I saddle up for my rival [Rebirth]

Haojiajie Street is located outside the North Gate of the Academy of Fine Arts. It is just across the road from the Academy of Fine Arts.

Guan Ling's store is next to the commercial street, and it takes about [-] minutes to walk through the streets. There are many shops along the way, probably next to the Academy of Fine Arts, and occasionally a few clothing stores are interspersed among the rows of calligraphy and painting shops, which seems Some are nondescript.Although Liang Ze has been carrying the profile of a vagrant since returning to China, he has never been out for a stroll like today, let alone a street like this. Resisting the tugging at Guan Ling who was on the side, he said with an inscrutable expression, "I probably know why your store isn't making any money."

Guan Ling was full of annoyance about painting, when he was suddenly pulled by Liang Ze's arm, he lost his focus and leaned towards him. Because he didn't react in time, he hit his chin on his shoulder. Ling almost shouted out, and the black eyes were instantly covered with fog.

Liang Ze knew he was in the wrong, but the villain complained first, before Guan Ling could accuse him, he said, "Look at you, you can't even walk well."

Guan Ling, who frowned and rubbed the tip of his chin: "?"

"Does it hurt?" Liang Ze saw that his pitiful appearance didn't look like he was pretending, he frowned and stretched out his hand to push Guan Ling's hand on his chin, it was a little red, I don't know if it was from knocking or he used it himself. Pressing it out with his hand, Liang Ze lightly rubbed his fingertips on the light red twice, clicked his tongue and complained, "Your chin is too careless."

Guan Ling was amused by these words, and patted Liang Ze's hand away and rubbed it twice, "It's because the bones in your shoulders are too hard. Knocking on it is like knocking on a door panel. Thanks to my chin, it's real." , if you change it to a fake one, it’s already crooked two miles away.”

Liang Ze was wronged in the first place, and the villain complained first, but now he was choked up by Guan Ling, he couldn't apologize at all, so he had to bite the bullet and say, "Obviously your chin is too thin and fleshless. "

Guan Ling was too lazy to argue with him on such trivial matters, and muttered softly, "Yes, yes, it's me, the flies don't blame the maggots."

Liang Ze didn't hear clearly, "What did you say?"

"I said you're right." Guan Ling suppressed the urge to roll her eyes, and turned the topic to the beginning, "You just said why my shop doesn't make money?"

Guan Ling took the initiative to expose this problem, and it was a step for Liang Ze. He walked along and said, "Your row of shops are all selling calligraphy and painting. How can people come in if the shop has no special features."

"If you count down the street, what kind of feature do you need?" The calligraphy and painting shop will not be open anyway, Guan Ling said not too concerned, "My face is a feature, and people will come in to buy paintings when they see that the boss is so handsome. "

Liang Ze was speechless, but he also felt that what Guan Ling said made some sense. In addition, he just dragged her away and caused the "accident" to happen, so he didn't argue with him, and compromised with Guan Ling's argument, "You Yes."

While talking, the two turned around the intersection, and the scene that caught their eyes changed again. Compared with the calligraphy and painting alley that they just passed, the entrance of this street is obviously much wider, and it is also much more lively.

It's autumn, and the night comes earlier than the hot summer, and it rained two days ago, although it didn't rain today, it was cloudy. Only then did Liang Ze realize that the street lamps in the streets and alleys were all lit up, and walked along the street. A tall archway came into view.

The archway is very lively, with people pushing small carts to sell, people gathering in groups of twos and threes to eat skewers at a small square table, people queuing up to buy sugar water...everything.

The blue-gray sky was covered with long white, the half-dry ground was slightly damp, and the dim street lights reflected the scene. It was lively, flamboyant, and unrestrained. Liang Ze stood where he was, and his eyes glanced at the three gold-plated stones on the archway. With the big characters, read it softly along with the noisy market in the distance: Delicious Street.

"Here we are." Guan Ling patted his arm, looking very excited, "Do you feel your appetite has increased?"

The air was filled with the aroma of frying, frying or roasting, Liang Ze was a little confused, subconsciously nodded, but said reservedly, "It's okay."

Guan Ling squeezed his nose and took a deep sniffing motion, "Smell!" After saying that, he patted Liang Ze on the shoulder, and said proudly, "If you want to eat, don't hesitate, I'll treat you, and you'll be full." The legs took the lead and walked forward, waving at Liang Ze while walking, "Hurry up, there will be too many people in a while and it will be difficult to line up."

Liang Ze frowned tightly, his eyes moved from left to right, and after going back and forth several times, he raised his legs and followed behind Guan Ling with complicated emotions.

"Let me tell you," Guan Ling didn't notice Liang Ze's freezing enthusiasm at all, and while pulling his arm to walk in, he said hastily pointing not far away, "Look at those two stores. It sells fried potatoes, which look the same as the packaging, but the taste is not as good as the one in the front that says fried potatoes. Don’t look at the long queue on the left, it’s basically just..."

The more you walked into the street, the busier it became, and there were more people, most of them were students from the Teachers College and the Academy of Fine Arts who didn't go home for a long vacation. The left ear is full of noisy frying and hawking sounds, while the right ear is also filled with Guan Ling's tireless food introductions. Liang Ze, one head and two big, is dragged forward by him with a question mark on his head. Like a walking corpse, a voice in my heart growled louder and louder: "It's the first time I invite you to dinner, how can I be casual, anyway, it's that street, you can choose whatever you want to eat."

"That senior squid is the best food on the street!" Guan Ling grabbed Liang Ze's arm, and the blue and white plaid shirt with open collar was pulled so that a collar almost slipped off his shoulders. It was rare that Liang Ze didn't pay attention. Put it on the image.

In fact, he didn't bother to care about the inconspicuous, and his mind was full of Guan Ling's outrageous nonsense. It wasn't until Guan Ling dragged him to the potato stand that he had introduced earlier that he stood still. , Dare he say that eating a street is such a way of eating!

Thinking of how stupid he was pulling those two idiots to ask how much a street would cost, Liang Ze felt that compared to Wei Jie and Zhuo Yu, he might need to pay some IQ tax in advance.Or maybe he was dazzled by some kind of unknown joy, and for a moment he forgot that such a picky person as Guan Ling, let alone booking a restaurant on the next street, I'm afraid it would be impossible to ask him to book a small restaurant. Like ascending to heaven.

Liang Ze stood in front of the potato stand like a puppet. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was disappointment, unhappiness, or embarrassment that quickly enveloped his whole body. He wanted to find an opening to vent, but it seemed that all his meridians and meridians were blocked. It seems that no breakthrough can be found.

The stall owner is a woman in her 50s, with short hair neatly pinned behind her ears, revealing a big weather-beaten face. She quickly put a scoop of potatoes into the pot, and asked them both with a smile, "How much do you two handsome guys want?" share?"

Liang Ze's thoughts drifting two miles away were dragged back by the woman's words and the sound of sizzling oil in front of him. To be honest, the fragrance was very strong, but this simple cart, the dark bottom of the pot, and the open mouth on the countertop For seasoning jars, Liang Ze really couldn't bring up any taste.

Furthermore, there is a big gap in my heart. You must know that on the way here, he is ready to spend a huge sum of money to "wipe his butt" for Guan Ling. Looking at these "delicious food", what else can he do besides melancholy? He has little appetite, doesn't dress up, and the word "dislike" is held high in the pores of his body.

But before he could say anything, Guan Ling on the right had already scanned the QR code pasted under the signboard with a "ding" to pay, cheerfully raised a finger at the fat-faced aunt, "Just one copy. "

Liang Ze originally had a disgusted expression on his face, but he suddenly became unhappy when he heard this. What do you mean?Didn't you just say you can eat whatever you want?Why did you turn around and just buy your own?Turning his face away and was about to explode, Guan Ling stepped forward and said, "Is it okay for us to have a share together?"

The unhappiness on the lips was blocked in his throat by these words, Liang Zemu swallowed with a face, nodded indifferently and reluctantly, "...All right."

The potatoes came out of the pot, each one was yellow and golden, and the side sticking to the pot was a little burnt. The fat-faced aunt asked, "What flavor do you want?"

"Sweet and sour spicy." After Guan Ling finished speaking, he turned to ask Liang Ze, "Do you have any taboos?" Without waiting for Liang Ze to answer, he quickly turned to fat aunt and said, "Leave less spicy."

Liang Ze: "..." It's better not to ask.

Guan Ling held the carton bowl in one hand, took two long skewers from the plastic bag hanging beside the car with his right hand, and handed one to Liang Ze, "Eat it while it's hot, it won't taste good when it's cooled by the wind. "

Liang Ze glanced indifferently at the stick he handed over, moved his five fingers hanging by his side but didn't reach out to take it, "Eat it yourself."

Guan Ling pierced a potato and threw it into his mouth. It tasted sticky and sweet. He took two bites and swallowed it. He looked at Liang Ze in surprise, only to find that the young master had a stinky face, "What's the matter?" ?” Look at the fragrant potatoes in his hand, “Don’t you like this?”

Liang Zexin said that I have never eaten this shit, but saying this will not only make Guan Ling feel ashamed, but it will also make him laugh. He knows this person too well, so he just kept silent. .

Ever since waking up from this body, Guan Ling didn't care much about anything, and ate casually. In the afternoon, Liang Ze said that he wanted to eat duck blood vermicelli soup, but Guan Ling didn't think about it. It was rare to be in a good mood, and he himself missed the food here, so he didn't ask Liang Ze if he liked to bring someone here.

It's just that he overlooked one point, what kind of family did Liang Ze come from?What kind of family is he himself from?He thought Liang Ze might not be interested in good things, but Guan Ling recalled the experience of the two of them eating pickled cabbage and fish noodle together that day, thinking that he was full of dislike for this place from the very beginning.

Thinking of this, the enthusiasm seemed to pour cold water on the head, Guan Ling blamed himself, "Why don't you go to the restaurant you often go to, but I don't know if you can still get a reservation now."

Liang Ze originally wanted to put on a show, but he didn't expect Guan Ling to say this suddenly, so he was stunned for two seconds before he said, "Why are you going to change places again?"

Guan Ling took a stick to poke the potatoes in the paper bowl, "I didn't think carefully, the environment here is poor, there are many people and noisy, and the food is not on the table, you must not look down on it... "

What Guan Ling said was the truth, but in Liang Ze's ears, it sounded like he was narrating a series of grievances. His expression and tone were obviously apologetic and self-blaming, but Liang Ze felt that all his mistakes were due to Myself, because I think the environment here is poor, noisy, and the food is not good.

There was a faint acid in his chest, and his simple mood became complicated. He didn't bother to find out the reason one by one, but his hand moved faster than his brain to take the stick from Guan Ling's hand, and tied the quilt. He threw the potato that was poked into honeycomb into his mouth, chewed it whole and swallowed it twice, the food just out of the pot, his teeth were almost scalded, let alone tasted it, but he He said stubbornly, "It tastes good."

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