Professional chow mein for 30 years

But let's not say it, this song is so fucking magical.

Sitting on the sofa, Bo Huan couldn't help swaying his body. Gu Jun was excited, took a bottle of wine and drank slowly.

That person sat next to Bo Huan, neither showing off nor persuading him to drink, and Bo Huan still felt uncomfortable.Guo Peilin dumped all the wads of money to the handsome cowherd, and red Mao grandpas were scattered everywhere.

The handsome cowboy smiled and bent down to pick it up. The man in the shirt saw the money at his feet, and thought he would be an idiot if he didn't pick up the money dropped in the sky. Picked a piece of watermelon to eat.

Turning around, he found Gu Jun and Bo Huan looking at him together, and Bo Huan smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "Dude, you work part-time, right? This business is good!"

The man said with a cold face, "Go to the bathroom."

Zhang Chenguang took the opportunity to let the cowherd that Chen Yuanyuan had been stuffing money go out, and picked up his mobile phone to take pictures of Guo Peilin and Chen Yuanyuan's duet dance, from fantasticbaby to troublemaker.Bo Huan was excited to see how they danced, and thought that the world of female nerves was beyond his comprehension.

"I'm going to the toilet too." Bo Huan greeted Gu Jun, then went out of the private room, turned a corner and found the toilet.

His stomach felt very uncomfortable, and the popcorn was so sweet and greasy that he felt nauseous, and Bo Huan squatted by the toilet and vomited it all up with a loud crash.It was fine when his stomach was empty. Bo Huan was rinsing his mouth with water at the sink, but he still felt uncomfortable in his throat, so he simply lowered his head to the faucet and drank a couple of sips of water to swallow, so that his esophagus felt better.

After washing my face on a hot day, I want to blow dry again.In the toilet, Bo Huan didn't meet the soy sauce buddy just now, so he asked the waiter for directions and was about to go for a walk.This store is probably newly opened, and there are still debris left over from the decoration in the corner, and there are only a few people on the huge dance floor.

Unexpectedly, he saw Gu Jun at the door.

"What are you doing here?" It was impossible for Bo Huan not to go out just because Gu Jun was at the door.

"I see you haven't come back for so long. I didn't find it in the toilet, so I'm going to go out and have a look." Gu Jun said.

"I'll come out to blow some air." Bo Huan walked out of the bar, and squatted next to the flaming Roman column by the door, smoking a cigarette.

Gu Jun walked over and squatted down, looking at the boundless night, "You drank so much at the barbecue restaurant, are you okay?"

"There's nothing wrong with my stomach, but I have something in my heart." Bo Huan felt that what he said was as hypocritical as Chen Yuanyuan's, but he didn't have the awkwardness when he knew the final result before, instead he felt a kind of relief.

"I'm feeling bad!" Bo Huan said with a faint smile on his lips.

Gu Jun curled his lips, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, "Who are you kidding!"

Gu Jun suddenly laughed.

Bo Huan turned his head and looked at him inexplicably, "What are you thinking? You smile so lewdly!"

"I think it's interesting to meet that cowherd just now." Gu Jun made an excuse.

Bo Huan clicked his tongue, "I said Gu Jun, you don't have a dual card, do you?"

"Get out!" Gu Jun scolded.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Bo Huan swayed on the steps with his soles resting on his feet.Looking up, there is an extremely old stall on the opposite side of the East Palace. The entire sea-blue ceiling is so black that only the tip can clearly see the original color. The oil stains are two layers thicker than the light bulbs on the Bo Huan fried noodle stall. .There are four white squares hanging on the ceiling, a little far apart, and Bo Huan can't see what is written on them, but it is probably the signboard of the stall.

Looking down, Bo Huan saw a person he didn't even know well.

The buddy who worked part-time to pick up money just now.

Gu Jun also looked over, and said cheerfully, "It's a barbecue stand, why don't you go and eat some?"

"Go!" Bo Huan was bored and wanted to see what that buddy was doing.

Gu Jun and Bo Huan got up and went to stand in front of the stall.The part-time buddy's skewers were finished, the buddies looked back at Bo Huan and Gu Jun, took out a brand new card from his pocket and handed it to the boss who was grilling the skewers.

"Hey! Dude, you just picked up this money, right?" Bo Huan said casually, the part-time dude's money is the new version of banknotes, and Guo Peilin just threw a bunch of them in the private room.

"En." The buddy actually complied, grabbed a handful of meat skewers in his right hand, went into the shed, found a seat, sat down and started eating.

The owner of the skewers had a fierce face, a scar on his forehead, a greasy face and messy stubble hair. He looked at Bao Huan and Gu Jun who didn't order in front of the stall with displeasure, "What do you want to eat?"

Bo Huan looked up at the signboard of this stall. There were four large characters hanging on the ceiling: Brother Wang grilled skewers.The Huakang girl body with black characters on a white background, printed on A3 paper, has passed the plastic.There is a small red seal on the upper left side of the word Wang, and if you look closely, it is the inscribed authentic word.The entire signboard was fastened to the oilcloth shed with small pins, crooked like a Huakang girl's body on paper.

...Brother, can you wash the ceiling with such delicate thoughts?

Bo Huan was complaining in his heart, but he didn't feel Wang Ge's increasingly unfriendly eyes. Gu Jun was under great pressure and hurriedly ordered, "Ten skewers of mutton skewers!"

Brother Wang was satisfied and went to grill the skewers.

Holding the skewer in one hand and the fan in the other, Brother Wang's movement of sprinkling seasonings on the meat skewers is extraordinarily gentle, rigorous and rigid.It's a pity that Bo Huanzheng didn't notice when he was talking to Gu Jun.Brother Wang was very dissatisfied in his heart that no one appreciated his movements like a martial arts master, and decided to kill these two people to vent his anger.

After grilling the skewers, he handed them to Bo Huan. Brother Wang put his head down and filled the tank with charcoal, "20 yuan a skewer! 200 yuan!"

Bo Huan, who was holding the skewers to his mouth, almost choked to death. He went back and forth to read the ten skewers of mutton. Yuan Yichuan is simply a steal.

Bo Huan himself was a peddler, and he was gearing up to use Chen Yuanyuan's eloquence to argue with Brother Wang.However, Gu Jun felt that Brother Wang was not easy to mess with. A group of bastards who came out of nowhere could tell.

Gu Jun grabbed Bo Huan's shoulder and pulled it back. He smiled and took out his wallet to give money, but when he pulled the wallet, it was empty.

"If I remember correctly." Bo Huan chewed the mosquito meat slowly.

No matter how unscrupulous a small street vendor pretends to be mutton with rat meat, they will soak the mutton urine to get a bit of a smell. This kebab is obviously pork, so Bo Huan doesn't know what to say about Brother Wang's kebab.

"It seems that all your money has been given to Chen Yuanyuan." Bo Huan gloated.

Gu Jun clicked his tongue, and said helplessly, "I'm going to call you uncle, who is eating?"

"No money?!" After filling the charcoal, Brother Wang looked at Gu Junkong's wallet, and poked the black short poker into the charcoal fire, sparks and ashes floated straight up.

Bo Huan took a step back, and was about to say that I was rich, when a group of gangsters with colorful hair gathered behind the stall surrounded him, "Brother Wang, do you eat Bawang's meal?!"

Bo Huan slid over at a glance, red orange yellow green blue blue purple, as if seeing neon lights in front of his eyes.Brother Wang waved his hand, with the unique temperament of a gangster brother, "It's a small matter, no one in the new district dares to eat my Overlord's meal."

Bo Huan was shocked.

"Did you bring your mobile phone?" The yellow-haired boy handed Brother Wang a cigarette, and Wang took it directly, and the red-haired boy carefully lit it. Wang took a puff, exhaled a smoke ring, and casually asked Bo Huan and the others.

Bo Huan thought to himself, seeing that Gu Jun was about to take out his kidney, he quickly kicked him, took out the money from his pocket and handed it over: "Brother Wang, take the two hundred!"

Brother Wang looked at Bo Huan through the hazy smoke ring, Bo Huan's hand was still in the air, Brother Wang looked down at the money in Bo Huan's hand again, and said with disgust, "It's too old and too dirty."

The Huakang girl body on the signboard appeared before Bo Huan's eyes.

"Then what are you going to do?" Gu Jun was a little impatient.

As soon as Brother Wang flicked the cigarette, the little boy Huangmao ran back to the back, found something and ran back again, and handed it to Brother Wang lightly.

Brother Wang slapped the table next to the raw meat skewers.

"WeChat transfer!"

Gu Jun:...

Bo Huan:...

What the hell is this?

Gu Jun, unable to complain, took out his mobile phone to scan the QR code, and transferred 200 yuan to the past. When he saw the other party's WeChat name, his heart was even more powerless to complain.

Brother underworld king.

Gu Jun accidentally clicked on his avatar, and saw the latest news: The first month of the month has arrived, please pay the protection fee in the new district as soon as possible, Brother Wang spends [-] skewers and gets [-] free, and spends [-] to get two months of protection fees.

Gu Jun felt a mouthful of old blood constricting his chest.

Bo Huan gnawed at the little bit of minced meat on the bamboo stick, and seeing Gu Jun's expression of mustard and constipation on his face, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Gu Jun shook his head, "It's nothing."

Looking back, I vaguely heard Brother Wang teaching Huang Mao, "Be modern! Be smart! Wechat transfer 200 is just free of handling fees!"

The old blood that was stuffed in his chest spurted out in one gulp.

Gu Jun couldn't help but said to Bo Huan, "This brother Wang...is quite interesting..."

"The skewers are okay, but there's a little too much cumin," Bo Huan said.

The author has something to say: Our brother Wang is not a classmate without a story...