After the two fishing guys, Chu Heng and Uncle Zhao, chatted enthusiastically for more than 20 minutes, a loud roar suddenly broke the tranquility in the alley.
"My surname is Zhao, are you a bastard? You've given me a few fish for such a long time and you don't want to eat? Come back here quickly, the whole family is waiting for you to eat!"
When Uncle Zhao heard the sound, his expression suddenly changed. He was so frightened that his legs trembled. He subconsciously turned around and ran out. However, when he was about to go out, he stopped again and turned around and said, "What about that, Director Chu, I'll be back in advance. We’ve agreed, we’ll go to the Ming Tombs next, but you can’t hold me back!”
"I'm sure there's no problem on my end, just don't break the appointment." Chu Heng looked at Uncle Zhao with a strange face as he left in a hurry, as if he was in a hurry to reincarnate.
Judging from the old man's reaction, the roar just now should have come from Aunt Zhao next door.
I never expected that that dry little old lady would have such a loud voice!
Good guy.
The big clock hanging on the city gate tower is much inferior to her!
Moreover, look at this, Uncle Zhao still has tracheitis?
"Tsk!"
Mr. Chu, who was always tough at home, curled his lips in disdain, turned around and walked into the kitchen. Seeing that the fish he brought back had already been cooked, he casually threw the fish the old man sent to Du San: "Here you three Whoever wants to take it can take it back and eat it, but remember to tuck it in when you leave. This is a gift from someone else. It’s not good for others to see."
"Thank you..."
Du San happily took the fish and glanced at his face without any trace. Seeing that his face had returned to his usual appearance, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and then asked happily: "Master Chu, can you drink Maotai today?" No?"
"Fuck, you're really good at choosing. Just one bottle, don't you have more?" Chu Heng rolled his eyes at him and sauntered out of the kitchen with his hands behind his back.
Seeing this, Jiang Keba on the side quickly came over and asked: "Chu Chuchu... no no no... angry..."
Du San had been with him for several years and guessed what he meant in an instant. He put the fish aside with a smile and whispered: "Master Chu is like this. His temper comes and goes quickly. In the future, if you When you see him losing his temper, just stay away. After an hour or half an hour, everything will be fine."
"Oh oh oh..." Jiang Keba nodded in a learned manner, and he breathed a sigh of relief, and then he wiped himself off and continued cooking.
His burly body and palms as big as cattail fans formed a sharp contrast with the spatula that was only as long as Ni Yinghong's little arm.
It's very inconsistent no matter how you look at it.
It has a sense of joy like Zhang Fei's embroidery.
"Crash!"
Oil smoke was flying in the kitchen, and the thick aroma of food filled the entire courtyard.
Not long after, four dishes were served on the table.
Eggplant strips with Beijing sauce, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, cucumbers and braised fish.
It is no different from what ordinary people would eat when they have guests over.
Director Chu learned to keep a low profile...
What a hair!
Chu Heng looked at the several dishes on the table, slicing them up, and felt they were still too plain, so he turned around and went to the east room, walked around a pile of old furniture, and took a can of luncheon meat from the chest of drawers. Come out with some peanuts.
Han Xu's eyes were wide open as he smiled. One looked east, staring at the braised fish, and the other looked west, clutching the luncheon meat.
"Brothers, you guys have been working hard today, please drink more!"
Chu Heng generously took out a bottle of Moutai, opened it, and poured a glass for each person, just in time to finish the bottle.
The four of them exchanged glasses and chatted. After a while, one glass of wine was empty.
Immediately he opened a few more bottles of Jingzhi Baigan. Although this wine was not as good as Maotai, it was still considered a good wine.
Therefore, Brother Du San and others couldn't help but have a few more drinks.
By the time the banquet was over, they were shaking as they walked.
What's surprising is that after Jiang Keba got drunk, he smoothed out his speech!
"Master Chu, just take a look at how lucky our brothers are to be able to follow you. I will definitely not disappoint you. From now on, I will be a gun in your hand. If you ask me to shoot Wherever I go, I’ll hit you!”
It was rare to be able to speak so fluently, so Jiang Keba's words suddenly became particularly dense.
Although Chu Heng also wanted to take advantage of this rare opportunity to listen to a few more words, he still had a lot of things to do later, so he could only wink at Du San, and then said to Jiang Keba with a smile: "Don't say that. No matter whether you are a gangster or not, we will be good brothers from now on. As long as you work hard, I will definitely not treat you badly."
"I believe this. Mr. Chu is the little Mengchang of Sijiucheng. He has nothing to say to his brothers and friends!" Du San gave Chu Heng a knowing look, walked forward with a smile, and pulled Jiang Ke. Ba walked out of the courtyard and said, "Let's go. We still have to return the cart."
"No, Third Master, I'm chatting with Master Chu. It's still early in the day. Why are you in a hurry?"
Jiang Keba was reluctant to be caught by Du San on the cart, and the three of them left Xiaolihua Hutong in a leisurely manner.
"This boy is really successful."
Chu Heng stood outside the courtyard, looking at their retreating figures, and shook his head in amusement.
It wasn't until no one was in sight that he turned around, closed the far door, and hurried back into the house.
As soon as he entered the house, he quickly put the old furniture piled messily in various rooms into the warehouse.
Then, he began to take things out from the warehouse according to his own plan, and decorated the house bit by bit.
Although according to his idea, he shouldn't live in this courtyard for too long, he still has to live in it for a while. If it is properly decorated, it will be comfortable to live in, right?
The first thing Chu Heng went to was the east room, and the first thing he took out was the bed that he had been thinking about for a long time.
"brush!"
With a wave of his hand, a huge bed that looked like an independent room suddenly appeared in the room.
"So beautiful!"
Chu Heng stretched out his slender white palm obsessively and gently touched the beautiful carvings on it. After a while, he took out a piece of red silk and tied it to the beam inside the bed.
Miss Ni likes to swing, this is a must.
Who gave us this condition?
After tying up the swing, he wiped himself and continued to take it out.
He took out another large wardrobe and chest of drawers, and then placed half of a sofa set he picked up from Lou's house close to the west corner.
There is only one double and a single, and the remaining three and single are really hard to let go.
The house is still too small...
"Tsk!"
Chu Heng sat on it and tried it, touching the smooth leather and nodding with satisfaction.
It's wide, soft, and waterproof.
nice one!
Then, he ran to the main room happily.
The Arhat bed, tables, chairs and benches were also set out.
Set against the background of these exquisite furniture that in the past could only be used by the nobles.
In the blink of an eye.
The original rustic hall became antique and full of nobility.
Chu Heng looked at the empty walls and felt that they were too plain. After thinking about it, he took out a few ancient paintings from the Qing Dynasty and prepared to hang them up.
He had just brought the round stool and was about to hang the painting, but then he frowned and hesitated, gave up the plan, and put all those words away.
The old furniture is not very eye-catching, but the ancient paintings are a bit too impressive.
He sat on the round stool next to the newly bought Eight Immortals table in the middle of the room and pondered for a while. Then he wiped himself and found red paper and pen and ink. He wrote down a few large characters with the characteristics of the era in one go and pasted them on the In the center of the north wall behind the Arhat bed.
