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Huo Zian hesitated for a long time what to do for the main dish.There are many restrictions on ingredients in Beijing. It is not easy to have long-term supply channels for high-quality beef and fresh deep-sea fish.

Grilled lamb served with pepper seedlings mixed with vinegar, saffron yogurt and hummus, without complicated and redundant seasoning, jumped from the gentle and subtle Xiaolongbao to a straightforward, rough and pleasant style.This dish is really more in line with everyone's appetite. The large pieces of meat can't be more solid, and everyone can eat it well.

Kuizi's brother-in-law praised: "The Michelin chef's methods are really different. This Ningxia Tan sheep has a smell of mutton. Ordinary chefs will cover up the smell. This is a low-grade; Appropriate seasoning complements the smell of mutton, and the smell of mutton becomes a unique sweet fragrance. This taste is hard to find elsewhere."

Everyone didn't understand these things, but after hearing what he said, the taste of mutton seemed to be a little sweet.And after eating all the way, I always felt that I didn't eat anything substantial, and my stomach began to clamor for some hot-stick meals. There is no rice and noodles, and meat is good.So everyone finished eating the meat happily, and waited for the last dessert.

Dessert was chocolate lava cake with date paste. Making desserts was not Huo Zian's forte, and he was at the end of his strength, so he pulled himself together to bring the meal to an end.

But most people are not interested in this kind of sweet and greasy dessert, and put it down after two bites.To say I'm full, I'm quite full, but it's like I haven't eaten anything.

Uncle Ma doesn’t eat outside, so he looked on for a long time, then patted the table, “Old He, go to my place to eat steamed stuffed buns? The mutton and green onions are just out of the pan.”

Old He: "Then... dare... dare to love, let's go!"

"Leave half a catty for me too!" You Dacheng swallowed.

The scene suddenly became embarrassing. When Uncle Ma said this, it was almost like kicking a gym.Zian also felt embarrassed, but he couldn't show his face, so he could only see off the guests with a smile.

Uncle Ma did not control his mouth, and said to old man He with a voice that Zian could hear: "These foreign handles look pretty, but they are not serious things." Old man He said: "Say... Yes, sat for three...hours, ate...eat a full stomach...zixibeifeng..." It was rare for him to say so many words, and he laughed smugly.

Uncle Ma walked out of the door satisfied.He didn't come here on purpose to kick the gym, but he was curious about Zian's craftsmanship, so he came here specially to join in the fun.When I saw that everyone was eating in a daze, I felt that I had a foresight - Huo Zian's three axes were like those fancy restaurants on the street, they would change their look after a while, and see how long they lasted!

You Dacheng also stood up, trying to chase his mutton buns, but Aunt Kong stopped him.Aunt Kong felt that Zi'an's face was lost, and she gave You Dacheng a look, "Why don't you eat buns and drink tea!"

She poured tea for her husband, and saw that You Liangchen had been busy going in and out for two hours, and couldn't stop for a moment, she stood up distressed, and wanted to help clean up the cups and bowls.

Huo Zian stopped her, and said with a smile: "Who would let the guests do it? You sit down, we two can do it."

You Liangchen also said: "Sit down and look at Dad. He has been drinking a lot, he just snored." You Dacheng will snore with his eyes open after drinking a few more glasses, and enter a state of sleep and wakefulness. One of the wonders of this area.

When Aunt Kong looked at her worthless husband, she felt bad; when she looked at her tall and handsome son, she felt relieved.The food in this ice cream restaurant was indeed not to her liking, but it was very decent, and Huo Zian's demeanor also convinced her.Beijingers talk about "fan'er" the most. If fan'er is right, everything will be right.She felt that in Huo Zian's back, it was just around the corner that her son would become such a person.So she sat down obediently, and felt happy.

Huo Zian was not as easy as she thought.He was exhausted and the response to the meal wasn't as good as it could have been.Huo Zian poured wine for the rest of the people, and arrived at his brother-in-law's table - only he was still slowly enjoying dessert.He seemed to like Huo Zian's craftsmanship very much, so he took him to chat.

Chatting with him is also one of the jobs of the chef, so he patiently listened to his brother-in-law fooling around.When we got excited about the conversation, my brother-in-law suddenly spat out something from his mouth—"Hey, what is this? After chewing for a long time, it still can't be chewed? Is it jujube peel?"

Huo Zian's face turned green.That was Liangchen's Band-Aid.

The Bell and Drum Tower in the middle of the night has a kind of tranquility like a black hole.The bell tower during the day is a relic, but at night, it becomes a big beast squatting in the old city.It is motionless, but it can make people feel its deep breathing, which is connected with the breath that has been rotating for hundreds of years in the ground veins. Swinging, involuntary, short-lived, insignificant.

But even if Xiaohuai Chong feels his own humbleness, he can only worry about the little things in front of him.

Huo Zian sat under the locust tree, staring blankly at the clock tower, feeling confused.He gave up everything to open a restaurant here, is he really out of his mind?Of course he knows that the old residents in the hutongs are not his target diners. The audience of such restaurants is mainly white-collar and golden-collar workers in their 20s to [-]s, and there are many such people in Beijing.

There are many such people in Shanghai, so why did he come all the way here?

Because he always felt that he and those diners who admired him were acting in a drama together.It was a necessary scene in the urban drama, and he offered them stylish enjoyment, wonder, beauty, and they gave the necessary praise and return.But there's no real emotional resonance between them.The ever-changing city simply didn't have time to write down its background, emotion and logic for the play.It is empty, rootless.

Zi'an came here to find such a root.What is this root? It may be like the relationship between Uncle Ma's mutton buns and You Dacheng. The buns can bypass You Dacheng's thinking and reason, and automatically collude with his stomach. Being there can make him feel at ease.

But how could Huo Zian feel that he could find it in this strange neighborhood?It was as hopeless and unreasonable as finding his father who had been missing for 30 years!Is this just my own cranky thinking to escape the failure of Shanghai?

He didn't know, and the more he thought about it, the more confused he became.So he looked up to look for the "god shoe" on the locust tree, hoping to get guidance.

He saw not one shoe, but three.

Huo Zian was startled and stood up.He saw two long legs on the two shoes, and looking along the way, he saw You Liangchen's face.

Yu Liangchen sat on the slab of the locust tree, smoking a cigarette leisurely.

Huo Zian gasped, wondering when You Liangchen climbed onto the locust tree, and he never noticed that there was someone above his head.He shouted: "You Liangchen, come down!"

You Liangchen glanced at him: "No more."

"What are you doing up there?"

"What are you doing down there?"

Huo Zian was speechless, and felt that his conversation with You Liangchen was simply inexplicable.He leaned against the locust tree, and after a while, he asked feebly, "Hey, do you think my cooking is delicious?"

You Liangchen was silent for a while, and after a few minutes, he said: "It doesn't matter if it's good or not, as long as you fill your stomach."

Huo Zian knew that You Liangchen wouldn't say anything nice, or even substantive.His whole life is made up of "it doesn't matter" and "anything goes". If you give it, you take it, if you don't give it, you withdraw it. Even a small locust insect knows how to struggle on the silk thread, but he, he is even a small insect. No, it's just a snail shell clinging to an ancient building, and it's empty inside.

Huo Zian became angry.The fire in his heart was transferred to Yu Liangchen's head - his frustration was more or less due to Yu Liangchen's laxity, negativity and his band-aids!

Facing the locust tree, he said loudly: "Why is it okay? Eating is the most important thing. Do you know how much effort it takes for plants and animals to grow into a shape for you to eat? If you eat it, you will still eat it." Say it doesn't matter anyway?"

Yu Liangchen: "..."

"Do you know how much rice, noodles, vegetables and meat you need to support you to live to your twenties, with a height of 1.8 meters? And how do you treat the sacrifices made by comrades animals and plants for you? Whatever! Whatever you want! Whatever you want Whatever you want, come whenever you want, leave whenever you like, Yu Liangchen, why is your life so casual, what are you living for?"

Yu Liangchen: "..."

Huo Zi'an had a little hope that Yu Liangchen would refute him, or come down and fight him, or even give him a curse.But Yu Liangchen kept silent, and saw the smoke drifting among the leaves of the locust tree, illusory.Zian sighed, and the fire went out.Another punch in the cotton!You Liangchen will always behave in this way, whether he coaxes him or makes trouble for no reason, he will always hit the cotton with his fist.

He planned not to compete with Yu Liangchen anymore, and after venting, he knew that Yu Liangchen was not to blame.He looked at the shadow on the locust tree, and said listlessly: "Come down later, remember to take out the garbage."

Huo Zian left, and You Liangchen quietly moved on the tree, changing his posture.He watched as Huo Zian got on his bicycle, left the Bell Tower Square, twisted and turned into Gulou Street, his figure blended into the lights and traffic outside.

He listened to Huo Zian's words.His poor student's mind doesn't like to think about complex logic, so Huo Zian said that he was sorry for the whole earth, but he didn't take it to heart.He only thought about Huo Zian's last words: You Liangchen, what are you living for?

He felt the wound on his finger itch, and rubbed it against the branch meaninglessly.

Living will itch, so scratch it; living will make you hungry, so eat comrade animals and plants.But what is life for?How does he know?It's not that he chose to be born in the small alley.

He didn't want to live at all.