Rebirth of Jinse Nianhua

Don't underestimate the Chongqing Chicken Pot, which is affordable by ordinary working people. The business is so good when it comes to meals, especially in the university campus, where young couples are not willing to go to the cafeteria and spend too much. Most of the high-end restaurants outside the school will choose to eat here. It is delicious and not expensive, and it is a little bit more advanced than the big pot rice in the school cafeteria.

So when I took my sister and Asai Hirohiko to the door of Chongqing Jigong Pot, what I saw was the following scene: There were no less than ten tables in the store less than [-] square meters, and each table was sitting on the edge of each table. Young couples who were swearing and gnawing chicken bones with relish, and two or three busy waiters shuttled back and forth among the dozen or so tables with trays of vegetables in their hands.

The whole scene was as lively as a vegetable market at [-] o'clock in the morning, one table clamored for more food, another table shouted for drinks, one table clamored for more soup, and another table shouted With a voice called to pay the bill.

Seeing this scene, my sister and Hirohiko Asai felt a little bit like retreating, especially Hirohiko Asai, seeing the Chinese people's unrestrained and informal way of eating, couldn't help shivering, and his already ugly face wrinkled into a wilted one. tangerine.

The cleanliness of the Japanese in food is obvious to all people around the world. A family of three has to eat separately, and you can only use your own chopsticks to pick up the few small dishes in front of you and put them in your own bowl. The Chu River and Han borders are clearly divided to the point where both humans and gods are indignant.

The elder sister who is good at observing people naturally noticed that Hirohiko Asai wanted to ask for a change of location, but she was afraid that I would jump up and object and was in a dilemma. At this time, she is undoubtedly the most suitable to play the white face.

My sister is smart and I am not stupid. Seeing that she was about to speak up, I simply turned around and stood with my back to her. My eyes were fixed on the situation in the store, and I was always ready to rush up and grab someone who was about to check out and leave. tables.

The sister behind me sighed almost inaudibly, her powerful aura slowly approached me, and the sound of high heels hitting the concrete floor was very ear-piercing.

"Tongtong?" My sister called me, with a little helplessness in her tone.

I just pretended that I didn't hear anything, and I didn't even move my eyelids, and I was still paying attention to the situation in the store by myself.

"Tongtong!" My sister couldn't help but accentuate her tone.

I was still indifferent, and I didn't bother to lift my fingers.

"Ruan Jitong!" My sister was a little angry, she had never called me by my first name directly on any occasion, it seemed that this time she was really pissed off by me.

At this time, a table in the store started to move, and I shouted excitedly: "Hurry up, that table is ready to go!"

After speaking, he rushed in first, pulled the chair away and sat down, and a young couple who was about to check out and leave looked at me for a long time inexplicably, with a demented expression.

"I wish my seniors and seniors a happy marriage for a hundred years and an early baby, haha!" I wrapped my left hand in my right hand and made a "congratulations" gesture to the couple sitting across from me, and my face almost died of laughter.

Seeing that I was so sincere, the young couple no longer looked at me like a monster. They smiled at me, and then hurriedly paid the money and left hand in hand with satisfaction on their faces.

Not long after, my sister and Hirohiko Asai finally plucked up the courage to come in, and I stood up like a host and beckoned them to sit down: "Come, come, come and sit down, it's a really good place to sit. It’s not easy to occupy.”

My sister covered her nose with one hand and took out the napkin she brought with her with the other hand to wipe the two chairs whose paint had started to fade, and then chose one of them to sit down very uncomfortable.

Hirohiko Asai's bitter face, which had not changed since he entered the door, frowned even more when he saw the messy chicken bones on the table and the soup that was almost bottoming out in the pot, and his whole face was dark.

My sister noticed all kinds of things wrong with Hirohiko Asai with sharp eyes, and immediately beckoned to the waiter to clean up the table as quickly as possible, and then Hirohiko Asai reluctantly sat down next to her sister.

I twitched the corners of my mouth indiscriminately, took the menu handed over by the waiter, and ordered the dishes seriously without looking at the old clean freak.

In the end, I ordered a large pot of chicken pot and some side dishes for the meal. My sister and Hirohiko Asai were noncommittal about my decision. Anyway, they didn’t really want to eat this meal, so I didn’t bother to care what they wanted to eat. I was alone. After ordering, return the menu to the waiter.

The food was served very quickly. The freshly stewed chicken pot was bright and steaming. It looked very appetizing. I was the only one of the three on the table. As soon as the food came, I picked up the bowl and picked up the chopsticks to eat happily. After getting up, my sister and Hirohiko Asai looked at each other for a while, and finally picked up the chopsticks and ate symbolically.

My sister is a little bit better. She is Chinese after all. Although she usually lives a higher-end life than petty bourgeoisie, she still retains a bit of Chinese nature in her bones.

Hirohiko Asai felt quite uncomfortable after eating it, his mouth deflated after taking a bite, it was as if someone had poisoned the pot. If it wasn't because I knew him, I would definitely be rolling on the ground laughing.

When I was full of food, more than half of the chicken remained in the pot. Based on the principle of resolutely not wasting, my bad taste came out again.

He licked his chopsticks "bajibaji", then stretched into the pot, selected, and finally chose a piece of chicken that looked a bit like a chicken butt, picked it up and looked carefully, and found that the more it looked, the more it looked like a chicken butt. It's too good for Hirohiko Asai.

So, I stretched out the chopsticks holding the chicken butt that looked like a chicken butt to Hirohiko Asai's bowl. Before I put it down, Hirohiko Asai looked up at me with a look of horror on his face, as if saying to me pitifully: I know You Chinese people are hospitable and like to pick up food for others, but we Japanese people do not have this habit. We all use our own chopsticks to pick up our own portion of food.

My sister also noticed my movement, and before I could stop me, she "accidentally" let go of the chopsticks, and the chicken buttocks fell into Hirohiko Asai's bowl and stopped after rolling.

I won't lie to you, Hirohiko Asai was so sad that he almost cried when he saw the extra piece of chicken in his bowl.

My sister gave me a hard look, and I quickly put down my chopsticks and raised my hands to surrender, yelling for myself, "I just want to serve Mr. Boyan with good intentions! I promise!"

My sister was so choked up that I had nothing to say, and Hirohiko Asai couldn’t get off the stage. He wanted to take out the chicken butt and throw it away, but it was too embarrassing for me to be there, and eating it would really hurt his fragile heart as a Japanese people. up.

"Why don't you eat it, Mr. Boyan?" I picked up the chopsticks again and stretched it over to tap Hirohiko Asai's bowl, looking at him with watery eyes full of expectation.

Hirohiko Asai wanted to cry even more. He looked at my sister and then at me. My sister was silent and silent, but I looked like I hoped that he would eat it. In the end, he picked up the chicken butt that was stained with my saliva and put it in his mouth. When it came to his mouth, he swallowed it in one gulp without chewing much.

I kept a proper smile on my face, actually laughed so hard that my intestines almost knotted up, and I rubbed my stomach with my left hand.

My sister still understands me from beginning to end. "I will never give up until I reach my goal" is Ruan Jitong's life purpose. If she doesn't let me get to Hirohiko Asai this time, I will definitely try to find ways to get to him.

My naughty sister used to treat me as a treasure, and since she was a child, she has indulged me because she thinks being naughty is another manifestation of intelligence. I am glad that today my sister did not stop me from tricking Hirohiko Asai, if she stood in Asai today Boyan's side sang against me. I don't think I will ever forgive her again in my life. Fortunately, she chose to indulge again.

Outside the door of Chongqing Chicken Pot, Yan Jing happened to pass by, and I was in a good mood, so I couldn't help shouting and beckoning to her: "Yan Jing, wait for me! Let's go to class together!"

Yan Jing quickly noticed me. In her impression, Ruan Jitong, who was so enthusiastic and active, probably would have encountered it only after the sun came out in the west. Fortunately, she was not frightened by my abnormality, and she really stopped and waited for me. Go to class together.

"It's almost time, I should go to class." I stood up hooking the shoulder straps of my backpack, touched the flat pocket, and didn't feel embarrassed, and said bluntly, "I forgot to bring money today, my sister will help you first." I'll pay in advance!"

After finishing talking, she put on her backpack and rushed out of the door. My sister yelled from behind: "Remember to listen carefully in class. My sister will go home to see Tongtong this weekend."

On the way to the classroom, Yan Jing asked me who was the wretched old man who had dinner with me just now, and I didn't even want to blurt out: "He is an old servant of our family. He has been in charge of washing me since I was born. Diapers."

Yan Jing was so happy that she couldn't open her eyes: "You are lying, why do I think that person looks so familiar?"

"That's because our old servant has a popular face." I laughed, and the intestines in my stomach broke and broke.

Yan Jing obviously still didn't believe it, but she didn't ask any more questions, because she remembered another more important thing.

"Are you going tonight?" She bumped my shoulder and asked shyly.

I shrugged: "Isn't this kind of hospitality hard to turn down?"

"I knew you would be afraid that I would be chasing and intercepting you two months in advance." Yan Jing laughed and ran away, presumably to convey the earth-shattering news that Ruan Jitong's mind was kicked out by a donkey to all his colleagues.

I stopped, stretched a big lazy waist facing the blue sky, and took a deep breath. Immediately, I felt much more comfortable physically and mentally. The air today is really fresh and the weather is especially good.

2013-11-18

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