By the time the clock on the top of the Bund building pointed to six o'clock, I hadn't done my job. At the end of the day, I broke my tongue, from the very beginning of the straight to the point, can I take a photo for you to the later set of almost a request to take a photo, all the good words and good words that can be used are used, and I have only enough seven people, including a family of three.

The task given to me by the system was far more difficult than I had imagined.

After being rejected by another girl, I took out my phone and glanced at the time, half past six in the afternoon. I had breakfast at nine o'clock in the morning, but I hadn't eaten for almost nine hours now, and I had spent the whole day in rejection, and I suddenly felt hungry and tired.

After asking the system that there was no time limit for this task, I decisively decided that I would talk about this task tomorrow, and now I will eat first, and then go to the night bar.

There are many places to eat on Nanjing Road, both high-end and civilian, I found a shop that sells fried buns, and decided to try fried buns and treat myself by the way.

Steamed buns are a traditional Han snack that is popular in Shanghai, Zhejiang, Jiangsu and Guangdong. It is referred to as raw frying, which is characterized by crispy skin, thick juice, fragrant meat, and delicate. It turned out to be a tea house and a tiger stove, that is, a concurrent variety of boiling water shops.

The earliest understanding of fried buns comes from an article about Yangzhou by Mr. Wang Zengqi - he described the life of Yangzhou people in the article, with water in the morning and water in the evening. It is about the life of Yangzhou people drinking tea and eating raw fried in the teahouse in the morning, and taking a bath in the bathhouse in the evening in Yangzhou.

When I walked into the store and ordered what I wanted, I began to look at the things in the store, and there was an introduction about the fried buns on the wall, and there was a very interesting history about the fried buns - Shanghainese called the fried buns "fried steamed buns", which has a history of hundreds of years in Shanghai. More than 100 years ago, teahouses in Shanghai served fried steamed buns in addition to tea. Later, when people were not tasting tea, they also wanted to use "tea snacks" as a fast food instead of a main meal. So raw fried came out of the teahouse and became a street food. As the demand became more and more strong, the size of the fried fried food became larger and larger, so that the traditional "one two four" became "one or two one".

At the end of the introduction, it also focuses on the wonderful use of fried buns - in the middle of winter, eating fried buns just out of the pot is more conducive to driving away the cold, chewing out the fragrance, and absorbing nutrients. The black sesame seeds at the top of the bun also have the wonderful effect of appetizing and strengthening the spleen, smoothing the qi and relieving asthma and cough......

The fried buns came up quickly, the bottom of the skin was fried until golden brown, and the top half was sprinkled with some sesame seeds and chives. It smells very strong, I can't wait to take the chopsticks and put a raw fried in my mouth, take a bite of the soup, the meat, oil, onion, sesame all the delicious taste in the mouth for a long time, extremely delicious.

I asked for several different kinds of fried food, including the most classic fresh pork with skin jelly, as well as the fried shrimp and chicken fried after the raw fried out of the teahouse, and the Shanghai catering industry had a professional store for fried steamed buns.

After eating this fried meal that I don't know if it was lunch or dinner, I started to go to the night bar, made an appointment with Wang Xiaorui in the morning, and went to the bar at 8 o'clock in the evening to meet her and record the whole process of work for her.

More than forty minutes later, I arrived at the door of the night bar, it was past eight o'clock, and the bar was already open. Walking into the bar, I found that there were not many people in the bar.

I walked around the bar and didn't find Wang Xiaorui, so I called her, this girl was still as cold as ever, I just said that I arrived, and she hung up the phone.

Ten minutes later, I saw Wang Xiaorui coming down from the second floor, wearing the work clothes of the night bar - a vest, a white shirt, trousers, leather shoes, a small dreadlock, the same as when I first met her, with a ponytail tied behind her head.

I smiled and said, "Why don't you stay on the second floor if you don't greet guests below, not afraid that your boss will say that you are lazy?" ”

Wang Xiaorui glanced at me, "The old guy said that my job is to wait for people to show people the ability to recognize alcohol, and I don't need to do other things." ”

I shook my head and smiled, I could see that Wang Xiaorui, the girl, was still very unaccustomed to working life, she always frowned, and her face was unnatural when she said the word boss, and finally changed the title to that guy.

Wang Xiaorui took me to the bar, and as soon as I sat down, Wang Xiaorui stared at me and said slowly: "Are you in a bad mood?" ”

I was stunned, "How do you know?" ”

Wang Xiaorui didn't answer my words, but turned to the waiter standing at the bar and said, "Give me a glass of rum." ”

The waiter poured a glass of rum and pushed it in front of Wang Xiaorui, who handed me the rum again, "Rum is also called pirate wine, and it is said that pirates on the ship will drink rum no matter what is happy or sad." ”

After sitting at the bar for more than an hour, a waiter walked up to Wang Xiaorui and whispered a few words, Wang Xiaorui nodded and looked at me: "I'm going to work." ”

I shook the camera in my hand and got up from the stool with a smile, "You're going to get to work, and my work is going to start." ”

The night bar set aside a table for Wang Xiaorui, and the table was full of glasses. When Wang Xiaorui walked, many people were already around the table, and when they saw Wang Xiaorui walking behind the table, the crowd suddenly boiled.

A man with a tattoo on his arm exclaimed, "Can you really recognize alcohol?" Anything? ”

Wang Xiaorui nodded.

The man smiled and picked up a cup from the table, "I'd like to see if you're that good." ”

With that, the man turned and squeezed out of the crowd, walked to the bar and asked the waiter to pour a glass of wine.

The man with the wine squeezed into the crowd again, handed the wine in his hand to Wang Xiaorui, and looked at her defiantly. Wang Xiaorui took a sip of wine and lightly reported the name of the wine.

The look on the man's face changed suddenly, and his expression staring at Wang Xiaorui was like seeing a ghost, and he couldn't say a word when he opened his mouth wide. Although the man neither said right nor wrong, the people around him had already guessed whether Wang Xiaorui's answer was right or wrong.

The crowd suddenly erupted in cheers and exclamations, and the waiter standing on the side took the opportunity to start talking about how powerful Wang Xiaorui's ability to recognize wine was.

I raised my camera to capture this scene, and in the photo, Wang Xiaorui, who was standing behind the table in the center of the crowd, still had a cold and expressionless face, as if she was a queen.