This is a food stall that only opens at night, and it is said to be a food stall, but in fact, the owner has set up two or three tables that are stained with oil and do not look very clean no matter how you wipe them.

Of course, rich people don't come to such a place and eat against the north wind that constantly blows through the streets, which is really not in line with their status. The people who frequented this place are such as the coachman who is strong and has no family burden, who can finally enjoy a little bit of life after a busy day, the patrolman who looks very majestic but has not yet learned to extort, and who does not receive a few copper plates at the end of the month, and so on, who have a big appetite and a small wallet.

Here you can put together a side dish, order a bowl of noodles, and you can barely fill your stomach, if you can't, ask the boss to add another bowl of hot noodle soup that doesn't cost money. If you have a little wealth, you can even buy a small glass from the boss and pour it into your stomach, and it will raise a spicy feeling of liquor to drive away the cold that makes people's hands and feet numb in the cracks of the bones. If a few people come together, maybe they can add a stir-fry, push the cup and change the lamp, and then scratch the red hair for a while, and finally wave goodbye with a wine burp. After going home and taking a good nap, I repeat my monotonous and boring job again and again, and I don't have much money to earn.

Lei Zhen was sitting at a table in the most corner of this food stall, and the lantern hung by the food stall owner on the stove emitted a faint yellow light, which projected onto Lei Zhen's body, pulling a long oblique shadow on the ground. When the boss grabbed a handful of bean sprouts from the bamboo basket and threw them into the oil pot, in the sound of "sizzling", a puff of oil smoke rose up, and the back of the thunder shock fell on the ground, and then it became hazy and ethereal.

Listening to the metallic sound of the spatulas colliding together, and smelling the aroma of fried bean sprouts transmitted in the wind, Lei Zhen scooped up a spoonful of egg fried rice and put it into his mouth.

The rice grains are moderately soft and hard, mixed with scrambled eggs, and this kind of food is very delicious. What's more, this kind of food not only reminded Lei Zhen of his childhood, but also made him feel that at this time, he was still alone. Lei Zhen had to slow down the rhythm of sticking out the spoon in order to maintain his normal chewing speed, chewing the precious food bit by bit in a slow and methodical motion, and then slowly swallowing it into his stomach.

A plate of egg fried rice finally bottomed out, put down the spoon in his hand, and Lei Zhen picked up another baked cake. This pancake has just been baked, and it still has a warm steam in your hand, and the sesame seeds sprinkled on it have been baked at a high temperature, giving off an attractive taste.

Lei Zhen tore the baked cakes into small pieces and wiped them the plate, until the whole plate was wiped clean, and the oil stains with the aroma of egg fried rice and a small piece of green onion leaves stained on the bottom of the plate were rubbed on the cakes, and then he sent these torn cakes into his mouth.

A large portion of egg fried rice, two pancakes were all sent into his stomach, Lei Zhen gently stroked his stomach, and his eyes involuntarily fell on a casserole placed on the briquette stove, still bubbling with a curling aroma. The boss and chef who had just put the fried bean sprouts with sharp peppers on the plate, as if he had an extra pair of eyes, quickly turned his head, and showed a businessman's standard smile to Lei Zhen, he gently tapped the edge of the casserole with a spoon, and shouted: "The chicken thighs that have been simmered slowly over low heat since the afternoon have been marinated by now, and even the bones are fragrant when you bite into them, how about it, let's try it?" ”

Lei Zhen hesitantly touched the banknote he had just earned in the afternoon in his pocket, he still felt hungry. After hesitating for a while, Lei Zhen still shook his head, the boss who made a living by setting up food stalls was obviously used to seeing guests like Lei Zhen, so he smiled and didn't say anything. But after Lei Zhen bought another baked cake from him, he pointed to the casserole and said, "Can you scoop a spoonful of soup and pour it into my cake?" ”

"Chicken soup scramble?"

The boss looked at the big boy in front of him, who obviously rarely asked for help, and a broad smile appeared on his face again, "Okay! ”

With the remaining banknotes in his arms and the third biscuit with half a spoonful of chicken soup poured in the middle, Lei Zhen slowly walked back to the nightclub. It was already eleven o'clock in the evening, but Lei Zhen didn't put on the clown mask as usual, waiting for the game in the ring to end, screaming and being beaten, and picking up the coins that others threw into the ring. He kept rummaging through the soda bottles brought back by the waiter, and finally collected most of the half bottles of Coke from dozens of soda bottles.

Lei Zhen pressed the mouth of the bottle with his fingers and shook the half bottle of Coke vigorously to release the gas inside. Seeing a waiter walking past him, with half of the leftover sandwich on the glove tray in his hand, Lei Zhen stretched out his hand to grab this sandwich, and threw it directly into his mouth under the gaze of everyone.

Lei Zhen's behavior is almost indistinguishable from a beggar squatting on the side of the road and stretching out his hand to beg for pedestrians. Lei Zhen ignored the stares projected around him, whether those waiters respected or disdained him, and what did it have to do with him? Lei Zhen was in no mood to pay attention to Ye Qiu, the top dancer of the nightclub who was standing behind the counter, the corners of her mouth were raised, and she did not hide the disdain and contempt in her eyes.

That's right, Ye Qiu is very beautiful, and her temperament is quite good, it is said that she is also empathetic, and the dignitaries and dignitaries who circle around her are like a group of flies that can't be driven away, even the waiters in the nightclub, as long as they don't have work at hand for the time being, they can't bear to come to Ye Qiu's side, and contribute some courtesies that they know are meaningless, but they have to dedicate them. It was these men who almost lifted Ye Qiu to the sky...... But everything, what does it have to do with his thunder shock?!

In Lei Zhen's eyes, the weight of Ye Qiu, a woman, was far less than the half of the bottle of Coke he had collected with great difficulty from dozens of soda bottles.

Repeatedly shaking vigorously and repeatedly deflating, until there was no gas in the half bottle of Coke, Lei Zhen raised his head in front of everyone and poured all the half bottle of liquid that was no longer Coke into his stomach.

Ma Lan once told Lei Zhen that white sugar can not only accelerate the healing of wounds, but also quickly replenish the body's calories, but the human body often cannot effectively absorb the calories of sugar. Before you need to carry out high-intensity physical exertion, drink a bottle of cola that emits carbon dioxide gas, which can extend the support time of the body under intense physical exertion.

Lei Zhen put the empty Coke bottle in his hand on the table, along with the clown mask that had accompanied him in this nightclub for more than ten days.

(To be continued)