Huang Xiaochuan jumped out of the car and quickly crossed the road. Liuzi, who had been waiting on the opposite side of the road for a long time, greeted him. The two looked like friends they hadn't seen for a long time. They looked at each other and smiled, patted each other on the shoulder, and then put their arms around each other. He walked straight towards the braised pork stall.
Today, for the first time, there are new dishes on the braised food stall. Xiaopang'er picked a few braised food from all over the city and took them to the night market to sell. This can be compared to Jiao San, who sells clothes, and Li Tielong, who sells books. The wine putty was extremely happy.
Originally, Yao Yuan found it troublesome and refused to add new dishes.
The biggest fear of being a caterer is that the good wine will stay in the stall all night long. Not to mention occupying empty seats, it is easy to drink and cause trouble. Yao Yuan has always refused to sell wine in his stall, let alone provide food to go with the wine.
However, the braised pork intestines that I sell are naturally a good ingredient to go with wine. Even if there are no other dishes to go with wine, most of the guests will bring some wine and take a few sips with the braised large intestine.
The little fat boy who fell in the eyes of Qian had long been clamoring to add food and drinks, and wanted to sell more money. Yao Yuan kept prevaricating, but in the end, they just took over the ready-made braised food all over the city and sold it, especially the braised food. Pig tails and trotters are very popular.
Yao Yuan had no choice but to turn a blind eye. Anyway, it was all about making more money for his family. There was nothing wrong with people trying to increase the unit price per customer!
Jiao San and Li Tielong were squatting on a small bench, gnawing pig tails and tearing pig trotters unscrupulously, sipping wine, sipping large intestines, and drinking a bottle of Erguotou. When they looked up, Huang Maoer and Liuzi had already walked up to them.
The two people stood up hurriedly: "Hey, this is not Huang~..."
Jiao San wanted to say "Huang Mao'er", but felt something was wrong, so he quickly corrected: "Isn't this Brother Chuan'er? We haven't seen each other for a while. Does that mean you've been doing well lately?"
Huang Xiaochuan squeezed out a smile on his cold face and nodded at some food on the table: "It's not bad. I've been a little busy recently. Why are you two so good at this?"
Li Tielong spat out the bones in his mouth and took over the conversation: "Isn't that right? Just drink it to satisfy your cravings. Take two sips after closing the stall every day. That's called comfort. It's much better than going out to a restaurant. What's up, Brother Chuan'er, let's go together Have a drink?"
Facing Li Tielong's invitation, Huang Xiaochuan raised his hand and thanked him: "No, I want to talk to the six sons about something. Let's work another day. We are still here. I invite you!"
After saying that, his eyes wandered around, and he took Liu Zi to find a corner to sit down.
After finally settling the account, Xie Laozhaoer came over and shouted sweetly: "Hey, brother, why are you here free?"
Huang Xiaochuan's eyes squinted: "What's wrong, we can't come to your shabby stall?"
"Hey brother, you are giving us a compliment by coming to eat at our stall. You can eat whatever you want, and I will increase the amount for you without increasing the price!" Xie Laozhao'er smiled a little flatteringly.
Huang Xiaochuan made a show of pretending: "Don't do anything useless, just serve us the same wine and dishes as Jiao San'er and the others, and two more bowls of braised food, and then you can help me go to the canteen across the street to buy a bottle of Si Te." "
Xie Laozhao'er responded and was about to leave when Liuzi stopped him again: "Brother, do you have any vegetarian dishes that can go well with wine?"
Xie Laozhao'er stopped and scratched his head: "Brother, there are really no vegetarian dishes. I told Yao Yuan'er's grandson that they haven't been able to prepare them."
"You classmates are quite diverse. Why don't you even prepare a vegetarian dish? You are too lazy to earn money, right? So what? Is he here now? Call me over, I have something to do with him." Huang Xiaochuan seemed to suddenly remember something. .
"He was here just now. A classmate came to see him and he went home first." Xie Laozhao'er replied. Yao Yuan took Xiao Hua'er around the stall just now and happened to bump into Wang Hongyu who had just watched the concert. The three of them went home muttering.
Xie Laozhaoer was reluctant to part with the business and decided to stay and watch the stall.
Huang Xiaochuan was a little surprised and pointed at the many diners around him: "Is Yao Yuanxin that big? Why don't you keep an eye on such a good business here?"
Xie Laozhao'er cut his mouth and said, "I'm here. I'll find you two cucumbers in a while and you can make do with it. Next time you come, I'll make sure to get some vegetarian dishes to clear your mouth."
After saying that, he turned around and went to work.
When he came back carrying a bottle of white wine, he saw Huang Xiaochuan and Liu Zi putting their heads together, talking mysteriously.
Xie Laozhao'er became curious and leaned in from behind. He vaguely heard something: "The scourge at the door of the house needs to be eliminated. Gu Yanwang and Shunzi have been sent in..."
After hearing bits and pieces intermittently, I knew that what the two people were talking about was not a good thing, so I coughed quickly: "Brother, I bought you the wine you asked for."
Huang Xiaochuan turned his head and glanced sideways: "Little guy, are you here to eavesdrop on your brother?!"
It turns out that people already knew that he was standing behind him, and Xie Laozhaoer was embarrassed: "No, I didn't..."
"If you are curious, take a good look at this shabby stall of yours. Why are everyone eating here? Do you know those two brats over there?" Huang Xiaochuan lectured and pointed to the side with his finger. Two and a half boys on top.
After eating a large bowl of stew, the two and a half-year-olds held their stomachs and felt so comfortable that they didn't want to move.
Xu Zhiyong watched Erdai pour the last bit of soup from the big bowl into his mouth, along with a few coriander leaves. He was about to give him a few words, when suddenly there was a sound on the table in front of him, and an extra kitchen knife was chopped on it. On the table!
At this time, it can be seen that the two of them have not been fooling around on the street in vain during this period, and their reaction speed is very fast. The two of them ran away in unison and then looked back.
I saw a little fat man about his own age, gnashing his teeth and baring his claws, saying fiercely: "Don't think that I don't know what you two do. If you come to my stall to eat, I welcome you, but if you want to cause trouble in my stall, , see if I chop off your hands! Go back and say something to that black and green guy, if you continue to cause trouble around here sooner or later, you bunch of bastards will be dealt with!"
Little Fatty Hu, who was getting angry, actually had some looks, and a series of words he said here and there were really impressive!
Xu Zhiyong pulled Erdai and looked at the little fat man in front of him, then at the people laughing behind him, and was stunned for a moment.
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Yao Yuan looked at Wang Hongyu in front of him and was a little confused.
This grandson is really talented in music. He took down the music scores of some of the songs he hummed casually, and simply sang them with guitar accompaniment. The restoration was highly consistent with the original songs.
It seems that he deserves to be able to eat this bowl of rice in the future.
Wang Hongyu was obviously still excited by the atmosphere of the just-concluded Qi Qin concert. After the Lonely Warrior finished singing, he sang My Motherland again. After singing My Motherland, another song was born, like a summer flower. Then, before he could get enough of it, he stumbled again. Here comes a song of blooming life...
Wang Hongyu's voice is clear and a little hoarse, the treble is generous enough, and the bass is magnetic. In addition, he plays the guitar superbly. Seeing Xiao Hua'er look at Wang Hongyu with stars in her eyes.
In the music scene of 1993, it was an era when gods emerged in large numbers, especially the kings and queens from Hong Kong and Taiwan, who all released works that could be called god-level. Even so, these songs from later generations are also outstanding, especially these songs have one characteristic, which highlights the individual spirit and feelings.
In this era that emphasizes collectiveness, these songs, both in terms of melody and lyrics, directly touch the hearts of slightly rebellious young people, and the appeal of the rhythm is rare to hear in that era. No wonder Wang Hongyu is locked up at home and is obsessed with everything. Instead, he sorted out the messy tunes that Yao Yuan usually hummed.
I originally wanted to help Wang Hongyu with her singing career, but who knew that she was such a caring person and when an opportunity came around, she actually grabbed it!
"Yuan'er, my mom and dad have both said that although the styles of these songs are different, they are all rare masterpieces, and they are very popular. Do you think I can be popular if I sing these songs?! Wang Hongyu finally got tired of singing and asked proudly while holding the guitar.
Nonsense, songs like this are all classics that will become very popular in later generations. These few songs are enough to make a first-line singer.
Yao Yuan was confused and didn't know how to answer this question, but he saw Wang Hongyu suddenly changed his face and looked over with suspicion: "No! What's wrong?! You want to say that you read too many recipes when cooking, and you figured it out on your own. I can still believe it. Music and cooking are completely different things. This is art. Where did you get your ability? You actually hummed out so many fine lyrics and music casually?!"
have to! There is no way to explain this. Yao Yuan regrets that he was too arrogant.
"Cooking is called cooking. Cooking is also an art. It is no different from music and painting. Do you understand this?!" Yao Yuan said forcefully.
"My classmate has been here for almost three years, and I still don't understand you? You'd better tell the truth!" Wang Hongyu's eyes became more doubtful.
Yao Yuan gritted his teeth: "Well, I definitely can't lie to you, but I can only tell you that this is what I dreamed about. It will be boring for you to continue to dig deeper."
"Did you dream about it? Why haven't I ever had such a good dream?" Wang Hongyu thought Yao Yuan was still perfunctory and gritted his teeth.
But Yao Yuan nodded solemnly to him: "Yes, I just dreamed about it. It's not just these songs, there are many other things. If you are a friend, don't ask anymore, okay?"
Wang Hongyu was stunned for a long time, then swept the guitar strings with his right hand, and with the roar of the guitar: "Okay, you are a genius, you dreamed of this! I believe it!"
Yao Yuan smiled when he saw Wang Hongyu's head full of questions, unwilling to get to the bottom of things but hesitant to speak.
This is what a good friend should be like. If you ask for details about everything, you are looking for others to lie to you.
"My dad contacted me in a bar called Texas, right next to Weigong Village, and asked me to go there and sing there every weekend, and I would earn fifty yuan a day. If I practice these songs, Okay, can it be an instant success?" Wang Hongyu changed the topic again.
Singing in a bar?
It seems that Wang Hongyu has been locked up at home these days and has done nothing. I wonder why his parents suddenly became so open-minded and actually allowed him to go to the bar to sing? And take the initiative to contact him?
Weigong Village, isn't that the entrance to the art college where his parents attended.
Then I thought about it again, haha, it is most likely that Wang Hongyu secretly ran to the street to sell braised pork, which scared his father and mother. The sons of two artists became vendors, and they still sold sesame. It's shocking enough.
In order to prevent his son from going further down the wrong path, he probably had to take this step.
"No, what did you say? Go to the bar to sing these songs?" Yao Yuan suddenly woke up and asked.
"Yes, it will definitely be popular!" Wang Hongyu was full of confidence.
"No! Absolutely not!" Yao Yuan refused without even thinking!
