Holding fried liver and buns, Xu Zhuo and Ji Mingyu found an empty seat and sat down.

The steamed buns are freshly steamed, the skin is thin and the filling is large, and it feels like the soup is about to come out.

Xu Zhuo took one with chopsticks and put it in his mouth, and as soon as he bit it open, the soup in the bun filling suddenly flowed out.

Fragrant!

This bun tastes so delicious.

In addition, when chewing, you can feel the tendons of the dough, the meat in the filling, and the minced green onion inside.

It is full of texture and full of oil.

After eating a steamed bun, Xu Zhuo picked up the spoon, and was just about to taste the fried liver full of garlic fragrance, when he suddenly found that Ji Mingyu was also eating with a spoon.

This made Xu Zhuo very curious: "Don't you people in the capital eat fried liver and just take the bowl and suck it down?

Ji Mingyu took a bite of the bun and said: "The people who say some things are basically not from the capital, sucking porridge along the side of the bowl is the same as eating and smacking your mouth, it is a bad habit, how can it become a culture?"

Many people take the trouble to tell others, and they feel annoyed when they see these words.

Treat bad habits as culture, you say how ignorant people would do that?

Moreover, let's not talk about whether the bowl in the restaurant outside has been cleaned or not, even if it is clean, but don't you feel disgusted when you think that this bowl was sucked many times a few minutes ago?

Not to mention outside, even if I eat at home, I dare to suck along the edge of the bowl with a bowl like this, my grandfather has to stick a big-eared scraper to me.

It's only so sucky if you want food, who would educate your children like this.

Anyway, none of the young people I know are like this, and their parents are not allowed to eat like this. ”

After listening to Ji Mingyu's complaints, Xu Zhuo's hand holding the spoon trembled slightly.

When I scooped the fried liver, I didn't dare to stick to the edge of the bowl, and I always felt that it was not clean.

In the entrance of fried liver, the first thing is the smooth feeling of starch, and there is a strong flavor of braised soup inside.

With the innermost wrapped large intestine segment or pork liver slices, it tastes quite emotional.

And there is a lot of minced garlic in it, and the aroma of garlic has been integrated into all aspects of fried liver, so it is not greasy to eat, but makes people feel like they have a great appetite.

The delicious fried liver with the delicious steamed buns is a perfect match.

The two of them ate and drank to their heart's content, and left the fried liver shop that was still queuing.

When he got outside, Xu Zhuo immediately went to a nearby store to buy a bottle of mineral water.

Stir-fried liver with steamed buns tastes good, but at the end of the meal, I feel a little salty, so I will take two sips of water to neutralize it.

Ji Mingyu didn't drink water, because he was used to this way of eating.

"Brother Xu, where do you want to play? My grandfather said, let me accompany you all day, do you want to go to the Forbidden City, or do you want to go to Badaling?"

Xu Zhuo: "......"

Can't you just make some constructive comments?

According to this morning's plan, Xu Zhuo wanted to go to the back kitchen of the Ji family's roast duck restaurant after eating, but after using the skills he had worked on in the fried liver shop, he didn't have the heart to go to the back kitchen.

Because there is no way to steal the teacher, it is useless to go.

But there doesn't seem to be much else to visit.

Places like 798 are suitable for couples to go, and the past of the two men, taking a group photo or something can't be let go at all.

Nanluoguxiang Guijie and other places, Xu Zhuo came a few years ago, and more than once, and he had no interest in shopping at all.

And on this hot day, it's really sinful to go shopping in such a crowded place.

It's better to find a cool place.

Ji Mingyu saw that Xu Zhuo was not very interested in these places, and suddenly thought that there were rumors on the Internet that Xu Zhuo was keen on playing games, and he suddenly knew where to go.

"Brother Xu, do you want to play shooting?"

Xu Zhuo looked at him and asked curiously, "It's not a balloon in the park, right?"

Ji Mingyu smiled and shook his head: "How can it be that kind of place, real guns and live ammunition, do you want to play? If you want to play, I'll take you over, let's go for a while." ”

This proposal made Xu Zhuo suddenly interested.

As a big fan of shooting games such as COD, Battlefield, Medal of Honor, and CrossFire, Xu Zhuo has an inexplicable affection for firearms.

He never thought that there was still a place to play with guns in the capital.

The two hurriedly returned to the main store of Jijia Roast Duck Restaurant by subway, drove the car, and went straight to the Northern International Shooting Range near Badaling in the northern suburbs.

This place is the only standard shooting range in the country, and all kinds of firearms are available, and most of them can be fired with live ammunition.

When the car turned to the Badaling Expressway, Ji Mingyu began to introduce Xu Zhuo to the Northern International Shooting Range.

The more detailed he spoke, the more itchy Xu Zhuo's heart became.

Men like to play with guns.

Now that he can finally get in touch with the real gun, Xu Zhuo can't help but feel a little excited.

A distance of tens of kilometers is not too far. But Xu Zhuo's heart was more urgent, and he opened the map more than once to see the distance.

After arriving, the two bought tickets and went in.

Take a look around the Museum of Small Arms and Light Weapons to feel the charm of firearms, and by the way, look for the mentality of playing games.

Then go to the shooting range, buy bullets, choose a firearm, and start shooting according to the prompts of the instructor on the spot.

The gunshots rang out everywhere, the smoke of gunpowder filled the air, and Xu Zhuo seemed to be in a game full of war.

The rise of the two playing, buying it when they ran out of bullets, and they didn't know how many bullets they had fired.

When the two of them came out, they sat in the car and calculated for a while, only to find that they had actually done thousands of dollars.

After returning to the city satisfied, Xu Zhuo rubbed his right shoulder, which was a little painful because of the recoil of the rifle, and then remembered that he still had to cook in the evening.

After lunch, I will go back to the hotel to sleep for a while, and I will have to prepare the ingredients for making the straps in advance.

And I use the back kitchen of the Ji family roast duck restaurant, so I have to go in to get used to it, and prepare all the cooking utensils and kitchenware to be used, so as not to be affected by the rush of time.

In addition, you have to think about what to talk about with He Guoan.

You can't just make the dishes, and then say Uncle He, don't mess with the eight lambs of the Ge family.

As he came into contact with more people, the more Xu Zhuo felt that language was an art.

It can irritate people and soothe irritable emotions.

can even be like Zhuge Liang, scolding Wang Lang to death on the spot with a sentence that shocks the ages, "I have never seen such a brazen person".

But what to start with, Xu Zhuo didn't know the bottom in his heart.

Talking about the future?

My age is not suitable, and I have a side relationship, and it is a bit shallow to say this.

Xu Zhuo didn't have any idea for a long time, and was just about to give up these thoughts and go with the flow, but the prompt tone of the system sounded again.

"There is a new random task appearing, please click on the task panel for details. ”

Xu Zhuo was stunned for a moment, he was just thinking about how to deal with He Guoan, this is the task, should the dog system let himself get rid of He Guoan completely from the Ge family, right?

If that's the case, it's going to be more difficult.

You really have to make a good use of the flicker......

Ahem, the art of language.