Delicious pizza

Pushing open a glass door covered with large flowers, Zheng Cheng blinked several times when he saw the decoration style of a woman with large flowered handkerchiefs and red lanterns hanging on the wall, wondering if he had seen it wrong.

"Didn't you say pizza?" he asked.

"Yes, pizza." Hu Hanyu waved towards the cashier.

"Hey, Hanzi is here?" A tall and strong man walked out from behind the cashier, teleported in front of the two of them in just a few steps, and patted Hu Hanyu's shoulders while shaking hands.

"Boss, Brother Zhao." Hu Hanyu introduced, "My friend, his last name is Zheng."

"Brother Zheng!" Brother Zhao extended his hand and shook hands with Zheng Cheng. "Just sit back and relax, treat yourself like you're home. Where's Dazhuang? Dazhuang! Your brother Han is here~"

While calling his waiter, the boss teleported to the kitchen. The two of them found a secluded seat in the corner, and Hanyu brought two enamel cups filled with water.

"Pizza?" Zheng Cheng pointed the red words "Serve the People" on the cup at Hu Hanyu and asked.

"Pizza." Hanyu replied with a smile.

Zhao Ge's Hanyu met him because he was a supplier to Tianren. He had actually lived in Italy, but he didn't want to forget his roots. He made the crust from large dough and made his own tomato sauce, which he kept in a large jar.

"Come on, this delicious pizza." Brother Zhao placed a freshly baked salami pizza between them and brought two bottles of Atlantic orange soda. "Drinks are for you."

"Is there a glass? He likes to drink from a glass." Hanyu pointed at Zheng Cheng.

"No need, it's fine like this." Zheng Cheng took the glass bottle, pinched the straw and took two sips.

Sparkling Orange Fruit without the fruit pulp.

The phone on the table vibrated. Hu Hanyu took a look and hung up.

"It's rang three times. Is it really okay?" Zheng Cheng asked.

"My dad." Hanyu took two sips of sparkling fruitless orange juice. "The rent for Dijia Baozi in Beijing has doubled. He's anxious."

"What?!" It was obvious that Guo Cancan did it, and Zheng Cheng's knuckles turned white as he pinched the bottle.

"It's okay. I'm already losing money, so it's no big deal." Hu Hanyu picked up a slice of pizza and said, "Eat it while it's hot."

The handmade pizza crust is thin and chewy, the tomato sauce is sweet and sour, and the fragrance of basil leaves makes the abundant cheese less greasy. It is delicious.

Surprisingly, it is authentic Neapolitan pizza.

But Zheng Cheng was distracted by Hanyu's words at the moment and ate very slowly.

"I'm going to make a phone call." He put down the pizza and walked out.

"Da Zhuang, where have you been? I told you that your brother Han would come today." Brother Zhao yelled at Da Zhuang who came in from the kitchen, "What's wrong? Why didn't you say anything?"

The young man who entered the room lowered his head and walked slowly to Hu Hanyu.

"Let's talk about things." Hanyu put down the pizza.

"Brother Han." Da Zhuang's voice sounded a little hoarse, and there was a fresh scratch under his left eye. "I'm sorry."

Hu Hanyu stood up.

"Where are the people?" he asked.

"I won't bother with you even if you don't admit it, but you can't let others suffer with you, right? You should think carefully about how to compensate them!" Zheng Cheng said and hung up the phone without waiting for the other party to reply.

This Guo Zengchen is really a gangster. Even if he wants to be a landlord, he can't be so possessive of other people's shops, right?

Before returning to his seat, Zheng Cheng was still wondering whether he should do a good deed without leaving his name or just scold Guo Cancan with Hu Hanyu, but he found that there were only two half-eaten pizzas on their table.

"Where is Hanyu?" Zheng Cheng asked Brother Zhao who was standing aside and looked like he had just been pulled out of the water.

"He, he, he's a bit spicy." Brother Zhao wiped the sweat from his face. The taste of corn grits in his mouth was so good that it could be used to make porridge.

The door to the shop's back kitchen leads to the gap between the buildings. The narrow passage, which is just enough for one person and a trash can to pass through, connects to the back of all the restaurants and smells of rotten slop.

The names of Pi Yan Zi and Chu Tian Yi in the restaurant are too appropriate and there is no substitute.

No matter how prosperous the area is, there will always be such sewage-like things.

A gangster was pressed against the wall, his cheek rubbing against the wall, leaving a streak of blood, and he groaned in pain.

"Did you just threaten Da Zhuang like this?" Hu Hanyu asked.

The gangster wanted to struggle, but he was firmly pinned down from head to legs and feet, unable to move.

"Where are the others? Where are they hiding?" Hanyu's voice was cold.

"Just...I..." The gangster uttered two words with difficulty, but his cunning eyes glanced to the other corner of the alley.

Hu Hanyu put his elbow on the gangster's back, hooked an empty beer box beside him with his foot, and kicked it hard into the dark corner of the alley. The beer box bounced off with a metallic collision sound and rolled on the ground a few times.

"Ce Na! Nai Yi Suo Te!" Two people came out dragging iron rods and cursing.

"Brother Zheng, let's talk it over. We're going to call the police." Brother Zhao bowed with both hands. "We've just started this little shop with great difficulty, and Dazhuang's health certificate still has some issues and hasn't been updated. We can't afford to be bothered."

"If you can't stand it, don't bother. Everyone's gone in half a meal. How can I not call the police?" Zheng Cheng unlocked his phone.

"No, no, no, it's not like that. Hanzi is just going to discuss something and will be back soon." Brother Zhao continued to explain, "Da Zhuang is with them. The two of them can handle it. They're both good fighters..."

"Can you fight? Fight? Gathering a crowd to fight, right? Then why don't you call the police and wait for death?" Zheng Cheng glared at him, "Why don't you go?"

Brother Zhao was sweating profusely: "I just had better nutrition when I was a child..."

"Huh? Are you back?" Hu Hanyu smiled at Zheng Cheng.

"See, what did I say? You're back, right?" Brother Zhao laughed dryly, stroking his chest. "Ouch, I was so scared that the plaque in my carotid artery almost fell off."

Zheng Cheng couldn't laugh. He walked over and pulled Hu Hanyu up and down, making sure that he was not injured, then punched him in the chest lightly.

"Where have you been?" he asked. "That puffy Zhao just stopped me."

The bloated Brother Zhao dragged Da Zhuang and ran quickly to the kitchen.

"Nothing." Hanyu said, taking his arm and walking towards the seat, "Eat, it's okay."

"Why are you okay?" Zheng Cheng broke free from him. "Why don't you go to the kitchen? It's not your shop."

"It's been resolved, don't worry about it." Hanyu went to pull him again.

"Me? Don't bother?" Zheng Cheng grabbed him with his backhand. "How can I not care about your business? If you were just my assistant, why would I care about you? Who are you to me now?"

She paused holding his hand, then squeezed it tighter, as if afraid he would run away.

"I'll tell you, okay? Sit down first." Hanyu whispered in his ear.

The two of them sat back in their seats. Zheng Cheng raised his pizza and took a big bite. The pizza was cold, the cheese was no longer stringy, and the sauce had soaked into the pizza, making it even more flavorful.

It’s actually delicious. Brother Zhao, the puffy guy, is really good at it.

"Da Zhuang was my former neighbor's kid. He has an intellectual disability, and I found him a job." Hu Hanyu saw that he was eating happily, and then he said calmly, "Someone is giving him trouble. I'm going to treat him."

A man came out from the back of the kitchen. He was wearing scald-proof gloves and holding a square container.

"Thousand-layer noodles with meat sauce." Da Zhuang reported the name of the dish in a simple and honest manner.

"Has everyone left?" Hanyu asked him.

"Let's go." Da Zhuang nodded, and the fat on his belly shook a few times.

"Looking for trouble with him? Da Zhuang looks more honest than Xiong Da." Zheng Cheng asked as he watched Da Zhuang's back staggering back to the kitchen.

"So, actually, you are looking for me." Hanyu lowered his head, cut a piece of noodles with meat sauce, and put it on Zheng Cheng's plate.

The thugs in the alley were so talkative that they confessed everything after a steel rod was pressed on their necks. It was Gu Jiaxin who came to find them.

"This kid hasn't given up yet? He's such a scoundrel, using such means." Zheng Cheng scooped up a piece of noodles with a fork, and the meat sauce and cheese formed an attractive curve.

"He told Dazhuang he was my friend, gave him some candy, and told him to tell them if he heard I was coming." Hu Hanyu shook his head as he ate. "Dazhuang saw them holding the iron pipes and realized something was wrong, so he stopped them from entering."

Although Da Zhuang has a strong sense of justice, he is not very strong in taking a beating.

The fork was placed back on the table.

"I'm full." Zheng Cheng said, "It's delicious."

Hu Hanyu looked up at him and said, "You feel full very suddenly."

Suddenly, he lost his appetite. Zheng Cheng realized that the two troubles with Hu Hanyu were all caused by him.

"Zheng You will go and negotiate the rent in Beijing." He told him about the recent call while rubbing his temples. "Take me home after you finish eating. I'm a little tired."

"Okay." Hu Hanyu nodded without saying much.

Sitting in the passenger seat of the G-Class, Zheng Cheng said nothing. He felt like something was blocking his heart, an indescribable feeling.

Although Hu Hanyu didn't say anything, he was always paying attention to his condition, and the number of times he glanced at the rearview mirror was twice as high as normal.

"Are you driving in reverse, looking at the rearview mirror all the time?" Zheng Cheng asked lazily while looking out the window.

Taking advantage of the red light, Hanyu pinched Zheng Cheng's face.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked.

"It's none of your business." Zheng Cheng said.

"Who am I to you? How can it not be my business?" Hanyu laughed.

This sentence just came out of Zheng Cheng's mouth, but now it sounds different.

"Hanyu, why don't we just forget it?" Zheng Cheng said.

The traffic light changed, but the car didn't move. The car behind them flashed its headlights at them.

"The light is green." Zheng Cheng pointed ahead.

The car drove forward a few meters, pulled over and stopped, and Hu Hanyu turned on the hazard lights.

"Why?" he asked.

"Why?" Zheng Cheng blinked.

"Why forget it?" Hu Hanyu put the emphasis on the last word.

Zheng Cheng looked at his hand on his knee, which was scratching a piece of dead skin on his thumb.

"Nothing good has happened to you since you were with me." He said in a low voice.

"Nothing good has ever happened to me," Hu Hanyu said. "Meeting you is the best thing that has ever happened to me."

Zheng Cheng finally lifted up the dead skin on his thumb. He pulled it hard and a drop of blood came out.

"Hiss..." Zheng Cheng jumped in pain, and before he could react, Hu Hanyu grabbed his finger and put it into his mouth.

"What are you doing? Hu Hanyu, let me go." he shouted.

"It's even now." Hu Hanyu took out a piece of paper and wrapped his fingers with it to wipe them. "You've also encountered bad things when you met me."

"How can this be considered a bad thing?" Zheng Cheng pinched his fingers.

"Zheng Cheng." Hu Hanyu called him.

Zheng Cheng turned around and saw Hu Hanyu looking unusually serious.

"Honestly, do you like me?" he asked.

Remembering what Dr. Yin said during the consultation this morning, Zheng Cheng looked into his eyes.

"I like it." He said, more seriously than he expected.

"Then it can't be counted." Hu Hanyu said, "Because I like you too."

"But I caused you to be targeted by those people..."

"It's not because of you, Zheng Cheng." Hu Hanyu touched his face, "You didn't do anything wrong."

The warmth from his dry palms relaxed Zheng Cheng's tense temples and made his eyes sore.

Everything around him faded away, the street scene outside the window, the roar of the engine, and all that remained before him were those two lips that always wore a smile, and those gentle eyes that reflected his face.

Hu Hanyu might be thinking the same thing as him.

"Can I kiss you?" Hanyu asked, "Today it's my turn to kiss you."