Chapter 463 You said it was introduced by Lord Bang
Jingcheng, a fried noodle restaurant.
"Here you are, please invite some of you!"
"Mr. Peng, I'm pretty good at making noodles with soybean paste. If you want to eat it, I'll make it for you." Guo Degang is no longer just a scallion eating batter.
"Eat whatever you want." Peng Bo ducked away from a young man, "Be careful, if you kiss again, the noodles will come out."
"These are all apprentices," Guo Degang hurriedly stepped forward to clear the way for Peng Bo. This noodle shop is quite high-end, and the employees wear cardigans, round-top cloth shoes, and they speak smooth and crispy Beijing movies.
"Hey, Mr. Peng, you are an expert, this tastes really good." Yu Qian picked a mouthful of noodles and put it in his mouth, raising his thumb.
"I'm still familiar with the capital." Peng Bo was not afraid of showing his timidity and asked for a bowl of noodle soup. He looked at the waiters in the aisle, all of whom had green faces. Finally, he effortlessly walked among the crowd.
I found that big pie face.
"Young man, come here." He waved.
The young man immediately came over with a smile and said, "Sir, what are you calling me?" The voice was quite good, with a few traces of the southern Henan accent in Jingpu.
"Well, I'll call you. You shouted a few times just now. I think your voice is pretty good. I'll introduce you to someone. You can learn cross talk from him."
"Learn cross talk?" He smiled with a big face and narrowed his eyes. "Who still listens to cross talk now? They all watch sketches."
Peng Bo looked at Guo Degang. Guo Degang's little eyes widened. Peng Bo signaled him to calm down and said, "You don't want to learn? Your surname is Yue?"
"Hey, how come you know everything? Are you from southern Henan too?"
"I'm not from southern Henan, I'm from Shanhai." Peng Bo also joked with him in his native dialect.
"Oh, from Shanhai, who do you want me to learn cross talk from?" Well, now the Beijing flavor is gone, and it's changed to the southern Henan dialect.
"He." Peng Bo pointed at Guo Degang, but Guo Degang didn't even look at Yue Yunpeng.
Although he didn't know who Guo Degang was, looking at Peng Bo's appearance, Yue Yunpeng was moved, "Are you talking about cross talk?"
"I'm talking about cross talk." Guo Degang deliberately teased him, "Have you ever heard of cross talk?"
"I've heard of it and watched it on the Spring Festival Gala."
"Can you speak?"
"Won't."
This is really a child, Peng Bo couldn't help but smile and shake his head, Guo Degang also laughed, he spread his hands towards Peng Bo, this meaning is really impossible to teach.
"Try." Peng Bo only said two words.
"Then give it a try." Guo Degang immediately agreed, "Then come to me in the afternoon and don't delay your waiting time."
"No delay." Yue Yunpeng said immediately, "Then... I'll treat you to this meal as a token of appreciation."
Guo Degang immediately smiled, "This kid is quite benevolent and righteous."
Peng Bo said meaningfully, "Zhu Lu caused chaos, he is Zhou Bo."
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Guo Degang didn't understand Peng Bo's words at this time. However, it doesn't matter if he doesn't understand. Every day from 2 to 5 pm is the waiter's rest time. So after lunch every day, Yue Yunpeng went to Deyun Club to listen to cross talk and heard 4
At half past one, I jogged all the way back to the store.
After listening to cross talk for a while, Yue Yunpeng thought Guo Degang was quite good, so he called home and said: "I want to learn a skill and don't want to be a waiter anymore. Give me two years. I won't go home in these two years."
I’ve sent money, but if I can’t learn, I’ll go home and farm.”
Watching the master and apprentice pushing a bowl of noodles in front of the counter, Peng Bo suddenly realized that the final outcome of the drama of life is actually the sum of choices and persistence.
If everyone could go back to 2003, they would probably see clearly what was going on and how naive they were at the time. They would probably say four sentences to themselves at that time:
Every grandfather comes from a grandson.
Ordinary people can also become heroes.
No one can succeed by relying on talent, only hard work can turn talent into genius.
How much beauty you can see depends on how hard you work in life.
Just like a scene in "The King of Comedy": Cecilia Cheung said: "Look, it's pitch dark ahead, you can't see anything." Stephen Chow said: "No, it will be beautiful after dawn."
…
SARS is finally over.
Woohoo——
With the sound of the whistle on the Wusong River, Shanghai and the sea, the whole city slowly woke up from its sleep.
In Guangchang Apartment not far from the Wusong River, Peng Bo muttered something in his sleep, turned over and fell asleep again, but his legs were always curled up.
"Bring out the toilet——"
A sudden sound completely penetrated the darkness before sunrise. Suddenly, the frightened crying of the little girl, the creaking sound of the wooden stairs, and the whispers from the bedside of the couple completely woke up Peng Bo from his deep sleep!
The mat under him was soaked with sweat. Just like the current weather in Shanghai and Hainan, it was hot and humid. Peng Bo yawned and got up. He walked through the messy threads hanging above his head and chatted with his equally sleepy neighbors.
Saying hello, they crowded around the faucet.
"Everyone, please give way and let those at work do the cleaning first." Someone in the crowd shouted.
"Turn down the faucet downstairs, there is no water upstairs." Someone else answered.
However, the water flow was still too small. Seeing that there were people crowding around the faucet, Peng Bo went downstairs with a toothbrush in his hand. There was only room for two people to pass through the aisle, and there was a squeaking sound when he stepped on it. He was 1.8 meters tall, and he was here.
Always keep your waist hunched, thus blocking most of the lights above your head.
The sky is getting brighter, the fire of the briquette stove is flickering in the morning mist, and wisps of smoke are rising straight into the sky. This is the beginning of a colorful and scenic day in Old Shanghai...
This is Peng Bo's life after his rebirth. It has been like this every day for a month, back and forth.
Of course, like all over the country, people here are busiest in the morning, emptying toilets, making coal stoves, and making breakfast...
More than 200 toilets are lined up downstairs. Unkempt women wearing various pajamas, waving bamboo toilet brushes and shiny hair pliers shells, quickly spin circles inside the toilet, playing the drum downstairs.
Symphonic movement.
After drying the toilet and taking it home, the grandmothers and aunts picked up the quilts and grabbed the vantage points on the roadside, lighting up the scenery and the flags of all nations.
In this dewy morning light, accompanied by various noises, Guangchang Apartment became so quiet.
Standing quietly in the glow, it has watched over the residents in the building unchanged for decades.
This is the house that Peng Bo rents. It is said that this British-designed building was built in the 1920s and 1930s. It was originally a patrol house in the public concession. After liberation, it became a professional house. "Mother Zhangjia, what did you buy today?"
Dishes?" Li Jiamu's mother was holding a pot filled with soy milk that she had just bought at a restaurant at the entrance of the alley. There were a few fried dough sticks and a few flatbreads on the pot.
"Today is my old man's birthday. I bought some big steaks and I'm going to cook big noodles tonight...