Xiao Feng looked at the grilled wings on the plate, grabbed a bunch, took a bite, and gave a thumbs up: "Not bad, the taste is still the same,"
The fat brother laughed naively: "Haha, it's an exclusive formula,"
Xiao Feng put down the chicken wings and pulled the bench next to him: "Come on, fat brother, sit down and let's have a few drinks."
"Okay," the fat man was also a cheerful person, without any pretense. He sat down on the small bench and turned around and shouted: "Little Wolf, hurry up and bake,"
"Right away," Xiaolang replied.
Xiao Feng poured the beer and handed it to the fat man: "Fat brother, I haven't had your grilled wings in more than four years."
"These two brothers come here often, and I even asked about you. Hey, why is there one missing? That young man with silver hair," the fat man said with a grin while holding the wine glass.
Xiao Feng knew that the fat man was talking about Zhang Yu and smiled: "He is on a business trip and won't be back until a while. Fat brother, come on, let's go first."
"Haha, okay," the fat man held up the wine glass, clinked it with Xiao Feng, blew the foam on it, and drank.
I have to say that the owners of these street barbecues are usually people who can drink. When some acquaintances come to have barbecue, they will always ask the boss to come and have a drink. Don’t underestimate two beers. There are too many acquaintances in one night. Drinking ten or eight cups is just like having fun. Even if they drink beer, they still have to be busy barbecuing, so it doesn't matter if they don't drink well.
Seeing how happy the fat man was, Xiao Feng laughed and said, "Haha, fat brother, I haven't seen you for a few years and you still drink so much." As he said that, he also drank the beer in his glass.
"Brother, what's your name?" the fat man asked sheepishly.
"Xiao Feng, haha," Xiao Feng said casually.
The fat man was stunned for a moment 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 the fat man another glass of wine: "Fat brother, your grilled chicken wings are so delicious."
"This is nothing. The craftsmanship passed down from above, brother, I am not bragging to you, we have been doing it for generations, but the royal chef in the palace, alas, the craftsmanship has been lost, and now only the recipe for roasted wings is left. "
Xiao Feng gave a thumbs up: "No wonder it's so delicious."
All the girls also nodded, saying that it was very delicious. They had given up on their weight loss plan for the time being and wanted to eat first.
"Xiao Lang, give me another 10 skewers of grilled wings. I'll treat these brothers to a treat," the fat man called back.
Xiao Feng hurriedly waved his hand: "Fat brother, this is a small business, why are you inviting us? I have to give you money later, or I won't come to eat in the future."
Ten skewers of golden grilled wings were served again, steaming hot, making people drool.
"Where's the boss, find a place for us to sit down," suddenly, an arrogant voice sounded.
Xiao Feng and others, who were chatting happily, shut up and followed the sound. They saw a dozen young people standing in front of the stall, all shirtless and with dragons and tigers tattooed on their bodies. They looked like gangsters on the road.
"Where are the people? Damn it, is there anyone who can talk?" The bald young man at the head stared at the triangular eyes, and his cold gaze swept across the stall, and finally landed on Xiao Feng's table. When he noticed the beauties When I saw it, my eyes couldn't help but light up, it was so good.
The fat man noticed the gaze of the bald young man and feared that there would be any conflict, so he hurriedly said to Xiao Feng: "I will arrange them, you can continue to eat,"
"Yeah," Xiao Feng nodded, not looking at the gangsters, but lowering his head to eat his roasted wings.
The fat man put on a smile and walked quickly towards the bald young man: "Haha, what do you want to eat?"
"You are the boss," the bald young man looked back and asked with squinting eyes.
The fat man is a businessman, and his emphasis is on being friendly and making money. Although the bald young man's gaze made him feel unhappy, he didn't show it on his face. He smiled and nodded: "Well, I'm the boss,"
"Come, help us arrange some tables," the bald young man patted the fat man on the shoulder.
"Brother, this place is full. Why don't you go to another place and have a look," the fat man said with a smile.
"It's full," the bald young man said with a cross expression, "Damn it, I'm going to eat here today. Fatty, go and get me thirty skewers of grilled wings right away. We'll find a place to cook them ourselves."
Just as the fat man was about to say something, he was pushed away by the bald young man. He shook his body and scanned the whole place arrogantly: "Have you finished eating? If you have eaten, get out of here immediately."
"Who the hell are you? Are we going to leave if you ask us to leave?" The seven or eight young men who were eating barbecue did not get used to their faults and stood up with beer bottles in their hands.
The bald young man was contradicted, and his face became a little confused: "Hey, I am a three-eyed wolf, have you heard of it?" He said, pulling out a sharp knife about ten centimeters in length from his lower back.
As the bald young man drew his sword, the gangsters around him also drew their weapons, all sharp knives flashing with cold light.
Seeing that a conflict was about to break out, the fat man stood in the middle: "Everyone, can we all give in? It's better to be friends than to bleed."
"Fat man, get out of here," the bald young man put the knife on the fat man's neck and said ferociously.
Maybe it was because he had seen too many gangsters fighting, but the fat man was not afraid at all, and still laughed with him: "Brother, let's talk it over, don't use the knife,"
"This discussion is nothing. Damn it, stand up and get out of here. I'll take care of this place tonight," the bald man yelled extremely arrogantly.
When you open a barbecue stall on the street, most of the customers are these gangsters who hang out on the street. Those white-collar and gold-collar workers in suits and ties rarely come to sit on a small bench and drink beer to brag. However, these gangsters often come because of After drinking too much, they started fighting over a disagreement, making the scene a mess. So, these bosses both love and hate the gangsters.
Seeing that things couldn't be settled here, the bald man could only look at the seven or eight young men on the other side, "Xiao Li, how about giving Fat Brother some face? All the money for tonight is free."
This group of young people are all old customers here, and they are familiar with Fatty. Especially now that they are at a disadvantage in terms of numbers and weapons, they naturally came down the steps, "Okay, Fatty, let's give you a face. "
"I, Fatty, thank you all," the Fatty said, cupping his hands.
"Three-eyed wolf, right? Don't let me meet you again in the future, damn it, brothers, let's go," the young man in charge dropped the words and was about to leave.
The bald young man sneered: "Fuck, if I hadn't had to do something tonight, I would have bled you and taken out your intestines."
"Everyone, they are all gone, you can just sit here," the fat man said in a low voice.
The bald young man put away the knife and nodded: "Yes, thirty skewers of grilled wings, one hundred skewers of mutton..."
After the fat man wrote it down, he picked up a few more dozen beers and then turned around to get busy.
"Three-Eyed Wolf, have you heard of this name?" Guo Jia spat out a chicken bone and looked at Huo Tian and Lin Mo and asked.
Huo Tian smiled contemptuously: "I've never heard of a bunch of trash."
"Boss, what the hell kind of beer is this? Do you have Tsingtao beer," the bald young man shouted.
"No, it's all like this," the fat man shook his head.
The bald young man slammed the table hard: "Damn it, there's not even Tsingtao beer," he said, his eyes falling on the girls, he stood up and walked towards this side.
When the younger brothers saw the boss standing up, they naturally gathered around and walked towards this side. Everyone had some idea in their mind. With so many beauties, it was impossible for the boss to conquer them all in one night. He could also get one. ah.
"Hey, brothers, stop making trouble," the fat man saw that the bald young man was about to pass, so he stood in the middle.
"Get out of here," the bald young man grabbed the fat man's collar and pulled him back.
With a 'squeak' sound, 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 at night, the lights were definitely bright enough, so the tattoo on the fat man's chest caught everyone's eyes. It was domineering, absolutely domineering. A giant hand stretched out from the heart of the fat man, lifelike and full of domineering.
In the palm of his hand, he held a bloody heart. At a glance, the heart seemed to be beating, bang bang bang... It was so shocking that even Xiao Feng opened his eyes. What surprised him was not the tattoo on the giant hand, but a special symbol on the heart, as black as ink.
"Hey, fat man, I didn't expect you to be a gangster before. Someone, hold him up with a knife," the bald young man reacted and snorted coldly.
Several young men 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 friendly and make money?"
"Damn it, shut up," the bald young man cursed and walked to Xiao Feng's table: "Brother, make room for me,"
"Why," Huo Tian replied coldly.
"Just rely on the knife in my hand, okay?" The bald young man slapped the sharp knife on the table arrogantly, picked up a bunch of grilled chicken wings and started to nibble on it.
"Beauties, how about we make friends," the bald young man said vaguely, stepping on a small bench and holding grilled wings in his mouth.
The other girls didn't say anything, but Huo Wu was not afraid of trouble. She stood up with a beer and shook her head with a smile: "Not good,"
"Why,"
"Because you are too ugly," Huo Wu said, and took a sip of wine, hitting the bald young man's face with a sip of wine.
Anger flashed in the eyes of the bald young man, and he raised his hand to wipe the drink from his face: "Girl, you are too angry with me. I will definitely make you happy tonight,"
"Go home and have fun with your mother," Huo Wu snorted.
The bald young man smiled evilly, stretched out his hand to grab Huo Wu's chest: "You are my mother,"
At this moment, Xiao Feng took action. There was still a chicken-wing iron drill left in his hand, and he stabbed it hard on the back of the bald young man's hand, and passed through the palm of his hand.
"Ah," the bald young man screamed in pain, reaching out to grab the sharp knife on the table, but Xiao Feng didn't give him a chance.
The iron drill was pulled out from his palm and fell on his other hand again. It was so strong that it nailed his hand to the table, and the table was instantly wet with blood.
Only then did the gangsters react, drew their sharp knives and shouted: "You bastards, how dare you mess with our youth gang,"
