Hangover, in the dream, many little ghosts pulled Yang Fan to run to the eighteenth floor, he woke up in a toss, touched his back full of sweat, shook his still drowsy head, looked at the still dark room and couldn't tell the current time, turned on the light and took up the bedside Master Kong drank it all.

"Gourd baby, gourd baby, seven flowers on a vine, not afraid of wind and rain, la, la, la. ”

The phone rings and looks at the screen showing that there are 16 missed calls.

Yang Fan picked up the phone, and the other party couldn't wait to shout, "I said Yang handsome guy, yes! ”

Listening to the chatter on the other side of the phone, Yang Fan knew that it was his college tablemate Wan Fang, a hot girl who grew up in an alley. "I said Lao Wan, you don't know what kind of person my brother is, I have been guarding myself for many years, I drank too much last night, I may be fighting with the little ghost in the underworld when you call, what is the urgency of you looking for me, a national outcast?"

Yang Fan has a very good impression of his fellow table in this university, his personality is very arrogant, and he is very popular in the world, but he is very friendly and righteous, and his family background is very good.

The relationship between the two is very iron, Wan Fang is also one in a million beauties, tall and tall, walking like a willow, teeth like shellfish, muscles like snow, no matter how you look at it, Cui Yingying is alive, but the two of them finally became buddies, hooking shoulders and backs unscrupulously, he has not made a few female friends in college in the past few years, Wan Fang is the ferromagnetic No. 1.

After a burst of nonsense, Yang Fan heard the voice of his friend Yang Fan poured out a warmth from the bottom of his heart, thinking that when he broke up with the past completely, he still had a friend to remember his existence, or he may be too small-minded, and he thought that things gather people in groups, and when people leave the so-called palace, feelings will flow in the market.

"I said Yang Fan, you left in such a chic way, I heard the head teacher say that you didn't even apologize, I don't know if you are pretending to be a pure man or stupid, is it easy to go to this school, you can make your parents miserable. “

Listening to Wan Fang's education, Yang Fan felt angry and remorseful in his heart, but he really didn't want to affect each other because of his emotions at the moment.

"Miss Wan, what are you looking for me, is it just to count me down, I am destined to pay for this absurdity, unfilial piety, Deng's disciple has already laid a brand on his body, brother is now a leaf of duckweed and can't greet the next breeze with a smile, the phone bill is very expensive, if you don't have anything else, I'm going to hang up." ”

"Yang Fan, are you in the water in your brain! Don't bite Lu Dongbin, Miss Ben knows that you don't have a few taels of silver left, and she has already charged you with 100 yuan in phone bills, and found a few classmates who get along well with us, and inviting you to have a meal is considered to be a send-off for you, look at your attitude, didn't you say that a comrade in the trench should advance and retreat together, and now that you have slipped away by yourself, why do you still want to disappear without a sound. “

Hearing Wan Fang's words, Yang Fan hurriedly apologized on the other end of the phone, and after the clouds cleared, he received the time and place of this dinner.

According to Wan Fang's instructions, Yang Fan came to the Qianmen Quanjude Roast Duck Restaurant, came to Beijing for a few years, he passed by this shop a few times, but never entered once, always felt that the threshold of this place was too high, the shyness in the bag was on the one hand, on the other hand, it was psychological, and always felt that the guests of this hotel were either foreigners, or old Beijingers, and then they went to visit relatives and friends to eat fresh, and they seemed to have no food relationship with this restaurant.

The establishment of Qianmen Quanjude dates back to 1864, a Hebei man named Yang Shoushan founded, it is said that he fled the famine to Qianmen, and began to buy and sell raw chickens and ducks, with a certain amount of savings, a dried fruit shop opened an oven shop, named "Quanjude" for more than 100 years, after five generations of shopkeepers of painstaking management, the wind and rain do not fall, the business is also bigger, and now there are dozens of hundreds of domestic and foreign branches.

When I came to the private room that Wan Fang said, there were two women and a man, the beautiful woman and the handsome man, all of whom were old acquaintances' own table mates and their own back tables, hugging each other and sitting down.

Wan Fang was wearing a rabbit fur coat, black jeans wrapped around her round and straight long legs, ankle-length flat leather boots, and long black hair with a shawl.

"What are you looking at, don't you know your sister Wan?"

Wan Fang saw Yang Fan staring at him and glared at the other party fiercely.

Yang Fan rode on the chair with a knife, and looked at Wan Fang with a hippie smile, "As the old saying goes, if you don't see each other for a day, I didn't find that Lao Wan is such a graceful girl before, this attraction is bursting, but it's a pity that someone else should buzz you after my brother leaves." “

"Okay, don't talk so much nonsense, now I know that it's too late to regret it, and today is to see you off, a strong man. ”

Wan Fang was talking to Yang Fan while asking the waiter to serve the food.

Quanjude is mainly a feast composed of various duck dishes cooked mainly in Beijing duck stuffing, and Wan Fang ordered a whole duck feast. The main feature is: in addition to roast duck, there are also dishes cooked with duck's tongue, brain, heart, liver, gizzard, intestines, webbed, etc. as the main ingredients.

The knife master Long Feifeng Wu processed the roast duck, put it in a platter, and Yang Fan picked it up with chopsticks and sent it to his mouth, which was very greasy and tasteless to be honest.

"You're really a starving ghost, how can you eat roast duck like this? ”

Although Wan Fang counted Yang Fan on his lips, he had already rolled a roast duck roll with sweet noodle sauce, green onion strips, and cucumber shreds for Yang Fan and sent it to his mouth.

Yang Fan also took a bite politely, chewed it, the taste was not particularly delicious, a little greasy and smooth, the condiments with the feeling of the small cake were very special and crispy, the general feeling could not be said, maybe it was the so-called taste of old Beijing.

I don't know if it's because of an empty stomach or the first time to eat Quanjude, Yang Fan has eaten 4 rolls in a row, and gradually realized what it means to have a lingering taste, and also understands why roast duck can become a famous delicacy in Beijing.

"Yang Fan, eat slowly, our classmates also brought you a bottle of very good red wine, do you want to try it?"

"It's good to have good wine, I don't have many hobbies, so you can have some wine when the time comes. “

Yang Fan smiled and took the red wine from another female classmate's hand, and after looking at it for a long time, he didn't see the reason, and he knew that this wine was not domestic, nor was it British or American, and the text on it seemed familiar but couldn't spell it out.

"I said little Faye Wong, it's okay for my brother to do some physical work, knowing foreign words is not a strong point, and I said the source, looking at the packaging is very bluffing. ”

The female classmate who was called "Little Faye Wong" by Yang Fan is called Wang Jingwen, with a height of about 1.7 meters, a hemp stick figure, smart eyes and a shawl, especially the kind of transcendent temperament that does not eat fireworks in the world, and looks like a diva.