Chapter 64 Shabu Shabu

Tsim Sha Tsui, a very ordinary old building.

On the off-white marble floor, some areas of the furniture have become moldy due to moisture.

In the small kitchen, the virtuous daughter is stewing a portion of quail protein fructose water. This is an ancestral delicacy of their family. It is a unique taste of their family. Smelling the familiar smell, the father-in-law can't help but think of that day.

summer.

The weather was very hot, and my wife was wearing a floral dress. Hong Kong was not developed at that time, and material life was far less rich than it is now, but it did not feel difficult at all.

How is it like now? Yesterday I went to a real estate company to look at houses by myself.

Good guy, after taking a quick look at the housing prices, I feel that half of my lifetime of hard work is worth half of an apartment.

This made my father-in-law click his tongue and marveled that house prices were rising too fast. If I had gritted my teeth and bought a few houses when I was young, wouldn't I have to make a fortune now?

"boom!"

The sound of the teapot falling on the table disrupted the father-in-law's contemplation. He glanced at his son-in-law who was sitting not far away with a reserved look on his face. Thinking about his daughter's instructions to him before entering the door, a look of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

He thought for a while and decided to give his daughter some face.

Picking up the freshly brewed tea from the table, the father-in-law took a sip and said, "Have you heard? Gandhi was taken to jail."

The son-in-law was stunned for a moment and looked at his father-in-law in surprise:

"Isn't it? He is the boss of the Triad."

People like to be in the limelight when they get older. Looking at his son-in-law's curious and doubtful eyes, the father-in-law couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, with a bit of pride in his eyebrows: "Are you doubting me? Let me tell you, I saw it with my own eyes last night,

Just in Kowloon, a large group of policemen came."

Just as the father-in-law finished speaking, the son-in-law scratched his head:

"Are you sure? How did I hear that I was arrested for massaging?"

This made my father-in-law frown. He snorted and subconsciously retorted:

"Who did you hear the fake news from?"

But what makes the father-in-law embarrassed is that the fussy son-in-law in front of him seems not to understand what he means, and directly retorts: "My brother-in-law, he is a policeman in Sham Shui Po. Yesterday, he was seconded to Tsim Sha Tsui to help, saying that he was rectifying the society.

atmosphere."

This made the father-in-law's eyes flash with embarrassment.

He went to see a house yesterday and played cards with his neighbors in the evening.

It was impossible to see the police capturing Gandhi.

He even knew the news when he went to the vegetable market this morning, and when he faced his son-in-law, he gave him a sure and sharp blow.

The somewhat embarrassed father-in-law forced himself to calm down and stared at the other person with threatening eyes:

"I think it was the police confidentiality agreement, so your brother-in-law didn't confess to you. What do you think?"

After all, it was my daughter who chose her, what can my father-in-law do?

But what he didn't expect was that there seemed to be something wrong with this son-in-law's head. Instead of restraining himself, he looked smug: "How is it possible? He doesn't dare to lie to me. After all, my father has not agreed to let my sister marry yet."

give him."

Seeing the proud and proud look on his son-in-law's face, the father-in-law felt resentful in his heart. He wanted to say something to his son-in-law - Aren't you afraid that I won't let my daughter marry you?

Fortunately, the next moment, the daughter who was cooking soup came out of the kitchen, and slapped her son-in-law on the back of the head:

"boom!"

A hint of helplessness and tenderness flashed in his eyes:

"Shut up, you idiot."

The son-in-law scratched his head and looked at his daughter innocently, the confusion in his eyes seemed to say - why did you hit me?

The daughter ignored it, glared at her boyfriend, and then shook her head helplessly:

"Dad, don't be as knowledgeable as him. He sometimes has a bad head."

Looking at his daughter and then his son-in-law, the father-in-law sighed with a complicated mood: "Well, I can see it."

"Gudu Gudu~"

In the off-white porcelain basin, milky white soup bubbles under the heat of the charcoal fire at the bottom.

Han Chen put a piece of mutton roll inside, rinsed it twice, and put it directly into his mouth without adding any seasoning. A smile appeared on his face: "It's delicious. It's still Wen Zheng. You know where?"

The shabu-shabu is the best.”

Wen Zheng rolled his eyes and looked at Han Chen sarcastically:

"I don't have a good appetite, so it would be better to eat some vegetables."

As he said that, he picked up a piece of vegetable and put it into his mouth.

Today is the second day after Gandhi was arrested. The three people here are all the top bosses in Hong Kong. They gathered together to discuss how to deal with Gandhi's problem.

Some wanted to help Gandhi, others wanted to settle the matter, and the remaining one was trying to make peace.

Both sides have their own reasons. Wen Zheng is the youngest among the three people present. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Gandhi fell into the hands of the Ni family this time.

Wen Zheng was the youngest and the weakest among them all. He helped Gandhi not because he had a good relationship with Gandhi, but because he was worried that after the Ni family took care of Gandhi, he would be the next person to take care of him.

The one who was unwilling to help Gandhi was Guohua. He was the oldest among them all and his power was second only to Gandhi.

He actually wanted to help Gandhi, but the problem was that this time Gandhi fell not in the hands of the Ni family, but in the hands of the Xiangjiang police, and it was also caused by the rebellion of one of Gandhi's men named Pineapple Boy.

Guohua was unwilling to wade into this dirty water. After all, this was not the Ni family but the official family.

Even if he wanted to cause trouble, he could only find trouble with the police, but it was impossible to find trouble with the Ni family. If the two sides really fought, it would be the Ni family who would get the advantage in the end.

As for niggas?

He didn't have any big ideas. If everyone was willing to help Gandhi, he would definitely contribute.

If everyone was not willing to help Gandhi, he would certainly not be in the limelight.

That is to say, when the two sides were arguing, it was similar to the scene a few years ago. When everyone was eating shabu-shabu, Han Chen came over with a smile, which made everyone secretly curse "Smiling Tiger!"

Han Chen didn't care, he had a kind smile on his face like Maitreya Buddha:

"What a coincidence. Looking at my body shape, you can tell that I like to eat meat."

Wen Zheng is the youngest among the three, and compared to the other two, his Qi-nurturing skills are the worst.

Seeing Han Chen's cheerful look, Wen Zheng's eyes flashed with anger, and he slapped the table and asked:

"Okay, stop playing with these nonsense, Achen, what do you and Axiao mean?"

As Wen Zheng launched his attack, he looked at the eyes of the other two looking at him.

Han Chen shrugged, picked up a spoon, took a spoonful of soup, and took a sip: "Don't look at me, Gandhi's affairs have nothing to do with me. As you know, Mr. Ni and I are both good citizens. Do you eat meat?"

?”

Wen Zheng frowned subconsciously and said directly:

"I'm not hungry."

Han Chen ignored it. He turned the spoon twice in the porcelain basin. Looking at the relatively clear bottom of the pot and the meat and vegetables on the table, he put down the spoon with emotion:

"It's a pity that I ate the only piece of meat in the pot."

Then he turned to look at the Guohua nigga next to him. With a smile like the Maitreya Buddha, he said pointedly: "Nigger, Guohua, are you hungry? Although the meat is gone, there are still so many dishes on the table.

, very delicious.”

There was meat on the table, and there were two large plates. Except for the piece Han Chen ate at the beginning, nothing else was touched.

After all, everyone is here to discuss things today, not to eat.

There is obviously something in Han Chen's words.

The wily Guohua reacted the fastest. If the table in front of him was compared to Gandhi, the mutton and vegetables around him would be Gandhi's corpse.

When Han Chen said that the meat was gone, he meant that the Ni family wanted to eat Gandhi's meat. The piece of meat that the other party ate immediately showed that he would share a lot of good things with the Ni family, but this did not mean that the other three families would

No need to eat.

Because in addition to meat, there are also vegetables and a pot of delicious soup on the table!

So the next moment, a smile appeared on Guohua's face. He enthusiastically put the vegetables in front of him into the pot: "We are all good friends. It's difficult to get together. Wen Zheng, let me help you boil some vegetables."

The nigger next to him also reacted very quickly. He actually didn't care whether he was eating meat or vegetables. What he was thinking was that since the Ni family was willing to share Gandhi with him, did it mean that the relationship between the two parties could be eased?

Everyone can clearly see the momentum of the Ni family in recent years.

The nigger doesn't want to end up with him one day, plus he has no conflict with the Ni family, so this is a good opportunity for him.

So the next moment, the nigger also poured the vegetables in front of him into the boiling pot. His previously stiff expression instantly became enthusiastic: "Yes, eat vegetables, eat vegetables! Their soup base is real

Very good!”

Wen Zheng's face was ugly. There was already one missing Gandhi, and now there were two more rebels. He was so angry that he wanted to overturn the table in front of him.

But looking at Guohua and Nigga mingling with Han Chen, Wen Zheng still didn't dare to lift the table.

Again, he is the weakest among all the people here.

He wanted to lift the table, but the table was too heavy and he couldn't lift it!

PS: One more update. I got vaccinated in the afternoon and went home to take a nap.

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