After digging a hole and burying my culinary debut, I washed my hands using the water pipe in the landscaping. Before I could decide where to go next, my stomach started to rumble.
He hadn't eaten since morning.
Feeling the few dozen dollars in his pocket, he decided to go buy something to eat. A new "Lao Shan" restaurant had just opened not far from his home, so he decided to order a large bowl of noodles there!
Shaanxi noodle restaurants, Shanxi noodle restaurants, and Henan noodle restaurants have always been very popular among the people. This Lao Shaanxi noodle restaurant is well located, close to hospitals, schools, and residential areas.
When Zhou Mingming arrived, it was dinner time and the hall was already full.
The waitress was a round-faced girl with two dimples and a cheerful demeanor. She started preparing meals at the door. Although there were no empty tables, we could order first. She also said that the table turnover in their restaurant was very fast, and if we didn't mind, we could share a table.
Okay, Zhou Mingming felt even hungrier when he smelled the food, so he stood at the door and ordered a bowl of oil-splashed noodles, which cost him six yuan.
After ordering, the girl gave him a pick-up card and pointed him to an empty seat in the corner.
Zhou Mingming walked to the table with the small card. Just as he was about to pull out a chair and sit down, he found that there was an acquaintance sitting at the table - his father Zhou Dagang.
In front of Lin Yi was a nearly empty bowl of mutton soup buns. He noticed someone looking at him and looked up: "What a coincidence?"
.......
Both the father and the son felt guilty and embarrassed.
"Are you eating?" Zhou Mingming scratched his head and tried to make small talk.
Lin Yi glanced at the remaining "Fugen'er" in his bowl and gave up. He didn't know why, but he didn't want to breathe the same air with his son anymore. "Ah, I'm done."
Zhou Mingming: "Oh, I'm done. You can leave first after you finish eating."
Lin Yi: "Oh, okay."
.....
After leaving Shaanxi, Zhou Mingming was going to the bookstore to buy a cookbook. He had just thought about it while eating noodles: either Xiaoxia's cooking skills were too poor to be a teacher, or she had a trick up her sleeve.
You still have to find a way yourself.
Zhou Mingming was very familiar with the bookstall in front of the Cultural Palace. He specially bought a book with pictures of 108 home-cooked dishes, which was in color. He just flipped through it and felt as if he could smell the fragrance.
That's it.
He walked back with the book in his pocket. When he passed the newly opened game city on the corner, he couldn't walk anymore.
I still have thirty-nine dollars in my pocket, how about playing for a while?
This game hall has only been open for a short time. I heard that there are dozens of game consoles in it, all imported from Japan and Hong Kong.
He had previously made an appointment with a few good friends to come here and play for a day after the holiday.
Now I have holidays every day and money in my pocket, isn’t that perfect?
When I entered the store, the boss said that there was a big opening sale for one month, three game coins for one dollar. There were not many people there at the moment, so if I bought thirty coins, I could get five extra.
How could he not take advantage of such a good deal? Zhou Mingming decisively changed his one dollar bill into ten. The owner quickly counted out 35 game coins, put them in a plastic box, and handed it to him: "Here, come back if you don't have enough."
It’s not enough, it’s really not enough. The game consoles here are too new. He has never heard of many of the games, let alone played them. The game over prompt sound always comes very quickly.
Ten coins are used up
Another ten yuan
This time I finally got the hang of it. Each round of the game can last a little longer. It's addictive.
The coins are used up again, change them for ten more.
In the end, not even the last nine pieces were spared.
Even with an empty pocket, he was reluctant to leave. He watched other rookies play inside, sighing and complaining, "They are so bad, so bad. How can someone play so badly?"
I almost got beaten several times!
This game hall is open 24 hours a day and there is no mention of closing time. Zhou Mingming was so engrossed in the game that he forgot the time. When Lin Yi came over, he looked at his watch and it was already 12 o'clock in the middle of the night.
"I was wrong, I was wrong, Dad. I, I, I just came in to take a look, and I forgot the time..." Seeing that it was so late, Zhou Mingming was a little scared. If his father beat him here, no one would stop him.
Besides, he knew he was in the wrong and hadn't expected it to come to this. He pulled Lin Yi and was about to walk out, but Lin Yi shook his arm off.
Zhou Mingming shuddered, it was bad.
I hope I don’t get slapped in the face when I do it later.
Lin Yi didn't lecture him, but walked towards the bar and took out 10 yuan: "Change me into 10 yuan coins."
Zhou Mingming was puzzled. What did it mean?
Lin Yi directly handed the plastic box containing the game coins to Zhou Mingming: "Hold it for me. Let me see what's so interesting about this thing that makes you stay out all night and never want to leave."
Zhou Mingming followed him with the box in his hand, looking confused, and watched him play from "King of Fighters" to "Street Fighter".
All died in seconds,
From "Famous General Swordsman" to "Dinosaur Fighter",
There is also "Metal Slug",
"Three Kingdoms War",
"Journey to the West to Release Evil" and so on.
In less than twenty minutes, more than thirty coins were gone.
Lin Yi rolled up his sleeves and pulled out another 20 yuan from his pocket: "I don't believe it anymore. Help me change it for another 70 coins."
This time I "died" even faster, 70 coins were lost in just half an hour.
Lin Yi took out another fifty-yuan note and handed it over: "Change it for another fifty-yuan note."
Zhou Mingming tugged at his sleeve: "Dad, let's go back. It's too late."
Lin Yi glared: "No, I haven't had enough fun yet. I don't believe I can't play with this thing. Go change it!"
Zhou Mingming went to exchange a heavy small box of game coins, and when he came back he said, "The boss said there aren't that many left. I'll give you 100 first, and he'll bring the rest over later."
"Okay, let's play first. Here you go." Lin Yi generously grabbed a dozen coins from the box and handed them to Zhou Mingming: "You go and play for a while too."
Zhou Mingming was unsure what his father was up to. He stood there nervously for a long time. Seeing that his father was immersed in the game and completely ignored him, he wandered over to the machine nearby and started playing Street Fighter.
This was the game he was watching just now, and this was what made him feel so bad. Losing the game was even more painful than being ranked last in his grade. He thought he could try again.
Before I had used up a dozen or so game coins, the boss sent me the remaining seventy or eighty unredeemed coins.
When he had used up these seventy or eighty, he looked back and found that his father was gone.
After walking around the whole place, I found that one place was the most lively. There were many people gathered inside and outside, and bursts of exclamations and sighs of regret could be heard from the crowd from time to time.
He jumped up and down to look inside. The man in the middle holding the game controller and playing passionately, who else could it be but his father?
Zhou Mingming tried to squeeze in several times but failed. At this time, a voice of "Game over" came from the game machine again, and the crowd sighed in unison.
Then, he heard his father's loud voice:
"Boss, give me another one hundred yuan."
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