Shenhao starts from fishing

Ding Shuo waited in the gallery for a long time, and he sold one painting, but Gao Zirui hadn't arrived yet.

In desperation, he had to call him again.

The call was quickly connected...

"Where is it?"

"Let me see, we are at Qiliqiao, and there are still three stops."

"I'm going... You came by bus?"

"Otherwise? How expensive is a taxi?"

"Come on, when I bought gifts for your female netizen, why didn't you see you so economically?"

"One-sided, to spend money to buy gifts for female netizens, isn't that to make her feel better?"

"Then you're pretty good? You punched a weak little girl, and you were all put on the ground. Are you worthy of the eight hundred one-night bed room?"

"You know a woolen thread, you can't communicate slowly with feelings, don't you?"

"Well, I don't bother to talk about you, hurry up, I'll go to the bus stop and wait for you."

After hanging up the phone, Ding Shuo locked the door of the store, put up a sign saying "I have something to do today, business is closed", and rode a motorcycle to the bus stop west of the intersection of Antique Street and Bishui Road to wait for Gao Zirui.

After waiting for about five or six minutes, a tall, thin, dangling young man walked out of the bus with a yawn.

He looks pretty handsome, with a pigtail, and a standard scumbag face. He has stayed up all night for a long time, dark circles under his eyes are a bit serious, and he looks a little haggard.

When he saw Ding Shuo, he came up and touched his belly: "Da Shuo, are you okay? Why didn't I see Ding Shuo for a week, so I lost my belly?

About the socks, Ding Shuo couldn't explain it yet, so he had to say to Gao Zirui with a mysterious face: "Isn't this losing weight recently? I have to change my image."

Gao Zirui sneered: "Puff~~ You don't want to be a duck, what kind of image do you want? Or finding ways to earn more money is the kingly way. When it comes to money, what kind of job is it? One thousand a day? Move bricks?"

"Move some wool..."

"Moving wool is also possible." Gao Zirui rolled up his sleeves and showed off his biceps that he had trained by beating the king and eating chicken.

"Get in the car!" Ding Shuo was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, stepped directly on the motorcycle parked on the side of the road, and asked Gao Zirui who was riding up: "It's already past twelve o'clock, let's find a place to eat something first..."

"Okay, listen to you." Gao Zirui agreed. He was called by Ding Shuo. Before he had time to eat breakfast, he was already hungry.

"Go to Kunpeng Tower for seafood? Or Qingrihai for food? Or let's go to No. 77 Yard for cooking, right?"

"Stop making a fuss and go eat ramen. If you feel uneasy, just give me five more beef." Gao Zirui yawned and didn't take Ding Shuo's proposal to heart, just the one he just said. In three places, the average per capita is more than 500.

Only those who are full will go to that place.

But Ding Shuo didn't joking with him. He couldn't eat two bowls of 10 yuan ramen and give the waiter a 1,000 tip, right?

Will be beaten.

So Ding Shuo decided to take Gao Zirui to No. 77 courtyard without authorization.

It is said that the chefs in that small courtyard have an annual salary of more than one million, and every dish there is the best of the gourmet food.

Of course, the price of the dishes is also a bit expensive.

Also, the position is a bit off, it takes about 20 minutes to ride a motorcycle.

"Dashuo, where are you taking me?"

"Court No. 77, didn't you have long wanted to eat spicy duck head? It is said that his family makes the most authentic." Ding Shuo said slowly.

"Don't make trouble, no matter how authentic his family makes, we can't afford it. Do you know how much his spicy duck head costs?" Gao Zirui felt Ding Shuo was crazy.

"It doesn't matter how much he costs!"

"..." Gao Zirui wanted to say something, your boy is not big, his tone is not small, but he feels that this sentence is not suitable for Ding Shuo.

After all, they are all buddies, he has seen Ding Shuo look naked.

...

Courtyard 77.

From the outside, this is an ordinary farmhouse.

There is a well in the yard, and there are bunches of corn peppers hanging on the wall.

But after opening the curtains and walking in, the two people found that there was something special here.

There is no magnificent decoration, nor elegant and comfortable private rooms. There is only a super large circular table, which is common in small revolving hot pots and revolving sushi restaurants, but it is larger and can accommodate almost 50 or 60 people at the same time.

Kitchenware refrigerators and all kinds of fresh ingredients that have been cleaned are placed in the middle of the circular table. Several chefs are orderly cooking various dishes...

The sound of iron plate, pan-fried, steaming, slow stewing, and stir-frying is endless.

Although the environment is a bit noisy, it is full of fragrance.

The diners gathered around the table, like young birds waiting to be fed.

"I'm going to the No. 77 Yard, worthy of the 700 per capita. Did you win the lottery ticket? Bring me to such a luxurious place?" Gao Zirui couldn't help sniffing, smelling something The smell of the nose made the stomach growl screaming.

"How do you know I won the prize?" Ding Shuo smiled.

"Fuck, real or fake? How many did you hit?" Gao Zirui was secretly shocked.

"This number!" Ding Shuo stretched out two fingers.

"two thousand?"

"Add a w..."

"Twenty million!" Gao Zirui widened his eyes and covered his mouth. Although he couldn't believe it, he still asked expectantly, "Why are you going to accept the award? Take me!"

"I've gone, but as soon as I stepped onto the podium, I was stunned by urine..." Ding Shuo laughed.

"...Fuck, you actually played me!" Gao Zirui kicked Ding Shuo's ass lightly.

"Hehe, only fools like you can believe..."

"Two gentlemen, welcome to Courtyard No. 77, please follow me..."

It was said that coming early was not as good as coming by coincidence. When the two entered the small courtyard, they happened to check out a few diners, so there was no need to wait. The beautiful waiter led the way, and they sat down in two empty seats.

The beautiful waiter served them two sets of tableware, and two complimentary ice watermelon juice.

There is another rule of dining here, that is, you can’t order food, what the chef does what you eat.

However, it’s fun to watch the cooking of the master chefs while enjoying the deliciously colored and flavored food.

It's a bit like the assembly line of an art factory. The chef puts the cooked food on the plate, and then puts the food on the conveyor belt in an orderly manner for diners to choose.

And in order to ensure that the taste of each dish can reach the best condition, there is a timer every one meter on the conveyor belt.

The time starts when the dish is placed on the conveyor belt. If it exceeds 3 minutes, it will be torn off by the waiter and thrown away.

It can be regarded as a major feature of this store.

Although it sounds a bit wasteful, food waste is almost impossible here, because every dish here is often robbed as soon as it is put on the conveyor belt.

The luck of the two is particularly good today.

As soon as he sat down, the chef cooked a large pot of spicy duck heads, which were distributed on ten plates and sent to the conveyor belt.

Ding Shuo took a copy and put it in front of Gao Zirui.

There is a small clip on each plate, and the price of the dish will be recorded immediately after being picked up by the diners.

"Da Shuo, this is the most expensive duck head I have eaten in my life." Gao Zirui rubbed his hands and his saliva almost came out.

"Although you didn't win the jackpot, don't be polite to me, just let it go."

"Hey...then I'm really not being polite to you." Gao Zirui looked at the greasy spicy duck head and couldn't help swallowing. He couldn't wait to put on disposable dining gloves and grab one. Heat gobbled it up.

The stewed duck head is rotten but not greasy, and the spiciness is moderate. Even northerners can bear it.

Although it is badly cooked, it is not very juicy. It is a bit like a dry pot. It is especially enjoyable to chew, especially the duck tongue.

After one gnawed, he couldn't help but pick up the other one.

Ding Shuo was like duck heads. After waiting for a while, he took two old steamed mandarin fish from the conveyor belt: "Come on, try their signature dish."

"Thank you, I'll do it myself." Gao Zirui said vaguely with his mouth full of duck head.

It is said that this dish is cooked with iceberg spring water. The whole fish has its bones shaved. The fish is tender and delicious. The bottom is with lactone tofu, which is smooth and light.

Take another sip of their homemade chilled watermelon juice.

Gee, it's a perfect match.

One meal, the two ate for nearly an hour.

Of course, most of the time is waiting for dinner.

"How about it, are you full?" Ding Shuo took a sip of watermelon juice and asked Gao Zirui, whose cheeks were bulging and his mouth filled with crystal shrimp dumplings.

"Well, I'm full, I'm almost eating my throat. You said that I will have a meal here, and I will eat instant noodles in the future, and it will not taste the same as chewing wax?" Gao Zirui put down his chopsticks and patted the slightly bulging belly. Thinking, this meal costs two thousand yuan less, right?

During the meal for the two, the waitress standing by was careful and thoughtful, and helped them clean up the plates in time.

So when Ding Shuo got up to check out, he directly gave her a roll of stars. In the girl's shocked eyes, he smiled slightly and said in a voice that only a girl could hear: "I am very satisfied with your service. Tips for you."

If this sentence is heard by a third person, it will be full of imagination.

The guests who dine here are either rich or expensive. It is true that occasionally guests will tip the waiter a little, but it is really rare to get so many rewards at once.

"Ah sir, this...this is too much." The waitress looked at the money in her hand, a little at a loss. It was the first time that she received so many tips.

The opponent is not only generous, but also unassuming.

"Not much, accept it soon!" Ding Shuo didn't want to tip so much, but in order to successfully complete "Task 1", he could only swell his face and fill the fat man.

The checkout amount was 2156 Xingyuan, plus 1,000 yuan for a tip, which cost him more than 3,000 yuan, which was a little painful.

However, this meal also gave him a real understanding of what a rich man is.

If you let my mother know that she is such a prodigal, she must be chased all over the street with a broomstick.

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