Old hot pot with vegetable roots.

The longest-running hot pot on the food street opposite Yangshuping Middle School.

It is an enduring food myth here.

In the shop next to it, there have already been five or six fork bosses, and none of them have been spared.

A glimpse of the leopard is enough to see that this store must have its foothold.

The most classic dish of Caigen Lao Hot Pot is his fresh hairy belly from the slaughterhouse.

Clip a slice, put it in the bottom of the mellow butter pot and cook it for about 20 seconds, lift it up and blow it slightly, put it in your mouth while it is hot and bite it, it is crispy and soft, the fragrant and spicy soup oil instantly bursts with juice and fills the mouth, and the delicious taste can definitely stimulate every taste bud on the tongue to bloom instantly.

So Ning Lang and Zhang Mingyuan ordered six in one go.

The waiter who came to order seemed to be accustomed to this situation for a long time, and his expression did not show anything unusual.

In addition, must-order dishes such as goose intestines, yellow throat, and shrimp slippery are also ticked.

"Haha, I still remember when I was in school, you, me, Sun Fatzi, and Lili often saved their pocket money for a long time just to make an appointment here to fight tooth sacrifices. ”

"It's a pity that now I don't have to save the money for a meal, but those people back then are no longer there. ”

Zhang Mingyuan looked at the empty seats on the remaining two sides and couldn't help but smile.

"Yes, it's so close, it feels like it happened yesterday, but counting the days, it's been four years before you know it. ”

Ning Lang used to feel that time was like constipation, but now he feels that time is too fast.

Hey, it's not easy for an old man to do it these days, it's not fast or slow, what do you want me to do?

"Isn't it normal for the two of us to say we're not normal, haha. ”

Zhang Mingyuan suddenly sneered and laughed, "Obviously, they are two guys who are less than 24 years old, and they are actually here to remember the old time, you don't talk about it." ”

"I've really felt this way since I left school. ”

Ning Lang took a deep breath, "Tell me about you, why did you resign again? Isn't this film and television post-production company quite famous in the industry this time? And last month, I remember that you said that the leader appreciates you and is ready to give you a raise." ”

"For the same reasons as the previous resignations. ”

Zhang Mingyuan spread his hands, "Next, it's time for you to say that I did it." ”

"Damn, I do...... I really don't know what to say about you. ”

Ning Lang stared speechlessly for a long time before he spoke helplessly, "You said everything I was going to say, what else do you mean?"

"Haha, you don't even have to say anything, I know what you're going to say. ”

Zhang Mingyuan raised the cup full of tea, "Come, replace wine with tea, and toast to my glorious unemployment." ”

"Okay, I want to scold you, but ...... It's good if you're happy. ”

The absence of alcohol does not prevent clinking glasses.

The two of them touched, leaned their necks and lowered their stomachs in a hurry, and then their facial features were twisted together, and the tightly pursed mouth immediately made a bia sound, and the whole face was stretched again with the open mouth.

People who don't know still think that these two people are drinking some kind of spirit, otherwise how can they have such an endless aftertaste.

"Tell me about you, why are you?"

Zhang Mingyuan twisted a peanut and threw it into his mouth, and asked while chewing, "What have you been busy with lately?"

"Well, IP development and operations. ”

"IP development? yes, before I left, that company had just taken over a big IP job, and I left them a few models. ”

"It seems to be the work of a well-known writer in China, hey, it's written quite well, it's just those idiots, it's too idiotic, I don't even know how to describe the level of garbage, and the most important thing is that they don't recognize this problem yet. ”

Zhang Mingyuan spread out his hands, and when he said this, he came back to his senses, "Huh, what do you mean by IP?"

"Well, it's the same IP you said. Ning Lang did not deny it.

At the same time, he shook his head with a smile in his heart.

This guy is good anywhere, but he is a little too arrogant.

But it can't be helped, I've said it many times over the years, and this stinky temper can't be reined in and changed.

", brother, you can do it, in this way, the careers of the two of us are compatible. ”

Zhang Mingyuan praised it, "Come, toast to our fate." ”

Ning Lang ignored his actions, "What are you doing, if there is a kind of us, we will just open the bottle directly." ”

"Uh......"

Zhang Mingyuan's Adam's apple moved, and he didn't have time to speak. "Did you eat cephalosporin again today?"

Ning Lang spoke first, his eyes playful.

"You...... Ha ha. ”

Classmate Zhang was stunned when he heard this, raised his neck and laughed twice, and brazenly raised the cup mixed with eagle tea, "Whoever knows me is none other than classmate Ning Lang, come, have a drink." ”

"Damn it! ”

The dishes are served quickly, and the meat is packed in earthen bowls, which are colorful and beautiful.

The plain ones are packed in a large basket and arranged neatly.

Throw the bad ones out of the pot first, and then put two crispy hairy belly slices into the center of the boiling butter pan......

Until I was sweating profusely, blowing my nose and exhaling.

In the huge hall, the voices were noisy and mixed, and several men were bare-chested and punched loudly, not caring about the pot oil that was stained on their mouths, and opened their mouths wantonly to let out a loud laugh, and the two oily lips were as bright as if they had been smeared with lip gloss in the light.

Warm, hot, explosive, refreshing, this is the essence of hot pot culture, and it is also the external embodiment of Pao Ge culture.

Born in this flamboyant and highly individualized metropolis, Ning Lang and Zhang Mingyuan's blood inevitably flows with a little quality from the influence of the general environment.

The two of them were eating and discussing their creations.

Zhang Mingyuan said his animation, and Ning Lang said his novel.

It doesn't sound like they're on the same channel, but these two like-minded guys can always tacitly hear what the other person wants to say.

Some of Zhang Mingyuan's ideas brought inspiration to Ning Lang.

For example, he believes that the current research and development of artificial intelligence is limited by the binary method, and it is difficult to achieve true intelligence.

You should start with programming languages, such as replacing English with ancient Sumerian or Chinese scripts.

On the one hand, intelligent robots in the future will use hieroglyphs to give them real intelligence, and on the other hand, they will use binary programming to cast the control core, so that their every move can be controlled, and the slightest disobedience can easily control and destroy it, and there will be no robot crisis in science fiction movies.

While listening to Zhang Mingyuan, Ning Lang said that the keywords were recorded in the mobile phone.

Although he is writing "The Great Craftsman" now, it does not mean that he will not get involved in science fiction themes in the future, and the accumulation of these bits and pieces is a valuable asset for the creator.

And Ning Lang's views on original painting production and animation production also made Zhang Mingyuan reflect.

The sparks created by the fierce collision of two very different ideas made the two young creators grow up quietly in it.

Time flies by in communication and thinking, and before you know it, the night is already deep.

"Aren't you in a hurry to update today? Aren't online novels quite demanding for updates?"

Coming out of the hot pot restaurant and walking all the way to the station, Zhang Mingyuan looked at Ning Lang, who didn't seem to be panicked at all.

"Haha, isn't a 100,000-word manuscript an ornament?"

Ning Langlang smiled.

"Okay, we'll talk when I have time, I'm going to do something in retreat during this time. ”

Zhang Mingyuan looked into the distance with a radiant look: "I'm going to try to make an AI original painting software." ”

"Well, I'm going to polish the new book too, this weekend, I'm starting to be on the PK recommendation position, if there's something going on, call me brother. ”

Ning Lang put away the middle three fingers and put them next to his ear with a gesture of making a phone call.

"Okay, but I'm also a busy person. Zhang Mingyuan smiled, "I don't have so much time to fool around with you." ”

Ning Lang was also free, raising his hand to hang in the air, his five fingers open, "Work together." ”

"Come on, good luck bro. ”

Zhang Mingyuan also raised his hand.

The two young palms clenched hard in the air, passing the ......

It is the most heartfelt blessing of the two young men to each other who also want to sail against the current.

got on the bus, waved at Zhang Mingyuan outside the window, and immediately sat up straight and looked straight ahead, the corners of Ning Lang's mouth couldn't help but rise, and a few words suddenly appeared in his mind-

Just a young classmate, in his prime;

The scholar was angry and scolded Fang Xuan.

Pointing out the country and inspiring words;

The dung was ten thousand households.

Do you remember,

The middle stream hits the water, and the waves curb the flying boat!