Wang Qian and Wang Dao were dumbfounded, but they didn't dare to say anything. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Wang Qian was injured, this trip originally wanted to see Wang Daling, I heard that he was sick and vomited blood, and he couldn't enter the door, and after listening to it for a while, he knew that he was angry, so there was nothing to do.

He made it clear to Director Wang, first, that he was injured, and secondly, that Lizen Hexin, his old captain went, and many people would be uncomfortable, so they didn't go. His other cousin drove him back.

Wang Dao took Wang Daling's two sons to the banquet.

And Penglai Pavilion is full of people at the moment, not only Lizen and a gang. The little proprietor also brought back his friend Xiang Shumi's son, Huang Changting's son Huang Shi brought a group of Qinglou friends, and the evil young man in Beijing also came to dinner. Due to the late appearance of the main characters, several waves of people who arrived first, looked at each other unpleasantly, and had to fight, and when the guests came, they knew that they were all their own people.

In addition to these few, Wu Dayong, the son of Wu Xiang's family, also came to eat with his bare chicken, he was a few old friends from Linqing, Shandong Province for his father's banquet, and there was no single room.

Huang Shi saw him, gave him the best private room, and took a large group of people to eat in the hall.

Lao Xiang's two sons didn't know what was going on, their father had explained, they were not allowed to swagger, and when they watched Huangshi and his gang withdraw from the single room, they felt that it was not appropriate for them to be in the private room on the second floor.

It's lively, the problem is that Huangshi's age is generally older than Lao Xiang's son, and there are many children in this wave, and many people on both sides are brothers.

Huang Shi had no choice but to scold: Get away!

Everyone's not leaving: don't mind, brother! After drinking, you lead us around!

In the back kitchen, the owner didn't compensate Lao Cui.

The eldest apprentice was scolded by Lao Cui for sealing the stage, and went back to arrange for the family to start packing, tomorrow he will go to Li Xiaoer first, Tanggu will settle down well, and the family will go over again.

The chefs in charge are all from Shandong, corresponding to the east family, called the west family. The owner has been accompanied, the proportion of the two families has been a little bit bigger, everyone is a fellow countryman, the owner is an official figure after all, and he can't be forced too much, everyone picks up the tea bowl together, even if it turns the page.

Lao Cui listened to the commotion outside, and asked: Is there a little too many people today?

Shopkeeper laughs: Half of it was caught up, half of it was you back. Hurry up.

Sun Can didn't burn the fire for the time being, was in charge of supervision, and before sealing the stage, he ruthlessly gave eye medicine to a few cooks.

I didn't think that as soon as Lao Cui came back, everyone was honest, there was no, Lao Cui was very puzzled: Isn't this good? Isn't there anything wrong?

The shopkeeper smiled, refused to say more, and greeted him in front.

The dedication of the dim sum: as soon as you come back, you will give them bad wine mixed with water, and these old customers can also serve sake with sake, and no one can say bad!

Bullshit!

Lao Hai was dizzy, he wanted light sake, but he didn't expect the tavern owner to use the inferior wine mixed with water to pretend.

Lao Haiguang pondered the secrets of martial arts, and unconsciously drank too much.

Xiao Guizi and Xiao Lizi fell asleep on the table, and Huangpu went to settle the bill. Miao San was still holding a large bowl of elbows and pouring vegetable juice into his mouth. The next step is to lick the plate.

Lao Hai shook, got up, and slapped the table: It's broken! I forgot about going to Xiliang River to invite the elder, and tomorrow the two little highnesses are still waiting to eat steamed buns!

When the hotel owner heard this, he looked at the palm-shaped hole on the table with tears in his eyes: that is my family's ancestral sandalwood table!