In a large courtyard in Ya'er Hutong, Shichahai, Brother Chen Kai was twisting bird food mixed with corn, mung beans, peas, fish bones, millet, egg whites, etc., and standing under the half-bald pomegranate tree with great interest to tease the birds.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak..." Lao Chen wore a suede leather jacket over his shoulders, teasing the thrush in the birdcage with one hand, and leisurely holding a book of poetry in his other hand.

Gu Changwei held the brazier with a shovel, threw charcoal in it, carried it into the house, and glanced sideways at Lao Chen who was idle.

"Lao Gu, this bird is amazing~ Is the carbon point ready? Has the mutton been cut? The thickness must be even~ It must be placed on the plate horizontally and not fall off. It's so shabby in the pot..." Lao Chen put away the corn-coated bird in his hand.

Eat, smile and open your mouth.

"How about you put the copper pot on the table? Zhuangzhuang is mixing sesame sauce there..." Gu Changwei couldn't help but said.

"Young man is far away from the kitchen~" Lao Chen said matter-of-factly, and then thought for a while and said: "I will read a poem to you later... I like Haizi so much! Hey - the age when dreams were horses, there was blood under the railroad tracks

Flying sideways, the sharp green bamboo thorns pierced the dreams of countless people. What should come will eventually come, and what should go will eventually go.

We gossip in front of others and pretend to be silent in front of the gossipers.

This song "Dreams Are Horses" is great!

I want to be a loyal son from afar,

A temporary lover of material things.

Like all poets who use dreams as horses,

I had to walk on the same path as LS and Joker..."

Bang!

Gianzhuangzhuang, who was cutting the mutton, chopped the vegetables into pieces, strode out with an apron hanging on and carrying a kitchen knife.

"Where's Jianxin making noodles? I'm a good noodle maker!"

Brother Chen Kai tugged the leather jacket on his shoulders, turned around and walked towards Huang Jianxin who was kneading dough behind him.

Scholars, there is no shame in stretching your face.

Gu Changwei smiled and entered the house with the shovel.

What are you pretending to be?

My uncle always cooked for me in Hong Kong.

What if a real artist is different from such a dabbler?

Wang Jiawei and Lin Chaoyan entered the door under the leadership of Li Shaohong and Yuan Weimin, along with several girls from the women's volleyball team.

Among them, Li Yueming is really beautiful. Could you please post a picture to show everyone her face?

What the hell is the Beijing Circle? The Northwest Circle...

A few days after Director Wu came to the capital, he decided to build a "Wu Circle" for fun first.
Chapter completed!