N-A-A 236 Is Still Your Best! (Please Subscribe And Customize)
236 Is Still Your Best! (Please Subscribe And Customize)
Still a familiar restaurant.
Still a familiar taste.
He is still familiar with Big Brother Qilu!
As soon as he saw Liang Shan and Fang Sijin coming in, he immediately came out with a smile on his face, grabbed Liang Shan's hand and said:
"Little brother, you haven't come here for a while, sit inside!"
Look at that enthusiasm.
It seems that he is very familiar with Liang Shan.
Fang Sijin teased him:
"Brother Zhang, didn't you meet him once, it's as if you knew him like a real brother!"
The boss smiled and said:
"Some people, you will be impressed once you meet them, just like little brother Liang Shan, it makes people feel like old friends at first sight!"
"Go, brother, there are few people today, I will accompany you for a drink or two later!"
finished.
He and Liang Shan walked shoulder to shoulder into the box.
Seeing this, Fang Sijin pursed her mouth and said dissatisfiedly:
"Well, I've become an outsider!"
After entering the box.
After exchanging pleasantries with them, the boss pointed to the West Wing and said in a low voice:
"Guo Baylor is drinking alone in that room, Sijin, do you want to go over and talk to him?"
Fang Sijin rubbed her stomach, pursed her lips and said:
"Wait a minute, I'll eat something first, it's still the third one!"
"okay!"
The boss agreed and went out with a smile.
Liang Shan asked curiously:
"Who is Gobele?"
Fang Sijin approached him, lowered his voice and said:
"He, he's just a street slicker!"
A?957
street skater?
Liang Shan was taken aback and asked:
"Hearing this name, he should not be an ordinary person. Why did he become a street slut?"
Fang Sijin took a sip of tea slowly, and then explained:
"He is an authentic son of the Eight Banners, the grandson of the last emperor's younger brother, and belongs to the standard declining nobles."
"This kind of person has eyes on the top of his head, can't let go of his superior airs, and disdains to go to work. It's a pity that the ideal is full and the reality is very skinny!"
"So, his life is just eating his old book, selling almost all the family property left by his ancestors, no,"
Speaking of which.
Fang Sijin was a little proud, and whispered:
"The big bill I told you about is his family's ancestral house, the grand palace with three entrances and three exits, more than 10,000 square meters!"
Liang Shan suddenly realized, nodded and said:
"Oh, so that's the case, then he is indeed a street guy!
really.
When the dynasties changed.
For some voluntary defectors, following the principle of surrendering their guns and not killing them, not only did they not confiscate all their property.
The opposite of.
And leave some ancestral property for them and future generations!
Someone took advantage of this advantage to start a business and became a wealthy Tian Hao.
(adbd) There are also people who are complacent, lying at home and living on their laurels.
In the end, there was nothing to sell.
I can only rent and live in a small alley, living a life like a parasite.
but.
At least this Gobele has a big yard!
As long as the shot is successful.
At least it can ensure that generations of descendants will have no worries about food and clothing!
correct!
Big courtyard with three entrances and three exits!
Hear here.
Liang Shan suddenly had an idea.
If you buy it yourself, it will be refurbished at that time, and all of them will be built into a two-story row of antique buildings.
Then get pavilions, rockery gardens.
right!
A large swimming pool is indispensable!
There must be a gym and sports field too!
When Sister Xiaomeng has a baby, she will be able to play in the yard with the baby without leaving home!
By the time.
Let Song Qian, Xiao Meng, Wang Manni, Gu Jia, and Yao Lan all move in.
Isn't it the most beautiful mansion in all of Kyoto?
It is much more magnificent than those two-story villas built by developers!
One thought here.
A smug smile appeared on Liang Shan's face, and he almost laughed out loud.
Seeing his strange expression.
Dementia.
Fang Sijin asked curiously:
"What are you thinking, smiling so happily?"
Liang Shan wiped the saliva overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and said solemnly:
"It's nothing, I had a good dream last night, and I suddenly remembered it just now!"
"cut!"
Fang Sijin said unconvinced:
"Let you do a better job tonight!"
Liang Shan gave her a pat on the head, teasingly said:
"That depends on your ability, whether you can serve me comfortably!"
During the conversation.
The waiter has already brought up the third dish.
Looking at the oily and golden grilled chicken, Fang Sijin couldn't help but whet his appetite, picked up a piece of chicken that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, put it in his mouth, and said full of praise:
"Well, it's really delicious. Our Qilu grilled chicken is delicious..."
Didn't chew a few bites.
She raised her head suddenly, winked at Liang Shan, and said something out of nowhere:
"However, no matter how delicious the chicken is, it's not as good as yours!"
puff!
Caught off guard.
Liang Shan spit out all the tea that he just drank into his mouth.
My dear!
If this woman plays a hooligan.
It's really not something ordinary people can afford.
but.
Liang Shan is not a vegetarian either, raised his eyebrows and said:
"Why, do you want to eat one here?"
Say it.
The gesture is about to close the door.
Seeing this, Fang Sijin hurriedly grabbed him, and said softly:
"No, no, no, if someone sees you, you'll be ashamed to death!"
"Hahaha.……"
Seeing her pale face, Liang Shan suddenly smiled gleefully.
playing dirty with me?
You are still young!
present.
The two talked and laughed, and the dining table was full of laughter.
after eating.
Fang Sijin suddenly pulled Liang Shan's hand, and said mysteriously:
"Come with me!"
Liang Shan didn't know why, so he asked:
"Where are you going?"
Fang Sijin pointed at the wing room and said with a smile:
"Go and meet that street sneaker!"
All right!
I mean exactly that!
Liang Shan got up and followed her out of the box door.
In the West Wing.
A thin middle-aged man sat alone at the table, raising his wine glass from time to time and taking a sip.
I saw him wearing a gray traditional Chinese cardigan, with a fair complexion, and his hair combed back meticulously.
The neck and wrists are full of ornaments such as beeswax, Amber and agate.
It is worth a lot of money at first glance.
Look sharply.
He must be a very refined gentleman.
However.
Take a closer look.
His fair face reveals a strong sickness and tiredness.
Still murmuring softly:
"Hey, people live for a lifetime, and the grass and trees fall in autumn. I live to be forty-five years old in this life. I am ashamed of my ancestors and my wife and children. Should I continue...
sound.
It seems to have a taste of world-weariness.
The words are not finished.
Tears glistened in his eyes, and when he picked up the wine glass, he was about to drink away his sorrow.
Sudden.
Bang, bang, bang!
There were three knocks on the door.
The middle-aged man quickly wiped away his tears, and asked impatiently:
"Who is it?"
The boss and guys here know his rules.
Drink by yourself.
Don't bother those who are idle.
It's always been like this.
Why would someone interrupt my drinking today?
ps: The New Year is approaching, I wish all the readers who are on the journey and have returned home have a safe journey, everything goes well, joy and health!.