Chapter 314 The owner of the hot pot restaurant who was taught a lesson
There was a knock on the door with obvious dissatisfaction, and it didn't take a second thought to know that Zhang Feng and Liu Yang were back. These two people were very efficient, and it only took half an hour from going out to coming back.
"Fengzi, you are so interesting."
Zhang Feng fiercely threw the meal card at me. The two of them ran to the canteen and bought more than ten bottles of various drinks. They also selected more than ten packs of snacks in one go. Zhang Feng also generously bought a pack of Chaotianmen cigarettes.
, it’s my meal card anyway, it’s free if you don’t use it, it’s a rare opportunity like this.
"Classmate, there are only thirty-one dollars in the meal card, and there are forty-two dollars left. Do you want to pay in cash?"
The proprietress of the canteen took out the meal card with no remaining balance from the card machine and handed it to Zhang Feng with a smile.
Zhang Feng glanced at Liu Yang beside him and knew he had pulled Zhiyong out.
Among several people, Liu Yang's living expenses are remitted from his family on a monthly basis, so it is impossible for him to have any extra money in his meal card to buy snacks.
Zhang Feng reluctantly took out his meal card from his pocket and looked at the red-shell Chaotianmen cigarettes in his hand. For the first time, he felt that the packaging was so dazzling.
"Yeah, I forgot to recharge my meal card. I was thinking about this yesterday when I was eating noodles with Chujiu. Besides, thirty yuan is enough for Chujiu and I to eat for three days."
Zhang Feng also had no temper, but he knew that with us here, he would definitely not be hungry before the holiday. However, he still felt unhappy. He stuffed the extra drinks into the refrigerator and unpacked the largest package of spicy strips first.
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After it got dark, the five of us walked along the road in front of the school to the Medical University a few kilometers away.
In fact, we have never eaten at this hot pot restaurant in the alley next to the Medical University.
However, its reputation is indeed quite great. When almost all the students in the school talk about delicious food, they will definitely mention this hotpot, although most of them have never eaten there.
This hot pot restaurant is famous for its free beer! There is a sentence written on the billboard at the door: As long as you have the ability, drink the boss until he goes bankrupt.
I have to say that in this era, such advertising creativity is definitely good.
Just a slightly provocative advertising slogan made diners ignore that their pot bottoms actually cost extra.
Even the three of us who studied advertising began to admire this smart boss from the bottom of our hearts.
The decoration of the hot pot restaurant is relatively artistic, and some pretentious writing on the wall is said to be a major feature of this restaurant.
"Don't be afraid of being sad after a breakup. Eat hot pot to digest it."
"Choose the spicy pot base and forget about the ruthless one."
"You can do whatever you want in this store, fight, make trouble, play the guitar, but you can't fail to pay the bill."
"No discount! The cook in the back kitchen will give you a discount on your legs!"
Before ordering, the copywriting on the wall made a few of us happy.
Chujiu picked up the menu and glanced at it, then began to outline the dishes in large strokes.
Seeing Chujiu's generosity, Zhiyong excitedly told Chujiu to order less dishes because everyone couldn't eat that much.
Is it possible that I am the only one who saw the picture of Chujiu staring at the cheap and filling vegetarian dishes?
"Speaking of which, this is the first time I've invited everyone to dinner. I won't get home until I'm drunk today. The boss will bring five boxes of beer over first. Remember to make sure the bottom of the pot is extra spicy and extra spicy."
Chujiu finally reluctantly ordered a dozen meat dishes so that it looked like a hot pot.
"Five boxes? Are you sure it's five boxes and not five bottles? The beer in our store has a high alcohol content and is easy to get addicted to."
It was okay that the boss didn't say this, but Zhiyong was not happy about it. He looked at the six bottles of beer under the table next door and asked the boss to put two boxes next to each of us.
The corner of the boss's mouth twitched. In the years since he opened the store, he has never encountered a student who can pretend like this. He was carried out sideways every time.
The meal lasted until midnight. After drinking a lot of wine, Chujiu finally stopped being stingy and ordered a large number of dishes.
The boss, who had delivered drinks to our table countless times, finally turned pale.
This kind of beer is sold in supermarkets and canteens and costs three yuan a bottle. It is said to be the third strongest beer after Xinjiang's Wusu and Guangdong's Jinwei.
"Liu Yang, why does Wusu have another name called Death-killing in Xinjiang?"
Zhiyong drank another bottle in one breath, and the empty bottle shook in front of Liu Yang's eyes.
It turns out that Wusu is called the fatal Wusu in Xinjiang, which is an expression in Xinjiang language.
People in Xinjiang are particularly fond of something. If they can't get it, they think it would be like losing their soul or their life. It is exaggeratedly called "killing one's life".
Wusu beer is a famous local brand in Xinjiang, and it tastes more exciting. For Xinjiang people who sing, dance and drink heavily, not drinking Wusu beer for a day is like losing their soul and life.
The boss who passed by our table heard that Liu Yang was from Xinjiang, and immediately understood that the business at this table must be unprofitable.
But this is not a bad thing. The people at the two tables next door who were about to leave suddenly became interested when they saw the mountains of empty wine bottles in front of our table. They wanted to see how much we could drink and whether we could drink the boss.
Being broke, I simply asked the boss to add more vegetables and threw them into the pot.
For the boss, this is currently the best comfort for him.
Just when the boss was bringing new dishes to the table next door, he happened to hear Zhiyong talking about their Inner Mongolian herdsmen.
Pastures are divided into summer pastures and winter pastures. Summer pastures are on grasslands, and winter pastures are actually used to raise livestock in pens.
The winter in Inner Mongolia is particularly long. There are not many activities throughout the winter, and even schools are on holiday.
So the herders who were bored all winter started eating meat, drinking and dancing since they opened their eyes in the morning. Zhiyong said that with this alcoholic beer, he could drink it until the end of the world if conditions allowed.
The boss not far away accidentally knocked over a plate of vegetables and apologized to the customer in great frustration.
Compared to Liu Yang and Zhiyong, the boss felt a lot more relieved when he heard that Zhang Feng was just born next to an ordinary small winery in Shanxi. He finally met a normal person.
The boss who brought two boxes of beer again took a look at Chujiu. This little boy, who looked frail, actually drank as much as the others.
"Chujiu, why do you have such a good drinking capacity?"
"I know it? Anyway, I have never been drunk in my whole life. I envy you because you know what it feels like to be drunk."
The boss stamped his feet, clearly distressed, which made several tables of spectators around him laugh loudly.
"It's a slap in the face, it's a slap in the face. This is the first time I've been taught a lesson since I've been in business for so long."
The boss was an experienced person, and he covered up his embarrassment with a joke. Today was not the weekend. He had to do so many tables of business in one night, and he had to pay for the table in front of him.
"Eighty-four! Eighty-five! Eighty-six!"
Almost everyone in the hot pot restaurant gathered around our table, even the shop owner and his wife stood among them, and started shouting along with everyone in the fiery atmosphere.
"No more drinking. Let's just do it today. Let's treat it as a tie this time. I seem to have seen my goddess."
Zhiyong dropped the eighty-sixth empty wine bottle and ran towards the door.