Xiao Feng looked at the grilled wings on the plate, grabbed a skewer, bite hard, and gave a thumbs up: "It's not bad, it still tastes the same."

Fat Brother smiled a few times: "Haha, it's the exclusive formula."

Xiao Feng put down his chicken wings and pulled the bench next to him: "Come on, Fat Brother, sit down, let's have a few drinks."

"Okay." The fat man was also a cheerful person, not very pretentious. He sat on the small stool and turned around and shouted, "Little Wolf, hurry up and bake."

"Now." The little wolf replied.

Xiao Feng poured beer and handed it to the fat man: "Brother Fat, I haven't eaten your roasted wings for more than four years."

"These two brothers come often, and I have also inquired about you. Alas, why are you missing one? That young man with silver hair?" The fat man grinned with a glass of wine.

Xiao Feng knew that the fat man was talking about Zhang Yu, and smiled: "He was on a business trip and he would not be back after a while. Fat Brother, come, let's go first."

"Haha, OK." The fat man raised his wine glass, clinked a glass with Xiao Feng, blew the foam on it, and tilted his head to drink.

I have to say that these street barbecue bosses are usually the ones who can drink alcohol. Some acquaintances come to eat barbecue and always ask the boss to drink two glasses. Don’t underestimate two glasses of beer. There are too many acquaintances. Drinking ten or eight glasses in one night is like playing. Even if they drink beer, they still have to work hard to barbecue. Therefore, it’s not okay to have a bad alcohol tolerance.

Seeing that the fat man was so happy, Xiao Feng laughed: "Haha, Fat Brother, I can still drink it so much if I haven't seen him for a few years." As he said that, he also killed the beer in the glass.

"Brother, what's your name?" the fat man asked embarrassedly.

"Xiao Feng, haha." Xiao Feng said casually.

The fat man was stunned and said to himself: "I seem to have heard someone say this name."

"Haha, there are many people with the same name." Xiao Feng poured a glass of wine for the fat man: "Brother Fat, your roasted chicken wings are so delicious."

"This is nothing. The crafts passed down from above, brother, I didn't brag about you. We'll turn it up for generations, but the imperial chefs in the palace, alas, all the craftsmanship has been lost, and now there is only the recipe for roasting wings."

Xiao Feng gave a thumbs up: "No wonder it's so delicious."

The girls also nodded, saying that they were very delicious. They had thrown away their weight loss plans for the time being and ate them first.

"Little Wolf, I'll invite these brothers to skewer wings." The fat man turned around and shouted.

Xiao Feng waved his hand quickly: "Brother Fat, you are a small business, why are you still treating us? I have to give you money later, otherwise I won't come to eat in the future."

Ten strings of golden grilled wings were sent up again, and the heat was still venting, making people drool.

"Where is the boss, find us a place to sit down." Suddenly, an arrogant voice sounded.

Xiao Feng and others, who were chatting happily, shut up and followed the sound. They saw more than a dozen young men standing in front of the stall, all of whom were bare-armed, with dragons and tigers on their bodies, and they were obviously confused on the road.

"Where is a person, fucking, is there anyone who can speak?" When a bald young man stared at triangular eyes, his cold eyes swept across the stall, and finally landed on Xiao Feng's table. When he noticed the beauties, his eyes lit up. It was the best.

The fat man noticed the bald young man's eyes and was afraid of any conflict, so he hurriedly said to Xiao Feng: "I'll arrange them, you can continue eating."

"Yeah." Xiao Feng nodded, and did not go to see the gangsters, and lowered his head to eat his own roasted wings.

The fat man walked quickly towards the bald young man with a smile on his face: "Haha, everyone wants something to eat."

"You are the boss." The bald young man asked with his eyes slanted.

The fat man is a businessman and is concerned with making money with kindness. Although the bald young man's eyes made him feel unhappy, he did not show any signs of his face. He smiled and nodded: "Well, I'm the boss."

"Come on, arrange a few tables for us." The bald young man patted the fat man on the shoulder.

"Brother, here is full, why don't you go to another house to have a look?" The fat man smiled.

"Full." The bald young man expressed his expression: "I'm paralyzed, I'm going to eat here today. Fatty, go and have thirty skewers of grilled wings for me immediately. We'll find a place to make it ourselves."

As soon as the fat man was about to say something, he was pushed away by the bald young man. He shook his body and glanced at the audience arrogantly: "I have finished eating, have you finished eating, get out immediately."

"Who the hell are you? If you let us go, will we go?" The seven or eight young men who were eating barbecue were not used to the problem, so they stood up with beer bottles.

The bald young man was confronted and his face was a little uneasy: "Cao, I'm a three-eyed wolf, have you heard of it?" As he said that, he pulled out a sharp knife about ten centimeters from his back.

As the bald young man pulled out his sword, the gangsters around him also drew out their weapons, and all the sharp swords flashed with cold light.

Seeing a conflict about to happen, the fat man hurriedly stood in the middle: "Everyone, can we make a move? It's better to make friends than to bleed."

"Fatty, get out of here." The bald young man held the knife on the fat man's neck and said with a grim voice.

Maybe it was because I had seen too many gangsters fighting, and the fat man was not afraid and still laughed: "Brother, let's discuss it well, don't use the knife."

"Don't discuss it, damn it, everyone stand up and get out of here. I'll give it a break tonight." The bald man shouted extremely arrogantly.

When opening a barbecue stall on the street, most of the customers are these gangsters who are mixed on the road. Those white-collar and gold-collar workers in suits and tie rarely come to sit on small beer and brag. However, these gangsters often start fighting because they have drunk too much, making the scene awkward. Therefore, these bosses love and hate gangsters.

Seeing that this side could not settle it, the bald man could only look at the seven or eight young men on the other side, "Xiao Li, give Fat Brother a face, how about it? All the money for tonight is spared."

This group of young people are all old customers here, and they are familiar with the fat people at ordinary times, especially now that they are at a disadvantage in numbers and weapons, so they naturally took advantage of the steps, "Okay, Fat Brother, let's give you a face."

"I am a fat man, thank you everyone." The fat man bowed.

"Three-eyed wolf, right? Don't let me meet you again in the future. Damn, brothers, let's go." The young man in front of him threw down the scene and was about to leave.

The bald young man sneered: "Cao, if I hadn't been to do business tonight, I would have bleeded you and took out the intestines and stroked it."

"Everyone, they are all gone, you guys just sit here." The fat man whispered.

The bald young man put away his knife and nodded: "Well, thirty skewers of grilled wings, one hundred skewers of lamb..."

After the fat man wrote it down, he carried a few dozen beers and then turned around to work hard.

"Three-eyed Wolf, have you heard of this name?" Guo Jia spit out a chicken bone and asked at Huo Tian and Lin Mo.

Huo Tian smiled contemptuously: "I haven't heard of a bunch of trash."

"Boss, what the hell is this beer, are there any Qingdao beer?" the bald young man shouted.

"No, it's all like this." The fat man shook his head.

The bald young man slapped the table hard: "Damn, there is not even Qingdao beer." As he said that, his eyes fell on the girls, he stood up in a rippling manner and walked towards him.

When the younger brothers saw the boss standing up, they naturally surrounded him and walked towards him. Everyone had some thoughts in their hearts. It was impossible for the boss to control so many beauties overnight, and they could get one of them.

"Hey, brothers, stop making trouble." The fat man saw that the bald young man was about to go over, so he hurriedly stood in the middle.

"Get out." The bald young man grabbed the fat man's collar and pulled him back.

With a squeak, the fat man's shirt was torn to pieces, revealing his fat body. However, what surprised everyone the most was that the fat man actually had a tattoo on his chest.

Although it was said that at night, the lights were absolutely bright enough, so the tattoo on the fat man’s chest was reflected in everyone’s eyes, domineering and absolutely domineering. A giant hand stretched out from the fat man’s heart, lifelike and domineering.

In the palm of his hand, he was holding a bloody heart. At first glance, the heart seemed to be beating, bang bang bang bang... It was particularly shocking. Even Xiao Feng glared at his eyes. What surprised him was not the tattoo of the giant hand, but a special symbol in the heart, as dark as ink.

"Ye, fat man, I didn't expect you to have sex before. Come and hold him with a knife." The bald young man reacted and snorted coldly.

Several little brothers took out sharp knives and put them on the fat man's neck. The cold blade made the smile on the fat man's face disappear, "Three-eyed wolf, isn't it good to be harmonious and make money?"

"Damn it, shut up." The bald young man cursed and walked to Xiao Feng's table: "Brother, let me get somewhere."

"Why?" Huotian replied coldly.

"Is it OK with the knife in my hand?" The bald young man arrogantly slapped the sharp knife on the table, picked up a skewer of grilled chicken wings and started gnawing.

"Beauties, how about we make friends?" said the bald young man stepping on a small stool and grilled wings in his mouth.

The other girls didn't say anything, but Huo Wu was not afraid of anything. She stood up with beer and shook her head with a smile: "It's not OK."

"Why."

"Because you are so ugly." Huo Wu finished speaking, took a sip of wine and pointed a sip of wine on the bald young man's face.

The bald young man's eyes flashed with anger and raised his hand to wipe the wine on his face: "Girl, you are so angry with me. Tonight, I will make you happy."

"Go home and have fun looking for your mother." Huo Wu snorted.

The bald young man smiled evilly and reached out to grab Huo Wu's chest: "You are my mother."

At this moment, Xiao Feng took action. He had a chicken wing left in his hand and inserted it hard on the back of the bald young man's hand and penetrated it out of the palm of his hand.

"Ah." The bald young man screamed in pain and reached out to grab the sharp knife on the table. But Xiao Feng didn't give him a chance.

The iron chisel was pulled out of his palm and landed on his other hand again. With such a strong force, he nailed his hand directly to the table, and the blood instantly wet the table.
Chapter completed!