In the evening, the two returned to the hotel. Zhang Yanming sat by the bed and massaged Zhou Xinbing's fingers. The two of them were talking while watching TV.

"I have to practice all the time in the future. I haven't said that the player is uncomfortable for a long time."

"It took a while to play."

"Practicing piano for a longer time in the past and the density is even higher, but now I am lazy." Zhou Xinbing smiled and raised her hand to touch Zhang Yanming's face: "You are so good."

"Are you hungry? What's the delicious food here?" Zhang Yanming felt a little embarrassed to be praised, and changed the topic.

"I have to practice well during this period and recover. If I wait to go to the dance hall and play it all night, I'm afraid it won't work. Go and eat meat. There is a family meat delicious. I love it and I have to go every time I come."

"Okay, let's go." Zhang Yanming helped Zhou Xinbing, who was leaning against him, stand up.

"What are you anxious about? Source of this article: Bokan Novel Network. Don't you want to stay with me?" Zhou Xinbing half-kneeled on the bed and stretched out her hand to wrap her neck around Zhang Yanming, a little coquettish.

"Come and hug me when I'm full, and it'll be closed later." Zhang Yanming hugged her soft body and kissed her forehead.

She raised her face and Zhang Yanming whispered on her lips again. She stood up with his force and put on her shoes: "Do I need to change my clothes?"

Zhang Yanming looked at it: "No, it's pretty good. Pull your hair." The ponytail was rubbing a little messy at this moment.

The two went out and went downstairs.

The meat restaurant she mentioned was not far away. It looked like three or four hundred meters behind the joint shopping mall. It was a state-owned store.

This place is called Triangle Land, which is a triangular plot...boko                                                      

At this moment, the bustling area is near the train station, and the most chaotic place is also here, and it is almost the same in every place.

Zhang Yanming had no psychological burden. Although the 1990s were relatively chaotic and the public security was not as good as it did later, it did not include the Northeast.

The Northeast is said to be a black club, and it is said that. In fact, throughout the 1990s, the security of the Northeast was the best place in the country. It would be fine if a single woman walked all night. No one was afraid of anything.

The reputation of Northeastern people is that they like to fight. For example, there were no pitfalls and robberies in developed areas in the south during this period. There must be cheating, and there are also gambling. There are also violence from black against black, but it will not involve ordinary people.

Let’s talk about ordinary people. Ning Xinan remembers to read this site for favorites. It’s really fast to update here. Everyone has been fighting since childhood. If it doesn’t work, just do it, so it’s usually nothing.

There are many gangsters in society, hang out on the streets, karaoke halls, dance halls, billiards and ball clubs, and bullying students everywhere, it is just a group fight.

There is a night market here, and the lights are already lit up now.

Clothing, shoes, hats, snacks, barbecue and barbecue are busy setting up stalls.

The restaurant Zhou Xinbing mentioned is called Bianjing Soup Bun. There is a small black brand next to the big brand, and it is carved from wood: a meat restaurant.

A big bungalow. This area is full of big bungalows, several restaurants, and the rest are clothing, shoes and hat shops. They are all open now, and it seems that they want to grab a business with the night market.

The two of them held hands and entered the store, and when they came in, they could smell the smell of meat.

There are not many customers, but there are many clerks. A group of older sisters in their thirties and forties sit aside and watch TV...

"What to eat? There is no cooking, only buns and jar meat. Xiao Wang, are there still jar meat?"

"How many people are there? Two people have it, enough."

Zhou Xinbing began to arrange: "Two bowls of meat, one bowl of rice, two drawers of buns."

"Come and pay the money." The eldest sister walked to the desk at the door and took out the keys to open the drawer: "Twenty-six five."

Zhang Yanming paid the bill.

There are few people and vegetables, so I sat down and served a bowl of boiled water before I finished drinking the meat from the buns, and the steam was steaming.

"Eat quickly, you're going to get off work."

If this is said for many years, it will be a fight, but it will be normal now and no one will choose this principle.

"This girl looked at Jun." The eldest sister walked towards the TV and praised Zhou Xinbing.

I love hearing these words, Zhou Xinbing's eyes were about to squint together. She looked at Zhang Yanming sweetly, and Zhang Yanming nodded: "She's right."

Mix garlic sauce and light sesame oil. Source of this article: Bokan Novel Network. The two started eating.

You feed me a bite of meat, I will pick you up a bun, and a simple meal will taste sweet.

"It's delicious. Can you make it?"

After dinner, Zhou Xinbing asked with both hands holding Zhang Yanming's arm on her body.

"Yes. Just buy a jar," Zhang Yanming looked at the night market: "Can you go shopping?"

"You want." Zhou Xinbing spread Zhang Yanming's arms and changed to holding hands, and pulled him towards the night market stall.

The night market business is particularly good now because things are generally cheaper than in shopping malls.

Brand awareness has just risen at this time and has not yet been deeply rooted in people's hearts. As long as it looks good, has the right price, and is of quality to sell, and the profits are generally higher than later.

"This one looks good, you can try it." Zhou Xinbing pointed to a men's casual outfit in the style of a half-trench coat.

"Where am I wearing? I'm afraid I can't do it, I'm not big enough." Zhang Yanming said, and asked the boss for the clothes to put them on his body.

Zhou Xinbing tilted her head and looked around the side and left and right, back and forth: "It's a bit bad. I told you to grow so short." She raised her foot and kicked Zhang Yanming's calves.

The boss wiping his beard and laughed: "Brother...boko                                                                                                                      

Zhang Yanming looked at the boss: "You are so embarrassed, you are not as tall as me, are you?"

The boss took a photo of the clothes pocket: "We are not big enough to get a wallet, so we won't do it."

Zhou Xinbing pointed to the clothes on the shelf: "That one, take that one. Just know the vernacular language, do you sell goods? If you do this, you have to make your wife scratch your teeth."

"She can't bear to bear it." The boss is a talkative person and a little owed. He turned around and took Zhou Xinbing's clothes with him.

It is a leather jacket, with a large V-neck, three buttons, and a circle of braids tied around the collar. Ning Xinan remembers to read this site to bookmark it, it is very fast to update here. Copper buttons.

"Eight hundred and eight." The boss measured one eight.

Zhang Yanming put it on and looked at it, it was OK.

"Four hundred." Zhou Xinbing paid a price.

The boss glared: "Girl, where are you really chopping in the waist? Are you a little cruel?"

Zhou Xinbing glared at him: "Who told you to say he is short? Can you sell it? Don't sell it?"

The boss was stunned for a moment: "That, as soon as I answered, would it be three hundred?"

Zhou Xinbing opened her mouth and the boss waved her hand and interrupted: "No, no, no, no, I'm afraid of you. Take it with you four hundred and five, I'll take it as a gift for you."

Zhang Yanming was going to pay, so Zhou Xinbing pulled him, took out his wallet from his pocket, counted four and threw them in front of the boss: "Go, look at the shoes again." He pulled Zhang Yanming forward.

The boss looked at the two of them and looked at the four hundred dollars in front of him: "This, that, I'm damn, can you force me to buy it?" He put the money in his hand.

A popular saying in the 1990s: Don’t say chopping in the middle, I will still make a profit from the feet when you wipe your feet. At this time, the profit of clothing is so great that people cannot imagine later.
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