Chapter 70: Crazy Sweep of the Foodie Duo
On the entire fourth floor, there were huge crowds of people in front of all the restaurants, and it was the peak queuing period.
The waiter at the door was enthusiastically introducing the hot pot in his store, and his face was covered with a dense layer of sweat.
"Our specialty, the original cut of beef, is very delicious. You can try it."
"Hello, I've booked a private room for Mr. Han."
Yan Kuan stepped forward and said hello politely.
The usher looked up at Yan Kuan and replied with a smile, "Hello, Mr. Han, right? Wait a moment, I have something to ask."
Then he pressed the intercom in front of him: "Is there a private room for Mr. Han?"
There was a hissing sound from the intercom, and after almost ten seconds, a voice came out: "Yes, room one, Mr. Han is already waiting. Bring the guest over directly."
"Got it."
After hanging up the intercom, the usher smiled and said, "Hello, please come in."
"Thanks."
After thanking him, the four of them followed the usher to private room number one.
Enter the main lobby of the hot pot restaurant.
The heat was boiling everywhere. Although it was a hot day, it was so comfortable to eat hot pot with the air conditioner on.
There were songs playing in the store, and the noise of people talking was so loud that it made people's heads hurt.
Chen Xiaodao looked around and then poke Feng Zhibai's arm and sighed, "This store is doing really well, and the location is great too."
"Well, it's good. The feng shui is also pretty good. The shop is bright. Although the front door is empty, it is very popular."
Feng Zhibai has an occupational disease. He likes to look at places according to the feng shui layout wherever he goes.
When looking at a map, give priority to the feng shui pattern.
Chen Xiaodao was about to speak when the usher stopped and spoke first: "Hello, we're here. Mr. Han is waiting inside. Please come in. Call us if you need anything."
"Okay, thank you."
After Yan Kuan nodded and thanked them, the four of them pushed the door and entered the private room.
I don’t know if it was because the hot pot smell in the room was too strong, but when Feng Zhibai entered the room, he caught a strange smell on his nose.
After sniffing twice, she frowned slightly.
The smell is so subtle that people with a poor nose can't smell it at all.
As soon as Chen Xiaodao stepped into the door, he saw Feng Zhibai sniffing around.
Puzzled, he whispered, "What's wrong?"
"The smell in the private room is a bit strange."
"Does it taste weird?"
Blinking his eyes, Chen Xiaodao sniffed hard, but he could smell nothing but the smell of hot pot.
"No, it only smells like hot pot. It smells really good."
He laughed foolishly, his eyes fixed on the hot pot on the table.
The pot is already on fire and is simmering on low heat.
Hearing the door open, the man in the black coat put down his phone and stood up.
He pushed up his glasses, his face showing an unconcealable fatigue.
"Brother Kuan."
Han Dongping's voice was hoarse, and he called Yan Kuan first.
Yan Kuan couldn't bear to see him in this state, so he raised his hand and patted his shoulder: "Are you okay?"
Han Dongping didn't say anything, but shook his head weakly, then turned his gaze to the people behind Yan Kuan.
Yan Kuan turned sideways, revealing Feng Zhibai and his three companions.
"Let me introduce you. This is the master I mentioned to you a few days ago."
He raised his hand to signal Han Dongping to look at Feng Zhibai: "This is Miss Feng Zhibai."
Then he pointed at Chen Xiaodao and Lao Mitou: "Chen Xiaodao, Chen Xiaotianshi, this is Mr. Mi, the fortune teller."
Han Dongping was very well-mannered. He first straightened his clothes before greeting the three people.
"Ms. Feng, Mr. Chen, Mr. Mi, I have long heard of your great names."
Yan Kuan had told him before that these three people were capable. At first, he thought they were at least in their thirties or forties, but he didn't expect them to be so young.
Looking at the girl, she is about sixteen or seventeen years old, and the boy may be a little older, around twenty years old.
The only older one looked only forty years old.
If someone who doesn't know their identities looks at this group, they will just think that it is a master with two apprentices.
But in reality, there is one king, one bronze and one not even bronze.
"Hello, Mr. Han."
As the only social member of the trio, Lao Mi Tou naturally took on the social responsibility.
He extended his hand to Han Dongping and greeted him with a smile.
Han Dongping quickly extended his hand and shook it back: "Hello, you're welcome."
Chen Xiaodao just nodded symbolically and said calmly, "Hello."
"Hello."
As for Feng Zhibai, he had been sizing up his face since the moment he entered the door.
The eyes are drooping, the person is thoughtful, cautious and heavy-hearted.
The brow peak has a blade like a knife, so the person must have a knife.
It means that you can't provoke them, or they will bite you back.
Such people are a little bit schizophrenic.
The cheekbones are sunken and the temples are exposed.
Both of these sides are not good.
It means this person is not good enough.
Whether it is about people or feelings, people are not close to each other.
Looking at his twelve palaces along his cheeks, except for the Palace of Wealth which is very good, the other palaces are a mess.
Especially the Palace of Marriage.
He looks lonely and widowed at such a young age. The probability of him getting married in this life is 0.0001%.
Even if he has a wife, he will get divorced soon.
If you want to maintain your marriage, you have to bury your other half so that they can never get divorced.
Otherwise, he is destined to be lonely in this life.
"How pitiful."
Feng Zhibai sighed, and looked up along the bridge of Han Dongping's nose. There was a little black between his eyebrows, but it was not very serious.
This means that he is surrounded by bad luck, but it does not affect his life and is not a serious matter.
Just get more sun and run around in crowded places.
When his gaze moved to the tear troughs under his eyes, Feng Zhibai was shocked.
It's all black!
This is not the sign of being possessed by evil spirits, it is the sign of being tired, and the tiredness is caused by the loss of all essence into the void.
Simply put, it's too much sex.
The vital energy has been exhausted.
The boy is quite good at having fun.
Shaking his head, Feng Zhibai put his hands in his lap and didn't even look at Han Dongping.
Inexplicably dirty eyes.
"Please sit down first, we can eat and talk at the same time."
Yan Kuan was greeting a few people and was about to tell Feng Zhibai and the other two to go and prepare the condiments first, but when he turned around, Feng Zhibai and Chen Xiaodao were already pushing and shoving their way to the condiment table.
Only Old Mitou was left standing beside him, looking helpless.
"It's okay, Director Yan, this is normal. They might be the reincarnations of ghosts who died of starvation. Please be more tolerant."
With his hands behind his back, Old Mitou followed.
Yan Kuan tilted his head and looked at the backs of the three of them thoughtfully. After thinking for nearly ten seconds, he silently took out his mobile phone and scanned the order code on the table.
"What's wrong?"
Han Dongping rubbed his temples and saw Yan Kuan's serious expression. He thought something had happened and asked carefully.
Yan Kuan flipped through his phone seriously, sighed softly, and then replied, "The food is not enough, I'll add some more."
He raised his eyes and looked at Yan Kuan’s mobile phone interface.
He was really scared by the vegetables worth nearly a thousand yuan.
"That's enough, this is too much..."
"Not enough. Mr. Mi told me that Miss Feng and Mr. Chen are big eaters."
Han Dongping was puzzled. "Huh?" he asked. "Are you sure these three masters are reliable?"
"Reliable, absolutely reliable."
Seeing that the dishes were almost ready, Yan breathed a sigh of relief and put on a smile: "I'll go prepare the side dishes."
I turned around and went to the seasoning table, just in time to meet Feng Zhibai and the others coming back.
Feng Zhibai was holding two portions of seasonings, Chen Xiaodao was holding three portions, and Lao Mi Tou was holding one portion.
The three of them walking on the road formed a beautiful landscape.
The waiters passing by were surprised by Feng Zhibai's outfit and stunned by the piles of condiments in the three people's hands.
"Director Yan, go quickly and don't delay your meal."
Seeing Director Yan standing there with his mouth open, Chen Xiaodao shouted.
This brought Yan Kuan back to his senses.
He let out a dull sigh before heading towards the condiment table.
When he left the condiment counter, he was glad that he had ordered more dishes, otherwise it would not have been enough.
After preparing the seasoning and returning to the private room, several people had already put the dishes into the pot.
Yan Kuan was very sensible. He knew that as long as Feng Zhibai didn't speak, Chen Xiaodao and Lao Mi Tou would definitely not speak first.
Although he didn't get along much with Feng Zhibai, he had some idea of her personality.
Smiling at Han Dongping, he said, "Let's eat first."
Han Dongping was also an experienced person. He nodded and greeted Feng Zhibai and the others: "Miss Feng, Mr. Mi, Mr. Chen, you are welcome. You can eat whatever you want."
"good."
In response, the three of them picked up their chopsticks at the same time.
Yan Kuan and Han Dongping also looked at each other and picked up their chopsticks.
During this time, dishes were delivered to the private room one after another.
Plates were also continuously being removed.
At the beginning, Yan Kuan expressed doubts about the eating ability of Chen Xiaodao and the other two.
But when the dishes were brought up and the plates were lifted down, the doubts in his heart became final.
These two people are really the reincarnation of starving ghosts!
A huge eater!
In the end, Han Dongping, Yan Kuan and Lao Mitou all put down their chopsticks, but the two of them were still devouring the food!
One is a crazy meat eater, the other is a crazy vegetarian.
During this time, I didn't drink a sip of water and ate a lot of vegetables and meat!
When most of the dishes on the table were cleared away, they put down their chopsticks in satisfaction and lay down on the stools with their arms around their stomachs.
"Burp~"
Feng Zhibai took a sip of water, burped, and then uttered a statement that shocked everyone: "Burp~ 70% full."
Yan Kuan rolled his eyes and helplessly put his hand to his forehead.
This is more than what he eats in three meals a day, but she said she was only 70% full!
What's in her belly?
Can’t fill it up?
Chen Xiaodao also had a satisfied look on his face: "Ah~ I'm very full, I can't eat anymore, I'll vomit if I eat more."
After taking out a tissue to wipe his mouth, Feng Zhibai felt better. He tilted his body to look at Han Dongping and finally started the conversation: "Tell me, what's the matter?"
Han Dongping poured a cup of hot water, moistened his throat, and then said softly, "My wife is dead."
These five simple words brought down the atmosphere in the private room.
Yan Kuan didn't say anything. He knew about this matter, but he didn't understand it in depth.
Besides, today's matter was originally Han Dongping's, and he had no say.
"My wife is dead?"
Feng Zhibai tapped the table with his hands, a hint of joking on his face: "I can't stand lies, let alone fabricated rumors. I'll give you another chance. Whoever dies."
She leaned forward, and her aura directly suppressed Han Dongping.
Han Dongping looked at Feng Zhibai, his eyes evasive behind his black-framed glasses: "Yes, she's my ex-wife."
Yan Kuan was stunned for a moment: "Ex-wife?"
Han Dongping was embarrassed to look at Yan Kuan, squinting his eyes and nodded: "I'm sorry, Brother Kuan, I didn't mean to lie to you, it's just not convenient to tell you. Yanan and I are divorced, and not long after the divorce, Yanan got into trouble."
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