"This is my Zhou Maotong's son, look at the old woman!"

    Zhou Maotong laughed: "Good boy, are you so supportive of Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu must show you both hands, this time I will go personally!"

    "Ah?" Zhou Yi heard that there was a problem with this sycophant, the old man actually wanted to go out in person, how could this be done?

    "You?just like you kid, a weak otaku, I'm afraid it's not qualified to be a lion's tail, or I'm ......"

    The old man was talking energetically, but as soon as the door opened, it was Zhou Jingjing and his wife who came back, and hurriedly asked, "Big girl, have you invited Master Huang?"

    "Dad, just look at my expression, and ask ......"

    Zhou Jingjing pulled a face, as cold as she had just returned from Antarctica, and sat down on the sofa angrily, refusing to say a word.

    "What, Master Huang isn't here?"

    Zhou Maotong was a little surprised and said: "Can't it? This is the New Year, but he is last year's Three Lions, don't you want to win the championship this year?" Hmph, I know, there must be a big merchant who has paid a high price. It doesn't matter, I'll go find him, hum, other people's money, can't my old Zhou family afford it? I really don't believe it!"

     This old man, in a hurry, stopped playing the talking card, stood up and was about to walk out of the door: "This can't be done, the most important thing that people who practice martial arts talk about is a letter, but he promised me personally, how can he still say that it doesn't count?"

    "Oops, Dad." Don't go. Pang Tong and I have never even entered the door of the martial arts hall, and I heard from the doorkeeper that Master Huang is too busy to take on the lion dance work. Hmph, I think it's just that someone paid a high price, and what if they promised you before? It's not red mouth and white teeth, and it's not on paper......

    "What's wrong with it on paper? Master Huang is not that kind of person. I think you didn't ask clearly, and you can't do things well without hair!" Zhou Maotong snorted.

    "Mom, look at him, he's a woman. Can there be hair on his mouth? He scolded his son-in-law, woo...... Pang Tong is just a little less bearded, and I am easy to me. Mom......!"

    The old man's number of them all fell, but Zhou Jingjing's sadness was hooked, and Zhou Yi grinned and said busily: "Okay, Dad, don't complain about your sister and brother-in-law." In this case, you give me the address, and I will talk to this Master Huang. ”

    "You're going?"

    Zhou Maotong was originally angry, he didn't want to run out in the cold, and he just played a few rounds of mahjong, and he didn't enjoy it yet. Was he willing to leave? Now when he saw his son bring the ladder to get off the stage, he suddenly groaned.

    "Don't worry, Dad, I have admired martial arts masters since I was a child, and I just went to visit this Master Huang." Let them play cards with you and my mother, and I'll go back. ”

    Zhou Yi smiled. I have long heard that there are some real martial arts masters in the Chinese settlements abroad, and the style of martial arts is even more prosperous than in China; since he got acquainted with Guan Feng, he is really fascinated by the circle of martial arts masters, and this time he just went to explore, and it was good to complete his 'martial arts dream' in his youth.

    Master Huang...... Listening to this name makes me feel excited, but I don't know if this Master Huang has any relationship with the famous Master Huang in modern history.

    "Oh well. Or is my old son sensible......" Zhou Maotong has always been patriarchal, even in front of his daughter, he has no scruples about praising his son......

    ***

    Compared with the content of Cheng Long's movie, the French rooster seems to have a much better perception of the Chinese people, perhaps because China and France are famous for eating, so foodies see foodies, and tears are in their eyes.

    In the eyes of romantic French chicks, the black Obama is not as good as a good man who can cook a good French meal, so there are often Chinese chefs who go to France to turn around and bring back a daughter-in-law or something, which is not new.

    In the context of this intimate intersection of food cultures, the Chinatown of Paris is still very harmonious, and is even affectionately called 'Little Huaxia' by the indigenous rooster. In their opinion, if they want to understand Chinese civilization and eat the world's first Chinese food, they only need to go to the 13th arrondissement of Paris, which is the window of China in their eyes.

    After walking into the Chinatown of the 13th district, Zhou Yi suddenly felt like he was traveling through time and space. If it weren't for the plaques hanging on the side of the street would be marked with French, the streets full of Chinese-style buildings, yellow skin and black eyes, dialects from various regions of China, and Mandarin would really make him think that he had returned to China;

    Okay, this is still a good man in Jinmen, and he was immediately unhappy when he heard Zhou Yi call him uncle. Why? When you see someone in Jinmen, you want to call someone a master, or a second brother or a second master, and the uncle is a scolding word, a mud doll. (For book friends who don't understand, please see cross talk 'bolt doll')

    "Second master, let me ask you, how to get to the Essence Martial Arts Hall?"

     Zhou Yi was happy when he heard it, he often went to Tianjin with his classmates to play when he was in college in Kyoto, and his favorite thing is to contact these people who are bold, righteous, and have a great sense of humor.

    "Drink, boy Cheng? dare to love from Kyoto, we are not far away, but now it is different, it is quite far." The old man's mouth was a burden, and he touched Zhou Yi up and down a few times and said, "Are you looking for Huang Can's kid?" The owner of the Essence Martial Arts Pavilion, that's my nephew!"

     "Yo, then I can see the true Buddha, and your surname is Huang, second uncle?"

    Zhou Yi looked at the old man carefully, and saw that his head was pointy, he still squinted, the bridge of his nose was quite high, his middle was thick enough, and he had a big mouth that ate all directions.

    "My surname is Huang, I don't become Huang Lao Xie?" My surname is Qing, or how can I say that he is my nephew. This is called green and yellow, but it is in the same vein...... Don't laugh, you kid, you see Huang Can and ask him if he knows my old uncle. ”

    The old man shook his head and said a lot of things out of tune, and then remembered to ask the right thing: "By the way, why are you kid looking for Huang Can, do you come here to find him to compete in martial arts or invite him to dinner? If you want to fight with him, don't go today, do you see it, the one with the flagpole over there is the 'Essence Martial Arts Hall'." Today, the black flag is hoisted, which means that the owner of the museum will not see any outsiders today, and if you have a guest for dinner, you don't have to go, I can represent him. Say, boy, are you going to invite me to eat the second uncle? I can pick my mouth, I don't like to eat old Maozi's things. Huaxia's things have to be of high grade, looking at the entire thirteen districts, that is, the Cantonese cuisine saint Yuan Yao, who is known as the 'little white ape', can barely eat the dishes, but he has to book this dish half a month in advance, and you can't invite it if you have money? What can I do about this, but I am worried about my old man......"

    Zhou Yi raised his eyes and looked at the old man, and his heart said that I should go, I ...... What kind of person is this, let me invite you to dinner when we meet, I still have something to do.

    Thinking of this, he nodded and smiled: "Then thank you Second Uncle, I'll go and see it first." I had an appointment with Master Huang in advance. He appointed to see me, 88 you. ”

    "Whatever you want, boy, you're running for nothing, and you have to come back and invite me to dinner......"

    The old man is quite confident. Zhou Yi looked back, and his heart was both angry and funny, this old man wants to eat himself?

     When I arrived at the 'Essence Martial Arts Hall', I saw two sturdy men in Tang costumes standing in front of the door. Zhou Yi went over to explain his intentions, and the two shook their heads again and again: "I'm sorry." Our owner has important things to deal with, and I can't take your lion work, I'm sorry, the Essence Martial Arts Hall is a private place, and all foreign guests are not welcome for the time being......"

    "I want to discuss with Director Huang, money is not an issue. "Zhou Yi doesn't like to use money to oppress people, but there is no other way than this.

    "I'm sorry sir, we are all people who practice martial arts, we value love and righteousness over life and death, money is a fart, please go elsewhere." ”

    "uh......"

    Zhou Yi is stupid, people are not only high, but they are also very bad at speaking, so there is no need to discuss it?

    What can I do? People have already said that they are dead, there is no room for life, and this is in France, trespassing in private places is prohibited, otherwise it is a crime, not to mention that he is not an unreasonable person, even if he wants to commit a crime, he has to consider the consequences?

     Since he has an all-round idler system, Zhou Yi can be said to be windy and rainy, even rich and noble people like Li Jucheng and Tang Bao have to revolve around him, this is the first time to touch a nail, and he has no idea for a while.

    Do you want to change the family, right? But the old man's temper Zhou Yi knows too well, if he doesn't invite Master Huang, he will be angry, so he has to be this Master Huang. But people won't even let them in, what can they do?

    Zhou Yi was really stumped.

    "Hey, boy, I said? Come over and listen to the second uncle. ”

    Zhou Yi was worried, and he saw an old man on the opposite street waving at him, and he shouted outside, and when he looked up, he saw that it was the old man he had just met. At this time, the two gatekeepers of the Essence Martial Arts Hall also saw the old man, and they wanted to take a closer look, but the old man 'stabbed' into a small alley on the side of the road, but fortunately, Zhou Yi's sharp eyes quickly followed, and he looked the old man up and down a few times: "Second uncle, what are you running?"

    "No, you can't run......"

    The old man said seriously: "I know Huang Can's little bit of cattiness, but I can't let them catch it...... It's a long story, so let's not mention it. Let me ask you, boy, do you want to enter this Essence Martial Arts Gym?"

    "Yes." ”

    "If you want to, boy, then invite me to dinner." ”

    The old man pouted, and his face was full of 'I can copy it'.

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