"Snacks are in the homework!"
Liu Yingying's voice came from behind: "The book has its own Yan Ruyu, the book has its own golden house, and the book has everything you want."
Ye Zi fell silent.
Staring straight at the homework book, I swallowed quietly, as if it was not paper, but fragrant meat skewers and cakes.
Ye Fan looked at Liu Yingying helplessly, and Liu Yingying looked at Ye Fan helplessly.
The two of them were top academics back then, but how come they lost their learning gene when they arrived at Ye Zi...
Is it true that a positive must be a negative?
Ye Fan held up his forehead and said, "Forget it. If you don't want to do the homework, just don't do it. Your father and I work so hard just to let you mother and daughter live a good life."
Ye Zi, who never forgets his original intention, looks forward to it: "Dad, can we go eat meat skewers?"
"……OK."
Instead of going home, the family of three, led by Liu Yingying, went to a barbecue restaurant in the old city.
This old restaurant has been in business for 20 years and its barbecue is excellent.
The store area is not large, and the first floor can only accommodate ten tables of customers, so you need to queue up every day.
The owner of the shop is a middle-aged woman in her fifties, with wrinkles between her eyebrows and eyes. She shuttles around the shop delivering barbecue or drinks, and is so busy that she doesn’t even have time to wipe off the sweat.
In the hall on the first floor, you can see a middle-aged man busy in front of the oven in the kitchen.
Various spices such as cumin and chili powder are sprinkled on the skewers, and as the fat burns, it emits an alluring aroma that makes people salivate.
"Auntie, I'm busy."
Liu Yingying took the initiative to say hello, but did not notice that Ye Fan's eyes were deeply locked on the middle-aged man in the kitchen.
The middle-aged man seemed to feel something. He looked back at Ye Fan in confusion, showed a simple smile and continued to barbecue.
Hear the cry.
The middle-aged woman subconsciously turned her head.
The moment he saw Liu Yingying, he was very happy and said: "Yingying is here, it's still the same place, just go with the horse."
"Auntie, just grill some kebabs as you like, not too many."
"OK!"
Liu Yingying was familiar with the road and followed the stairs to the rooftop on the second floor.
There is only a small oven, tables and chairs, and there are sundries and green potted plants piled nearby.
Obviously.
This place is usually not open to the public.
"whee."
Ye Zi's eyes were bright: "Dad, Mom and I come here and we never have to queue!"
Liu Yingying tucked a strand of hair behind her ears and said with a smile: "Aunt Zhang is Sister Juan's second aunt. This small table is reserved for Sister Juan. We have benefited from Sister Juan."
We were chatting on the rooftop on the second floor while enjoying the evening breeze.
After a while, Aunt Zhang came up with a lot of skewers and said in greeting: "Yingying, you haven't been here for a while. Your uncle was talking about you a while ago."
"I've been too busy lately."
Liu Yingying smiled and said: "Auntie, this is Ye Fan, my daughter's father."
Aunt Zhang praised: "The young man is very handsome, no wonder Yingying can't forget him."
"Aunt!"
Liu Yingying shouted with a red face.
"Haha, you're still shy."
"Grandma, I want to eat meat!"
Ye Zi shouted cutely.
"anything else?"
"Meat."
"..."
Aunt Zhang didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "This little girl is really full of pleasure."
Aunt Zhang exchanged brief greetings for a moment, then hurried downstairs when she heard her husband's shouts from downstairs.
"Yingying, how is Aunt Zhang's husband?" Ye Fan suddenly asked.
"He's a very nice person."
Liu Yingying didn't understand why Ye Fan asked this, and replied: "The uncle who skewers the skewers is Uncle Zhang. He smiles cheerfully every day and is not angry when drunk customers cause trouble. He is a good guy in the neighborhood."
"Um."
Ye Fan nodded and ate the kebabs silently.
Don't tell me yet.
This kebab tastes really good.
Ye Zi ate it like a feast, and the corners of his mouth were full of oil.
Halfway through.
Uncle Zhang came up with another plate of skewers, handed Ye Fan two bottles of beer, and said with a smile: "Xiaoye, right? I heard Juanzi talking about you, and I finally met you today. You are indeed a talented person."
Ye Fan also smiled and said: "Uncle Zhang, let's have a drink together?"
Liu Yingying kicked Ye Fan under the table: "Uncle Zhang is very busy, if you want to drink it yourself."
Zhang Ping waved his hands repeatedly: "It's okay, it's okay. We'll close downstairs after the customers have finished eating. Your aunt and I are getting older and can no longer stay up all night doing business."
"Yes, it doesn't matter how much money you make, just enough to spend."
Ye Fan filled Uncle Zhang's beer, the two clinked their glasses and drank it all in one gulp.
Ye Fan looked at Zhang Ping. This middle-aged man with a simple face and white hair on the sideburns looked very much like Ye Fan's honest second uncle Ye Dongshan.
but.
The only difference is that Zhang Ping is not a human, but a demon.
Although it was well hidden, there was still a trace of evil spirit leaking out. This was also the reason why Ye Fan asked Liu Yingying before and looked at the kitchen on the first floor.
Zhang Ping is a blood wolf.
However, there was no trace of human blood on his body, which meant that Zhang Ping had never eaten anyone.
Zhang Ping was cheerful, sometimes teasing Xiao Zizi, and sometimes clinking glasses with Ye Fan to drink.
It didn't take long.
Zhang Ping got drunk, put his arm around Ye Fan's shoulders and said drunkenly: "Xiaoye, you are a very nice person, come more when you are free..."
"Okay uncle."
Zhang Ping was supported by Aunt Zhang and staggered back to his room to sleep.
Ye Fan's family of three also had enough to eat and politely left.
"Yingying, you drive your daughter home first. I have something to do at the moment."
"……Um."
Liu Yingying drove away without asking any questions.
Ye Fan was walking around the old town, like a young man eating after a meal. When he saw an apple seller on the roadside, he bought five kilograms.
At this time, a simple and honest laughter came from behind: "Old Li, this is my nephew, it's cheaper."
"Ouch, Lao Zhang!"
The man who set up the stall pinched his cigarette and said, "Lao Zhang, it's rare for you to open your mouth. It's two yuan per catty. I'll give more to your nephew."
As he said that, he picked out three large and juicy red Fujis and stuffed them into plastic bags.
Ye Fan took the apple and paid for it. He was not surprised by the sudden appearance of Zhang Ping and Uncle Zhang.
The two of them walked along the street back to the barbecue restaurant, saying nothing all the way.
Ye Fan walked out of the alley, bathed in the moonlight.
Zhang Ping paused and hid his body in the shadow of Tongzi Tower.
Zhang Ping no longer smiled as innocently as before, and his face was extremely gloomy. If this scene was seen by neighbors, it would definitely be particularly strange.
"Ye Fan, you are a monk, right? I smelled the blood of my own clan on you."
Zhang Ping's tone was very solemn.
"Um."
Ye Fan told the truth: "I have killed two blood wolves, one named Xue Shisan and the other named Xue Ze."
Zhang Ping's pupils shrank suddenly.
He took a step back warily: "Then are you here to kill me today? I was kicked out of the Ling Mansion thirty years ago and have nothing to do with the Blood Wolf Clan anymore. Even if you have any grudges, they can't involve me. "
