone started building.

Chen Xiaoxu picked up a piece of fried fish fillet, tasted it decently, and commented: This fish is not good, it's not dace.

Puchi!

Zhang Li laughed, and others asked stupidly: What kind of fish is dace?

Inshore fish, produced in Jinmen. After the beginning of autumn, before the beginning of winter, catch a half-jin dace. This is not good.

Wow!

The friends were amazed that going to college was really extraordinary.

Sister Bao laughed her internal wounds, and pinched her face again.

This group of people usually have certain living conditions, but they don't often go to big restaurants, and they enjoy eating very much. Xiaoxu was most annoyed by socializing, but they were all revolutionary comrades in arms. He was happy and rarely drank some beer.

Authentic Shuanghesheng five-star beer.

A few years ago, ordinary people were still drinking loose beer, which was just like loose wine. It is packed in a tank truck, and you can make it yourself with a thermos, bucket, and glass.

12 degrees, 40 cents a liter.

Now that there is a bottle of beer, the boundary of Beijing is five-star beer and old white brand, and Yanjing is still a grandson, and a bottle costs four to fifty cents.

Why hasn't Teacher Xu come yet?

It's already seven o'clock, the meeting is so late?

Leave him alone, come...

Deng Jie filled a glass, got up and said: Today is Xiaoxu's birthday, and everyone is counted, oh, not counted. Anyway, I am very happy, I crawled out of a trench, and I haven't forgotten it for several years. Let's respect Xiaoxu!

Fall up, all down!

when!

A group of people touched each other and were very moved.

Oh, it's been four years since we were training in the Old Summer Palace.

It will be five years soon! In a blink of an eye, it will be ten years!

It's so different, there are still a few in the capital. Hey, Qingwen has gone abroad?

I went to Japan, and Ouyang is also in college.

Zhang Li kept looking at the watch, the hands seemed to be turning very fast, it was almost eight o'clock in the blink of an eye. Chen Xiaoxu didn't fluctuate much, he still pursed his lips and smiled, followed everyone who was talking, and he didn't drink too much.

Teacher Xu is really slow, the food is gone.

If there is no more, let's watch him eat alone!

Haha, that's great!

The dinner started at six o'clock, we ate for over an hour, and chatted for over an hour, and at nine o'clock we couldn't sit still.

It's over, Mr. Xu may have stumbled.

That's right, after all, I'm busy going to the Asian Games.

It's not authentic, I don't come here for my birthday.

It's just that I don't care, even if there is a little...

When Hu Zehong was halfway through speaking, Deng Jie kicked her and quickly shut up.

Even if everyone didn't pay attention at first, they have reacted now, and the atmosphere suddenly changed subtly and was extraordinarily quiet. Xiao Xu wondered, What's the matter? Have you finished eating?

Eat well, eat well.

It's not too early, let's go!

Um.

Seeing that there were still two shredded radish pancakes left, she asked the waiter to wrap them up, stuffed them into her schoolbag casually, and said with a smile, I'm very happy that you guys can come. I can't do anything if I don't eat well. There will be birthdays later, Eat that meal.

Everyone agreed, the game was over, and they went home.

Wu Xiaodong was carrying Shen Lin, and the two of them each rode a car, all the way quietly. When we got back to Baihua Hutong, Zhang Guiqin was watching TV by himself, but no one was there.

One dial goes into the east chamber, and the other dial enters the west chamber.

The weather at the end of October is already very cold, but Zhang Li loves heat, and she sweats even more after riding a bike.

She boiled a pot of water, took off only her underwear, and wiped it carefully with a towel. Chen Xiaoxu sat in front of his newly purchased desk and continued to do his homework on advertising.

...

Zhang Li looked at it again and again, and couldn't help but call out, Xiao Xu?

What's wrong?

You, do you want to burn your feet? I'm really tired today.

OK.

After fetching water, Chen Xiaoxu took off his socks, and slowly stretched his two little feet into the basin. The hot water felt painful and comfortable.

Forty kilometers a day, after four years, I can catch up with the Red Army's Long March. I admire myself.

She closed her eyes and leaned back on the chair, Yazi, who was very comfortable, opened them again after a while, Give me the schoolbag, I'm a little hungry.

Hungry just after eating?

I eat a lot.

Sister Bao was speechless and handed over the schoolbag.

When she touched it with her hand, it was full of oil. She yelled and quickly turned it inside out, but the shredded radish cake fell out.

ah!

Zhang Li hurried over, This material is not easy to get rid of, you have to rub it with soap a little bit, I'll wash it for you.

I'll make it myself, you go heat the pancakes.

Are you still eating?

I'm hungry.

There was no way, Zhang Li went to the kitchen to heat pancakes.

Chen Xiaoxu was soaking his feet, holding his schoolbag in his arms, first wiped it with soap, and then rubbed it vigorously with his hands. The lining is slippery and difficult to handle, and the oil stains are very tenacious.

...

There was no one in the room, only she lowered her head, and with the help of the dim light, she rubbed very earnestly.

Rub it a few times, wipe your eyes, rub it a few times, and wipe your eyes again.

…………

Boom!

Near midnight, the old man pushed the cart and made a familiar sound.

Everyone went to bed early, and red lanterns were lit in the yard, revealing a faint light. Xu Fei just came back from Cheng Dong's house, the dilapidated yard by the third ring road is quite big.

A group of people collided passionately, and the conversation flew away. When they were hungry and had nothing to eat, they rummaged through the box and took out a basket of potatoes, and continued to chat.

He ate two large potatoes and refilled a pot of water, and he almost swelled to death.

Seeing that the west room was dark, Xu Fei didn't bother him, and was about to go in when he was suddenly shaken by something—it was a schoolbag hanging on a rope, and a small piece of it was wet inside.

He took a look, went into the study, turned on the light bulb tea, and continued to work at night.

The book of Longing for Sixteen Years is tentatively scheduled for 50 episodes. Li Xiaoming wrote the first part, and he wrote the second part, and only Liu Huifang's line.

After her divorce, how to live, and finally give an ending.

Xu Fei is physically disgusted with bitter dramas, especially suffering from suffering. Liu Huifang in his works has naturally changed, but it will not be too exaggerated.

In short, there is no need to be Wang Husheng's mother, nanny, or bed warmer.

call……

In the dead of night, it was a time when inspiration was bursting, but today it was extremely difficult. After Xu Fei wrote a few paragraphs, he felt that his thoughts were confused and he couldn't calm down.

Later generations celebrate their birthdays, and if they can’t go, they can make a phone call, send a WeChat message, or even make a video. At this moment, if you can't go, you can't go, and you can't even tell me.

I thought it was a very common thing, but after I missed it, I realized that it is actually very important.

Xu Fei drank a mug of tea, got up and looked out the window, then sat down again.

After a while, he sighed suddenly, picked up something on the table, and walked into the courtyard.

...

The next day, early morning.

Zhang Li was awakened by the soft voice, and lazily opened her eyes, and saw Xiao Xu sitting beside the bed and getting dressed.

what time is it?

It's almost six o'clock.

Leave so early? It's never been this early before.

I'm in good spirits today, I can't sleep.

Chen Xiaoxu, who hadn't slept much all night, patted the quilt and said with a smile: Lie down for a while, I'll go first.

She went out with her books in her arms, went to the yard to touch her schoolbag, but she wasn't too dry. When I took it off and carried it, I found it was a bit heavy, and finally found another thing.

...

Holding this object, she couldn't help being startled, looked at the tight curtains in the study, and pursed her lips.

Looking at Westinghouse then, he also sighed softly.