After the night in summer, the barbecue restaurant opened by Uncle Fang's house on Hualou Street opened. Two tin charcoal grills are placed under the plane trees on the street, and sections of red-hot charcoal are filled in the ravines, and barbecue iron grills are laid on them. The oil dripping from the ingredients made a loud noise, and the smoke and aroma wafted up. When the wind blows, you can smell it half the street.

The weather is hot, and there are gusts of hot wind blowing out of the empty fans in the store. The small square tables and plastic stools were moved outside and placed under the plane trees.

The young people from childhood to adulthood in Hualou Street sat around two small square tables to celebrate Fu Pengpeng.

"It's done!" Fu Pengpeng raised his mug boldly.

Xiong Wei raised his head and drank it in one gulp, and burped for a long time: "Cool! I have a treat today, and the food is enough to drink!"

"Huh!" Fu Pengpeng pouted disdainfully, "I really want to celebrate for me, why don't you find an expensive place for me to order food and drink?"

Liu Bing graduated from high school and was not admitted to college. It was not easy to find a job, so Uncle Xiong recruited them into Lanxiangyuan as waiters. I was grateful to the Xiong family for taking care of them, and hurriedly helped Xiong Wei say good things: "Xiao Wei is enough buddy! Besides, eating barbecue at Uncle Fang's house is more comfortable than going to a restaurant. ”

Xiong Wei also glared at Fu Pengpeng and said, "Uncle Fang's barbecue skills can't find a second one in the city." Are you eating the taste or my wallet?"

"Peng Peng dislikes Uncle Fang, is it cold here?" Uncle Fang smiled and flipped the ingredients, joking with Fu Pengpeng.

Fu Pengpeng laughed: "How is it possible! ”

Uncle Fang also smiled: "You eat slowly." Xiaowei also ordered a roast suckling pig today. The back kitchen is simmering on a charcoal fire. ”

Roasting suckling pig is Uncle Fang's unique skill. It is said that in the old days, it was a famous dish for banquets in the Qinglou on Hualou Street. The twenty-pound piglets were bought and fed with milk and vegetables for a few days, and then slaughtered and soaked in spices. Brush the skin with honey and simmer over a charcoal fire. The skin is crispy and the meat is sweet. Extremely laborious.

Fu Pengpeng suddenly blessed his heart, and approached Xiong Wei, who lowered his head to eat skewers: "You also ordered a honey-roasted frankincense pig?!Won't you treat me so well??

The chili noodles were suddenly inhaled into the trachea, and Xiong Wei choked and coughed.

Fu Pengpeng clasped his hands around his chest and calmly watched him cough and blush, and his neck was thick and he poured cold beer desperately.

After relieving himself, Xiong Wei said with a shy face: "The few young people who played the best when I was a child are all here today." When I was young, you, me, and Song Tao, the three of us often played together. You call Song Tao to come over!"

Fu Pengpeng looked at him coldly: "What's the matter?

"I didn't fall asleep at all that night of the Oiran feast. It's been more than ten years, can this relationship be let go? Dude has made up her mind, as long as she is not married, I dare to chase her. Help me create opportunities, big guys help, maybe you can still be bright, right?"

Xiong Wei smiled like a little daughter-in-law and took Fu Pengpeng's hand, pulling and shaking.

A layer of goosebump particles exploded on Fu Pengpeng's arm, and he couldn't cry or laugh: "Let go, let go, you let go of me......"

"Pengpeng......" Xiong Wei leaned his head on her shoulder coquettishly like a sloth.

Liu Bing couldn't bear to look at him directly, and twisted his face to the side.

"If you don't let go, I won't call Song Tao!"

Xiong Wei's hand was withdrawn in response, and his little eyes twinkled at her.

Fu Pengpeng was so angry that he pushed his face to the side: "Her mobile phone number!"

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Today is the first anniversary of Song Tao and Cui He's acquaintance.

In the evening, Song Tao got off work briskly.

Last year, on this day, Cui He met her on a graduation trip to the UK. Cui He returned to China to start a business after graduating with a master's degree last year, and he has been busy with work. The two have been in a transnational relationship for nearly a year, and they didn't get together until she graduated and returned to China this year.

In the afternoon, Cui He called and said that he would pick her up from work. What kind of program will he arrange? Song Tao is looking forward to it.

Song Tao called Cui He. The phone was busy, and she hung up the phone helplessly and walked towards the parking lot. Cui He's 100,000-plus domestically produced car was parked in the middle of a field of luxury cars, and it was easy to find.

Song Tao walked over.

A luxury car parked next to Cui He just drove out and braked instantly. The car window fell, and Sheng Yu, the female anchor of another column of the channel, smiled at her: "It's time to get off work? It's not good to call a taxi at this time, I'll take you by the way." ”

"Thank you. A friend came to pick me up. Song Tao smiled and refused.

Sheng Yu sighed and glanced back curiously. She didn't say anything more, nodded at Song Tao, and drove away.

That glance was meaningful, which made Song Tao sensitively understand what she meant, and suddenly blushed angrily. She thought with some indignation, "What a vain for a dog to look down on people!"

When I walked over, Cui He was busy. He followed the phone and typed on his notebook. Song Tao didn't even notice when he approached.

Song Tao glanced into the car and didn't see flowers or gift boxes.

With what she knew about Cui He, he wouldn't put flowers and gifts in the trunk. He's not that romantic. Could it be that it was just a coincidence that he came to pick him up from work today? He forgot that today was the first anniversary of his acquaintance? Disappointment was like grass after a spring rain, unable to stop the spread from growing in her heart...... Knocking on the car window, Cui He glanced at her and motioned for her to get in the car. The calls continued.

Song Tao silently walked around to the co-driver and opened the door. A wave of heat came to her face, and she involuntarily complained: "Haven't you repaired the air conditioner yet?"

Cui He gave her an apologetic look and continued to work.

It was too hot in the car, so Song Tao went around to the back of the car and stood playing with her mobile phone.

An unfamiliar number came in. After connecting, she heard Fu Pengpeng's voice. The background is noisy, but she is no stranger. Uncle Fang's barbecue restaurant seems to be right in front of you. Song Tao glanced at Cui He in the car, and her heart moved.

Last year today, she took Cui He to her apartment in the UK. A group of Chinese students eat barbecue and drink beer at home. While playing a game after drinking, Cui He kissed her.

On the phone, Fu Pengpeng continued: "In order to invite Miss Song to come, Xiong Wei specially ordered Uncle Fang's special honey-roasted frankincense pig. Uncle Fang doesn't show this trick easily......"

Who told him that he didn't prepare flowers and gifts, let Xiong Weiqi go with him! Song Tao gave up the idea of living a two-person world with Cui He in a breath: "Okay, I'll come over now." ”

Hanging up the phone and getting into the car, Cui He just finished work and handed her a bottle of water: "It's too busy this time." Just now, I have an urgent item to use for tomorrow's meeting. When it's empty, go fix the air conditioner. ”

Song Tao didn't want to remind him of the anniversary, so she smiled and said, "Mr. Cui, you won't be busy again tonight, will you?"

"It's all up to you for dinner. What do you want to eat?"

Was it just dinner time? He had really forgotten what day it was. Song Tao was even dispelled with the last shred of hope.

"I just called. She got a job. A group of Fa Xiao celebrated her in Uncle Fang's shop on Hualou Street and called me to go. ”

"Is it convenient for you to take me there?" Cui He subconsciously glanced at the computer bag beside him. If he didn't have to go, he happened to go back to the company to work overtime.

Didn't you even accompany her to dinner? Song Tao lowered her eyes: "You know both Peng Peng and Xiong Wei, so there's nothing inconvenient." ”