Xiaocheng patted his chest, which attracted the kind laughter of some people around him.

It is a good joke to call yourself Mr. Kuan at this time.

Yang Rui was stunned for a moment and said, "Do you know Wu Qian?"

"I met you today, let's have a meal, so I'll get familiar with you." Xiaocheng's eyes flashed with the unique anxiousness of the young man, and said, "I want to get some scriptures from you and listen to you talk about the college entrance examination."

Judging from his appearance, he seemed to be completely unconscious of the story that happened an hour ago.

Or, Wu Qian's attraction is greater than Yang Rui's threat.

In the room, the secretary of the municipal party committee heard the college entrance examination, but walked out and smiled gently: "Student Yang Rui, if you are not busy, just talk to our Xiaocheng more and let him know what the college entrance examination is going on, so as not to laugh all day long and waste his homework. Lao Yang, please trouble your son. As parents, we always feel panic if we don't help anything."

Even if you are the secretary of the municipal party committee, what you can do during the college entrance examination is actually limited. People who are not particularly persistent generally adopt conventional methods, find the best teachers to help with tutoring, provide the best learning environment, and buy some Chinese herbal medicines that can improve learning efficiency. This is probably the limit that parents can do.

Yang Feng didn't care whether Yang Rui had time or not at all. In his opinion, chatting was entertainment, so he laughed loudly: "The little bastard was free after he returned home. If you have any trouble, let them go and ask casually."

In a word, Yang Feng sold his son.

The others were quite envious, and they all thought that Yang Feng was really happy to have such a son.

Yang Rui curled his lips and said irresistibly: "Then let's talk while walking."

"Okay, you young people go and have fun, be more happy." The secretary of the municipal party committee waved his hand freely.

Yang Rui called Wu Qian, went out, turned around, and then got on the bus.

During this process, Yang Rui said nothing, and Wu Qian opened her eyes curiously.

Xiaocheng was still smiling at first, very steady. The car was getting farther and farther away, Xiaocheng frowned and said, "Don't you ask where you are?"

Yang Rui glanced at his thin arms and legs and said, "Whatever."

Xiaocheng wants to lose his temper, but he really can't.

"Get off the station and get off the bus." Xiaocheng licked his lips and stood by the door.

Seeing that Yang Rui also stood over, Wu Qian quickly turned around. At this moment, the bus made a big turn, which caught Wu Qian off guard and rushed up.

Yang Rui straightened his waist and hugged Wu Qian as if he was catching a basketball.

The soft fragrance and warm jade came into my arms, and Yang Rui couldn't help but tremble: It's so big!

Even though she was separated by a cotton coat, Yang Rui could also feel the softness between his chest and arms, and could not help but describe it in his mind, and then a 3D modeling came.

There was no one who ran away in 32d, so there must be 34e! Yang Rui looked down at Wu Qian with a flushed face, letting her go gently, thinking: It's really a wonderful woman with deep knowledge and fame!

"Get out of the car." Xiao Cheng felt inexplicably sad when he saw this scene. After getting off the car, he didn't say a word and first found a public telephone to dial the phone.

Although it was not as common as it was in the 1990s, public telephones were still indispensable in the city center and convenience stores in 1984.

Where some people come and go, these paid phones make more money than selling newspapers and magazines.

The valuation unit of three or five cents a minute makes people have to pinch the watch and talk, and the words before dialing the phone are like telegrams.

Of course, today's Xiaocheng is a rich man. After picking up the phone, he didn't even look at the time. He chatted for five or six minutes before generously throwing out a 10 yuan grand union, glanced at Wu Qian, and said, "I called two friends to have dinner together, and then went to skate."

Yang Rui raised his hand and looked at the time, saying, "I'm going back in the afternoon, so I'll find a nearby one."

After saying that, he didn't care about Xiaocheng and walked into the nearest Chunhelou.

Chunhelou is a famous restaurant in Nanhu City. It was moved from Yangzhou in the early years. It was once one of the best restaurants in Nanhu City. Even now, although there are fewer customers, it is not easy to be lost.

Yang Rui took the menu from the door and found a table with a tablecloth to sit down. Xiaocheng caught up and said hurriedly: "Everyone said I want to find friends to have dinner, so we won't eat this restaurant."

"Then you go to another house." Yang Rui ignored Xiaocheng Ai.

Wu Qian also sat next to Yang Rui with a smile.

Xiaocheng had no choice but to threaten Yang Rui with his father, but it was boring to think about it. After thinking about it, he put on a big move and said, "If you want to eat here, I won't pay the bill, you can pay the bill yourself."

Yang Rui raised his eyebrows and began to write the name of the dish on a small piece of paper. At this time, the state-owned hotels had basically no service. From ordering to paying, they had to take the initiative. Yang Rui stayed for a while and became used to it.

Fortunately, the current restaurants and chefs are still morally polite, and there are no messy things like gutter oil. On the other hand, the chef skills of this state-owned hotel are still top-notch. If the order is correct, the taste will be good.

For example, restaurants like Chunhelou mainly sell Huaiyang cuisine. Although they also sell popular Sichuan cuisine such as Mapo tofu, if you order it, don’t expect to be served by a senior chef. It would be great if you can be trained by the apprentice of the third chef.

Yang Rui's experience is to order challenging classic dishes. For example, if you want to eat tofu, order Wensi tofu. This dish requires cutting the tofu into thin strips, cutting mushrooms into thin strips, cutting winter bamboo shoots into thin strips, cutting chicken breast into thin strips, cutting cooked ham into thin strips, and finally cooking into a bowl of soft but not rotten soup.

Just a little bit of knife skills, you don’t want to touch this dish if you are not as good as a top chef. The mastery of the heat will make countless people even more difficult. Even if the chef in Chunhelou is lazy, he must be more energetic when he sees this dish. Otherwise, if he is scolded by customers, he will lose the face of a special chef.

Of course, dishes like Wensi Tofu are also expensive enough. A bowl of soup with a size of two fists costs 4 yuan, which is as expensive as a bowl of braised pork. Normal people would not order it.

From Yang Rui's perspective, 30 years later, a bowl of braised pork costs tens of dollars, while a bowl of Wensi tofu dares to sell for nearly a thousand yuan. Compared to this, it seems that Wensi tofu is more cost-effective.

Of course, he is also rich in his pocket, and 4 yuan is also one-tenth of a general worker's monthly salary.

After about a quarter of an hour, the two waiters brought Yang Rui three dishes first.

Xiaocheng often came out to have dinner with his friends, and at this time he couldn't help but feel surprised: "I'm going so fast."

Another table in the hall also shouted: "Why did we serve them first? What about our dishes?"

Two waiters, one old and one young, were old and one young, and the older ones were listening to the sound and distinguishing the position. Turning his head, he turned to the lion's roar: "What's the name! This is done by Master Yuan himself. If you have the ability, please go."

Turning his head, the man lowered his tone again, but still said in a rough voice: "The chef asked me to ask you if Wensi tofu is good. In addition, we have to wait a while to dismantle the stewed silver carp heads and send someone to buy the fish heads."

Yang Rui blinked, tasted Wensi tofu first, raised his thumb and said, "It's good to melt in your mouth," and then asked: "Silk carp head is a common material, why doesn't it not?"

The young waiter said softly: "Master Yuan said that the dismantled silver carp head in Huaiyang cuisine requires more than 5 kilograms of fish head, and the sign cannot be left behind."

Wu Qian said in surprise: "Where can I find fish heads with a height of more than 5 kilograms?"

"There is something in the reservoir. Xiaomao went on a motorcycle and came back in a while."

The two waiters turned to report, leaving Xiaocheng with confusion and asked with wide eyes: "Do you know Yuan Meizi from Chunhelou?"

"What?"

"Master Yuan, he came out of the coal mine and took Chunhelou's people to Beijing and held a state banquet. You don't know?"

Yang Rui said "Oh", raised the spoon and smiled, "Eat while it's hot, it'll be wasted if it's cold."

Xiaocheng was full of doubts, and as if he was scratched, he couldn't help but ask: "Who are you?"

Yang Rui waved his hand and said, "You don't understand even if you say it."

Xiao Cheng was shocked and doubted, and more doubts emerged about Yang Rui's identity. He thought to himself: It is said that Master Yuan knew the central leadership. Yang Rui went to Peking University and knew Master Yuan, would he know someone?... Should he go home and talk about this? No, this is to develop ambition and destroy his own prestige... But if he really knows someone, I will find someone to beat him, and then he will be in trouble.

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