Luo Yang has been sitting in the state-owned restaurant near the school for half an hour. He is alone today.

In fact, he wanted to find Song Yuanchao a few days ago, but he never made up his mind. Today, he finally decided to ask Song Yuanchao out for a meal to meet and chat, but who would have thought that this guy would disappear as soon as the get out of class was over? Luo Yang went to the dormitory I walked around but couldn't find anyone, so I happened to bump into Li Xiaoyun on campus who was going to the library.

Facing Li Xiaoyun, Luo Yang actually had lingering fears. After all, Li Xiaoyun had left such a deep impression on him last time. He had never suffered a loss at the hands of that girl since he was a child. Li Xiaoyun could be said to be the first and only one.

Originally Luo Yang didn't want to trouble Li Xiaoyun, who knew how this girl would fight against him when she saw him? But this matter had been delayed for several days, Luo Yang felt a little anxious, and had no choice but to ask Li Xiaoyun, and prepared it for him

Li Xiaoyun was prepared to mock a few words.

Who would have thought that Li Xiaoyun today would be different from what Luo Yang imagined. When Luo Yang told Li Xiaoyun that he had something urgent to do with Song Yuanchao, but could not find him, Li Xiaoyun readily agreed without much thought and asked Luo Yang to go to the hotel first.

Waiting.

Li Xiaoyun's attitude surprised Luo Yang, and it also changed Luo Yang's feelings towards Li Xiaoyun. I don't know what happened, but on the way to the hotel, Luo Yang suddenly felt that Li Xiaoyun was a pretty good girl. Although she was outspoken, she was willing to help others. Compared with other hypocritical people,

The girls are much stronger.

When he arrived at the hotel, Luo Yang asked for a private room and sat there smoking a cigarette and waiting quietly for Song Yuanchao, while thinking about his own affairs.

Time passed by, and it was more than half an hour in the blink of an eye, but Song Yuanchao was still nowhere to be seen. Just when Luo Yang was wondering whether he had been deceived by Li Xiaoyun, the girl deliberately promised him but then let go in the blink of an eye, the door curtain was lifted.

, looked up and saw Song Yuanchao arriving.

Standing up subconsciously, Luo Yang, as the landlord who was entertaining guests, should greet Song Yuanchao warmly, but for a moment Luo Yang didn't know how to speak.

"Sorry, I just came back and saw Xiaoyun. She said you were looking for me." Song Yuanchao smiled and greeted Luo Yang: "I went out for a while to do something earlier. You really should have told me if you had anything to do with me. If it weren't for me,

If you came back early, you would have waited in vain today."

With that said, Song Yuanchao sat down next to Luo Yang, unceremoniously picked up the cigarette Luo Yang put on the table, took out a cigarette and lit it, looked at the empty table and asked: "You haven't ordered yet? By the way, today

What do you want me to eat?"

I don't know what happened. Luo Yang, who was still thinking about how to talk to Song Yuanchao earlier, looked at Song Yuanchao's carefree attitude and his attitude of not treating himself as an outsider. The scene last time in Dashilar came to mind, and he suddenly felt angry.

Find a place.

"It's not decided yet. I won't wait until you come." Luo Yang said calmly.

"It's true that you called me over without thinking about what to eat. I originally planned to start eating when I arrived. What time is it already and I'm really hungry." Song Yuanchao said, got up and walked out.

He came back after a while: "Okay, I asked, the mutton-shabu here is good, we will eat this today, do you want to drink alcohol? A bottle of Erguotou?"

Luo Yang discovered that Song Yuanchao seemed to have a hobby of overshadowing the guests, not only in the class committee election, but also in Dashilan last time, and again today.

He subconsciously wanted to open his mouth to refute, but as he spoke, he remembered the purpose of meeting Song Yuanchao today, so he swallowed the words back and nodded with a wry smile.

Autumn has already entered, and as the weather gets colder, it is customary for old Yanjing people to eat mutton-boiled meat. Moreover, mutton-boiled meat is also a specialty in Yanjing, and everyone doesn’t like it. Song Yuanchao directly ordered two kilograms of mutton and added a little more.

The table was full of cabbage, potato chips, etc. I opened a bottle of Erguotou and filled it for myself and Luo Yang respectively. I clinked the glasses and took a sip, then put down the glasses without saying a word, rolled up my sleeves and started eating.

Seeing that Song Yuanchao was beginning to be in trouble, Luo Yang was not far behind. He had seen how strong Song Yuanchao's fighting power was in Dashilar. It was just the two of them today. If Song Yuanchao eats more meat, he will have to eat less. Isn't this a disadvantage?

Besides, people nowadays have big appetites. Let alone two kilograms of mutton, even one more kilogram might not be enough for the two of them.

Let me tell you an interesting story. In the early 1980s, Lao Ma, a collector, and Lao Wang, a man from the cultural circle, took a few friends to eat hotpot mutton. As soon as they walked in, they ordered twenty kilograms, which shocked the restaurant salesperson and made people even more shocked.

What was surprising was that they actually ate all the twenty kilograms of mutton. Not only that, they also drank a lot of wine, which is enough to show the terrifying appetite of people nowadays.

Although this state-owned restaurant is ordinary and not as famous as Donglaishun, the handmade mutton slices are made with excellent craftsmanship. The slices are as thin as cicada wings. In addition, the old-fashioned copper pot has charcoal burning under it and the pot is rolling.

Hold the steaming clear soup with chopsticks and gently swipe it, then dip it in the ingredients and put it in your mouth. There is no hint of mutton at all, only a mouthful of delicious mutton.

Later generations of the Song Yuan Dynasty had eaten a lot of mutton-shabu, whether it was the mutton-shabu from old Yanjing, Sichuan province, or the Dabianlu from the south, etc., but none of them could compare with today's simple mutton-shabu meal.

Maybe it was due to the time or the difference in ingredients, but anyway, Song Yuanchao ate so much anhydrous food that he ate it heartily. In the blink of an eye, the two of them emptied the pot of mutton, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Here, have a drink!" Song Yuanchao gestured to Luo Yang with a smile as he picked up the wine glass beside him.

Luo Yang swallowed the mutton in his mouth hard and raised his wine glass to touch it with Song Yuanchao.

"Hiss... to eat Lao Yanjing's hotpot, you have to drink this kind of Erguotou, it's so refreshing!" After taking a big sip, Song Yuanchao couldn't help but sigh.

"This is a must!" Speaking of the traditions of old Yanjing, Luo Yang, as a Yanjing native, naturally has a sense of pride. In his opinion, where in the world is there a better place in Yanjing? In fact, this is also the feeling of Shanghai people.

Almost, in the eyes of Shanghai and Hainan people, there is probably no place better than Shanghai in the world.

People are like this. No matter how good they are, their hometown is the best, even if it is Song Yuanchao or Luo Yang. After a plate of mutton and two glasses of wine, the topic between the two gradually opened up.

"By the way, why are you so anxious to see me today?" Song Yuanchao used chopsticks to rinse a piece of meat, dipped it in the ingredients and put it in his mouth. While chewing, he asked Luo Yang beside him.

"Actually, it's nothing..." Luo Yang said subconsciously, and then added: "It's just what happened at my friend's store last time. I talked to him about what you mentioned during the last meal, and he thought it made sense.

, I have been thinking about this matter these days, but I am still not sure about some things, so I asked you to ask you."

"Oh, that's it." Song Yuanchao smiled, glanced at Luo Yang meaningfully, then picked up a piece of mutton, threw it into the pot, and fished it out with these chopsticks: "For such a little thing, you can just come to me directly at school.

Do you still have to treat me like this? What’s my relationship with you? Do you and I need to be so polite? Let’s not talk about Yanzi, let’s talk about your sister. For your sister’s sake, I have to help you no matter what!”
Chapter completed!