Wang Hongwei brought his newly acquainted Bi An and Fan Wu to the night market, where there are many street vendors, and unlike the previous vendors, they have formal business qualifications, so they are not afraid of the inspection of the chengguan. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Drinking beer and eating barbecue, this is probably the most comfortable choice in summer, many vendors are also aware of this, and the restaurants that were originally in charge of other cuisines have launched barbecues, and for a while, there are all large and small barbecue stalls.

Wang Hongwei had only been here for a short time, and he didn't know where the barbecue stall was delicious, so he asked Bi An: "Thank you today, which barbecue do you like, I will invite you to dinner" As for Fan Wu, he didn't say anything along the way, and it looked like it was difficult to get along with, and Wang Hongwei didn't dare to talk to him.

"The one in front seems to have a lot of people and is very popular, why don't we go there" Bi An looked at a barbecue stall with glowing eyes, judging from his experience as a foodie, the barbecue stall in front must be very good. Wang Hongwei nodded in agreement, while Fan Wu frowned, although he had been in the world for a long time, he still had some things that were not suitable for the world, such as the clothes on his body and those strange foods.

The group of three came to the barbecue stall, and as soon as they sat down, a waiter came over, and was stunned for a moment when they saw the chengguan uniforms on them, and then smiled again: "Hello, may I ask you what do you need?" ”

Wang Hongwei handed over the menu, Fan Wu shook his hand and refused to transfer it directly to Bi An, while Bi An still put the menu aside, Bi An said proudly: "What else do I need for a menu, you listen, first a few skewers of mutton, then some grilled gluten, and then some roasted clams, and then you can order the rest... ”

Bi An was talking endlessly, and suddenly found that not only Wang Hongwei was looking at him with a shocked face, but even Fan Wu was looking at him motionlessly. So he stopped embarrassedly, and then handed the menu back to Wang Hongwei.

"I'll have another baked spring roll, that's all I need first" Wang Hongwei handed the menu to the waiter, and the waiter turned out to be the menu gone. Then the three of them didn't speak, the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while, and Wang Hongwei, who noticed this day, was the first to speak: "You two look very young, I don't know how old you are?" ”

"Five thousand years old" Fan Wu replied, Bi An, who was drinking, was choked when he heard it, and Wang Hongwei was also amused: "Originally, Brother Fan Wu looked very serious, but I didn't expect it to be quite funny to joke" Fan Wu glanced at him, he would joke with him as a town ghost, it was ridiculous. And Bi An played a round and said: "I am twenty this year, and he is one year older than me, so I usually call him Brother Seven, and he calls me Xiaoba"

Wang Hongwei nodded and said with a big grin: "In that case, I am a few years older than all of you, you can call me Brother Wang, hehehe" Bi An nodded in response, and Fan Wu next to him glanced at Wang Hongwei with disdain.

The barbecue is served after a while, and the grilled meat is appetizing and exudes a burst of aroma. Bi An ate first, Fan Wu refused because of stomach discomfort, and Wang Hongwei was hungry after a busy day and began to eat.

The two of them ate happily, completely ignoring Fan Wu, who was full of black lines next to him. Fan Wu looked at Wang Hongwei, reincarnated once, and his temperament was much better than before.

Wang Hongwei's Wang Anshi in his previous life was rigid and self-righteous, which made Fan Wu very disgusted. Even now, although his personality is different, he can't have a good impression of Wang Hongwei.

Bored, he took out the jade slip, the jade slip at this moment has become much more beautiful than the beginning, he touched the pattern on it, there are already three patterns, respectively: tongue pulling, scissors, iron tree.

It didn't take long for Fan Wu to squint at Wang Hongwei, and after a while, Wang Hongwei in front of him would also become the fourth pattern.

After a meal, Wang Hongwei said goodbye to Fan Wubi'an and walked slowly towards home alone. Maybe it's because the summer is so hot that people can't sleep at home, so they all go out for a walk. It was already evening, and there were still a lot of people on the street.

Wang Hongwei looked at this bustling street, this is indeed not comparable to the small county town in his hometown, and after walking all the way, he finally returned to the small house he rented.

He lay on the bed and sighed in his heart everything that happened today, this time he finally completed the task with the help of his colleagues, and the teacher should not scold him tomorrow.

Beijing is good for everything, but when it comes to food, he still misses his hometown more. In summer, the weather is hot and dry, and even people's appetite has become tricky, and every summer, his hometown will become popular to eat Yangchun noodles.

Yangchun noodles are a kind of Suzhou-style noodle soup, also known as smooth noodles, clear soup noodles or clear soup noodles, the soup is clear and fresh, light and refreshing. It is a famous Han noodle dish. Folk habits call the lunar calendar October as a small spring, and the Shanghai Jingyin language takes ten as a spring. In the past, this noodle was sold for ten yuan per bowl, so it was called Yangchun noodles.

Wang Hongwei remembered that when he was a child, he caught fish by the river, and then his mother shouted to him in the kitchen: "Hongwei, go to your old Uncle Chen to make soy sauce", no matter how crazy he played, after hearing this sentence, he would go to the soy sauce in a hurry, and then handed the soy sauce to his mother, leaning against the kitchen door and watching his mother quietly.

Mother holds a handful of snow-white fine noodles in her hand, next to half a bowl of broth and a glass of water, no more, no less five dollars of lard, plus a spoonful of soy sauce from the old Chen family, occasionally Wang Hongwei is noisy, and the mother will blanch two crisp and crisp little cabbage, a bowl of soup is fresh and fresh, and the light and refreshing Yangchun noodles are ready.

Wang Hongwei wanted to call his family, but after looking at the chengguan uniform on his body, he hesitated again. Before he came, he didn't expect that he would become a chengguan, and he reported in advance that he was a policeman, and he didn't know how to explain it. After the urban management period is over, he can become a policeman, he still has to wait until he becomes a policeman on the phone, Wang Hongwei got up from the bed to wash up and prepare for bed, and secretly decided that he must become a policeman.

Wang Hongwei, who fell asleep, could not have imagined that his missing mother was getting on the train to Beijing at this time. Wang Hongwei's mother's name is Yarong, an ordinary middle-aged woman who originally lived a day-to-day life in her hometown. Not long ago, I suddenly received a phone call that broke the peace.

Yarong's sister Jin Feng was very rebellious when she was a child, and she ran out after a conflict with her family, and she didn't contact her for a long time. It wasn't until a few years ago that I got the news that Jin Feng was married and gave birth to a three-year-old daughter, although they knew each other's news, but the two had no contact. Finally, her sister called her, and Yarong was very happy at first, until her sister cried bitterly and told her a bad news.