Zhao Family.

Zhao Yungang threw his phone away, dropped it on the table, and said angrily: "This dick!"

Mrs. Zhao asked, "What's wrong?"

"He took Xiaochen to have dinner. I thought I was going to some good place, but I took him to some toilets, scrambled toilets."

"Ah?" Mrs. Zhao was stunned for a moment, and then she heard Zhao Xinzhi snorting coldly across the dining table.

"Why is there a restaurant called this name?" Mrs. Zhao said: "Maybe the store deliberately gave such a name to attract attention. It's hard to say that the name is like this, but it's actually very high-end. Xiaochen is not a person who can eat street stalls."

"I have seen all the photos. If it is not a roadside stall, it is not much better than a roadside stall."

Mrs. Zhao reluctantly said, "Oh, the child can eat wherever he wants. Maybe it's what Xiaochen asked for. He might even be tired of eating high-end restaurants. He always remembers that one thing is the same as the second one, and the second brother is always safe in doing things. Have you seen him take someone to eat street stalls?"

Mrs. Zhao was just making excuses for Zhao Jindong, but the more she said that, the more she felt it made sense: "Besides, even if he brought her, it would be very special to take Xiaochen to eat on the street stall. Maybe it was the fun of the couple dating. It would be meaningless to go to high-end restaurants too often. You forgot that when we first got married, we often went to restaurants of all sizes?"

Zhao Yungang actually felt that there was some truth.

Only Zhao Xinzhi disagreed: "How could Xiaochen get used to eating things in small restaurants? The hygiene is probably not up to standard."

Song Chen always requires fine dining. Even if he eats the most popular buns for breakfast, he still needs to make exquisite products from famous restaurants, and the color, fragrance and taste are not enough.

In the restaurant, Song Chen was preparing to order dishes in a familiar way: "Will we pick it ourselves or..."

"Pick it yourself," the waiter saw that the two of them were not as good as those who often went to small restaurants like them, so he explained a few more words: "When the time comes, check the bill according to the bamboo sticks."

"Don't you distinguish between meat and vegetables?" Song Chen asked.

"There are so many meaty bamboo sticks." The waiter said with a smile, "One cent for our sign, the per capita consumption is about 30."

That's not expensive.

The waiter asked: "What pot bottom do you want, clear soup, red soup or seafood soup?"

"Is there no shuang pot?"

The waiter shook his head.

Song Chen looked at Zhao Jindong, and Zhao Jindong said, "It's up to you."

"Then let's get red soup," he said to Zhao Jindong: "Chochuan must be spicy and fragrant to taste delicious."

When the waiter went to serve the pot, they both went to the food area next to pick up food. Song Chen asked Zhao Jindong: "Is this your first time here?"

"No." Zhao Jindong said, "I've eaten it once or twice before."

I've only eaten once or twice in my life.

Song Chen said: "I haven't eaten it for several years."

He is telling the truth. He had eaten chuanchuan with his classmates in college. It was not in the Sichuan-Chongqing area, and there were not many chuanchuan restaurants.

Zhao Jindong said, "I thought you had never been here."

Song Chen said while taking the food: "That's because you don't understand me."

When Zhao Jindong saw that he was always picking up meat, such as beef slices on duck tongue, beef slices on waist and liver slices on meatballs, and occasionally some black fungus and bamboo shoots were covered by the meat and filled with a plate. He picked a few vegetarian dishes.

Seeing the lotus root slices, green vegetables, enoki mushrooms and other things on his plate, Song Chen asked, "Don't you eat meat? Shop shops need to eat meat to taste good."

As a result, Zhao Jindong asked with a little surprise and uncertainty: "Aren't two people eating together?"

Song Chen said: "I'm the one who is alone..." He said, and quickly took another meat dish. Zhao Jindong even suspected that he could finish it.

I can eat so much that I never saw him gain weight. I have been thin since I was a child.

Chuanchuan, like hot pot, is a food that is not suitable for treating guests or blind dates. It is only suitable for relatives, friends or lovers to eat together. Some people say that hot pot culture is also an erotic culture, especially for lovers. Being able to eat this means that you have reached the intimate stage of not being disgusted with the other party’s saliva and not afraid of being embarrassed to eat. Song Chen paid more attention to his image at the beginning, and he ate in a gentle manner, and even wiping his mouth with toilet paper after eating for a few times.

Don't say, the chooks in this restaurant are delicious. He forgot to maintain his image after eating it for a while, and rolled up his sleeves and feasted. Compared to him, Zhao Jindong was still gentle and sat upright. Song Chen asked with a smile while eating, "It's so awkward to eat like this."

Zhao Jindong looked at him, and Song Chen took a skewer and bit the meatballs from the bamboo stick and pulled them off, saying, "You are so serious when you eat skewers, wearing a suit, and sitting so well."

Zhao Jindong said, "Is it delicious?"

Song Chen nodded: "It's delicious."

He thought the main reason was that the dipping sauce in this restaurant was good, which tasted different from the skewers he had eaten before.

Zhao Jindong said: "Then you eat more, I'm not very hungry."

Zhao Jindong found that he had really made a mistake.

Song Chen has never cared about the eyes of outsiders since he was a child. He is different from Zhao Jindong. Compared with Song Chen, he has been bound by his childhood education.

He knew since he was a child that he wanted to be the most decent and outstanding son of the Zhao family, and tried his best to make mistakes in every word and action. Even if he sat on a roadside stall, there were still noble men who were acting like this. He knew it was inappropriate, but he had developed a habit and could not change it.

After all, Song Chen is still free and happy to live. He can go to the highest-end restaurant, and eat Western food in a suit and tie, or sit in such a simple restaurant with his sleeves and chew skewers.

Song Chen was very full this meal, and he almost ate twice as much as Zhao Jindong. When Zhao Jindong went to pay the bill, he stood at the door and burped.

These are all Song Chen that Zhao Jindong had never met before.

They both came late and had a long time to eat. When they left, there were basically no customers in the store. When they paid the bill and were about to leave, a waitress in the store suddenly shouted: "Wait a minute."

Zhao Jindong and Song Chen turned around, and the girl smiled a little embarrassedly, holding her cell phone and asked, "Are you a person here?"

When Song Chen saw that it was the first short film he shot.

The feeling of being recognized in reality is very wonderful. Song Chen smiled and said, "It's me."

"Oh." The girl was very excited, "Can I take a picture with you?"

"I'm not a star." Although Song Chen said this, he still cooperated to meet the girl's camera and smiled and compared yes.

The two came out of the residential building, and Zhao Jindong said, "I didn't expect you to be popular."

"Maybe after the next short video is released, more people will know me outside."

Actually, he was a little nervous. He never thought of becoming a star.

I didn't think about it when I was poor before, but now I am beautiful and rich, so I don't think about it anymore. He can live a very comfortable life. Compared to being a big star pursued by everyone, he wants to be a well-known author, hiding behind the text. It is mentioned in the novel circle that everyone knows him, but no one knows him anywhere.

"I'm a little full of food, let's go back and go back." Song Chen said: "This community is so touching."

The red walls he painted reminded him of the 1950s and 1960s he watched in the movie. The trees in the community were large, with leaves all over the ground, which was particularly quiet in the afternoon. He felt that after walking inside, he could find a lot of inspiration for writing.

He took off the hat on his head, and he was sweating all over his head when he had eaten in the store just now, and now his hair was a little stuffy. After he took off the hat, he stroked his hair with his hands. Zhao Jindong looked behind him and felt that he looked so good now.

Tall and thin, young and natural. Without the decoration of suits and leather shoes, it is no longer meticulously combed. Song Chen suddenly faded his ostentatious and arrogant aura, and looked easy and youthful.

Zhao Jindong inserted his hands in his pockets with both hands, and said as he walked: "I thought you would be angry when I saw me bring you here."

When Song Chen heard this, he looked back at him: "It is not easy for Mr. Zhao to treat me to a meal, so I will reluctantly give you a face."

"I don't think you've eaten anything but a bit difficult," said Zhao Jindong.

A car drove from behind. Zhao Jindong was walking to the right side. When he turned around and saw the car coming, he stretched out his left hand from his pocket, held Song Chen's shoulder, and pushed him to his right, next to the roadside.

However, Song Chen suddenly stopped, looked up at the big tree above his head, took out his cell phone, and took a picture.

The red house and the yellow trees are so beautiful.

He clicked on the camera and switched to selfie mode. He thought of taking a selfie with this big tree, but he happened to see Zhao Jindong standing behind him and looking at him through the screen of his phone.

Song Chen suddenly realized that he and Zhao Jindong had not had a photo of him.

He waved: "Look here."

Zhao Jindong looked at his cell phone and looked at the camera expressionlessly. Song Chen deliberately frowned and curled his lips, and took a group photo.

After the filming, he said, "Change and laugh."

As a result, Zhao Jindong ignored him and walked straight forward. Song Chen turned around, turned his back to Zhao Jindong, and took another selfie.

His face was very exaggerated, and his tall and upright back was accompanied by Zhao Jindong.

Originally, I took a casual photo, but I never thought that I could take a photo that he was particularly satisfied with. I took a photo of the tree-lined avenue, with the red house, yellow leaves, and Zhao Jindong who was so handsome that his back was so handsome, and even his expression was exaggerated.

"Let's go." Zhao Jindong said without looking back.

Song Chen smiled, put away his cell phone and chased after him, saying, "You invited me this time, I'll treat you next time."

Zhao Jindong said: "No."

Song Chen said, "That's down."

"I'll treat you next time," said Zhao Jindong.

He would not let Song Chen treat him.

In fact, he didn't think of a invitation. The couple just came out to have a meal together, so who would invite anyone.

Song Chen was indeed still seeing him. Zhao Jindong thought, you, you, me, and I, are very clear.

But he himself couldn't tell the difference.

Zhao Jindong thought that if they had been like this, they might not have reached this point today. After two years of marriage, they would go out for a meal together, and I would like to invite you.

Actually, it's a bit sad.

Maybe just as Song Chen said when picking up the food, he didn't know him enough. He has not had a high pursuit of love and marriage since he was a child. Like now, it would be great to go out for dinner together on weekends, the process was comfortable and there was no quarrel.

He was probably tortured by Song Chen, so he didn't ask for the passion of love and the marriage was happy, but he wanted a dull life without any ups and downs. When he was tired, he had a place to rest, which was called a home.
Chapter completed!