"What you are best at here is mutton steamed buns!" Zhuo Yifan said casually.
"Okay, is it two portions?" The master nodded quickly and asked.
"That's right, just two portions!" Zhuo Yifan nodded and said.
Zhuo Yun opened his mouth, trying to say that he was not hungry and did not want to eat. But in the end he swallowed the words that came to his lips.
"It seems that Third Brother often comes to a place like this to eat?" Zhuo Yifan said while he was free and had nothing to say.
"This...not often. Occasionally...occasionally!" Zhuo Yun explained with some embarrassment. He secretly said that he had stolen the chicken but lost the rice. He originally wanted to disgust Zhuo Yifan, but he didn't expect that this kid actually got it!
But to be honest, Zhuo Yifan has rarely had a meal at this roadside stall since arriving in the capital. I remember the last time he was in Hangzhou. But he is not opposed to this kind of roadside delicacies. After all,
He can be considered to be from a poor background. Even if he is rich now, he will not think there is anything bad about the things on the roadside! Zhuo Yun, on the other hand, deliberately wants to disgust himself, but now he is asking for trouble. Like him
Brother Zhonggong, I guess you really can’t get used to this kind of thing, right? There are quite a few words.
"By the way, how long will it take for us to go to Qinling Mountains?" Zhuo Yifan asked curiously.
"It's not far when we get to Chang'an. The Qinling Mountains are to the south of Chang'an. To go to the ancestral hall, we have to go through Chang'an and enter the Qinling Mountains. However, there will be a section of the mountain road in the later stage that cannot be driven by cars. Then we will have to get off the car and walk!
"Zhuo Yun explained with some helplessness.[
"Walking in the mountains at night?" Zhuo Yifan asked in surprise when he heard the words. At the same time, he vaguely felt the other party's intention. But the more he thought about it, the more funny he found it. Could it be that Zhuo Yun and Zhuo Zhuo were planning to go there?
What kind of article should I write about the deep mountains and forests of the Qinling Mountains? A lot of words
"Actually, it's not that far. It won't take long to get there!" Zhuo Yun asked disapprovingly.
"Then everything is arranged by the third brother!" Zhuo Yifan responded with a smile and nodded.
"Two xns, the mutton steamed buns you want are ready!" At this time, the master had already served the steamed buns to the two of them. The speed was not bad.
"Then I'm not welcome!" Zhuo Yifan said, picked up the disposable chopsticks in the bamboo tube, put them away, and started to eat. In his opinion, the mutton steamed buns taste really good.
I wonder if Zhuo Yun thinks so too!
Seeing Zhuo Yun holding chopsticks and not moving his mouth, Zhuo Yifan asked in surprise:
"Well... I'm not too hungry, so you should eat it!" Zhuo Yun chuckled awkwardly.
"It's not good to waste food!" Zhuo Yifan said, shaking his head pointedly.
Zhuo Yun's face darkened, and he could only turn his head away depressedly, willing to be sullen.
"Boss, pay!" After finishing the bowl in front of Zhuo Yun, Zhuo Yifan shouted to the chef who was busy at the stall.
"Sixteen yuan in total!" The boss ran over quickly, wiped the oil stains on his hands with his apron, and smiled at Zhuo Yifan.
"This one pays the bill!" Zhuo Yifan pointed at Zhuo Yun and said. He was right. Zhuo Yun had said before that he was the one to pay for tonight's meal.
Zhuo Yun took out a hundred-dollar bill from his wallet with some words, threw it on the table and said:
When the master heard this, he couldn't help but widen his eyes. It's really different for rich people to eat. They are rich! They eat sixteen yuan worth of food and pay one hundred yuan, and they don't have to ask for it! If such guests come every day, then what will happen to me?
It took three years to buy a car and ten years to buy a house! Seeing Zhuo Yifan and Zhuo Yun get into the car, the master came to his senses and checked the one hundred yuan repeatedly to make sure it was not fake money.
