"Yesterday there were few people or because they came too late, but today, when I look at it, there are so many people?" Zhang Yue looked at the front store, and there were many tourists around it.

"This place has always been famous, and as far as I know, companies in several surrounding provinces have put team building in this place." Teacher Zhao said.

"No wonder I saw so many people in the same uniform on the road." Teacher Chu said: "It would be great if our unit could go to a place like this to do a team building." ”

"Don't even think about it, this is the first time we've been here in three years, and in the past, if you went out for an academic conference, it would be like now." Teacher Zhao shook his head and said.

"Come to dinner?" A middle-aged woman looked at the group of tourists, apparently in a group, at the door of another restaurant.

"No, we've found a place." Li Xing said.

Zhu Jia was not far from him, and he also replied, but his voice became very low later.

A group of people walked down the gradually sloping street, and it didn't take long to see a neon billboard hanging vertically in the air like Nanjing Road Pedestrian Street, illuminating the small puddles underfoot. Tide. Wet. Ground.

Wu Zhen and Qi Kun at the front walked in, and the giant dish pattern on the right side of the door occupied the entire wall. The whole body is earthy. Hue. tone, the top of the middle is written in italics with a black brush chestnut farm vegetables, and the periphery is a bit like Feng. Child. Kai's cartoons, two pre-nineties bungalows, and two old mothers in front of the door. Chicken. and a basket of eggs.

"There are no more private rooms, or you can sit in the lobby." A skinny middle-aged man said.

"I just called you, you didn't say that there is a box hemp, it's called Etsu Lake." Qi Kun asked.

After Zhu Jia entered the door, he was also waiting for Qi Kun and their arrangement, and he admired the painting alone for a while, he still remembered that every time he went on a business trip before, he was responsible for it, and now it is rare that he doesn't have to care about anything, he simply admires the scenery along the way.

"Alright, you go to the innermost room on the right." Another short, middle-aged woman said.

"Which side?" Qi Kun asked.

The man pointed to the corridor on the left side of the first floor of the hall, and there was the sound of men drinking and bickering in the private room on the left.

When a group of them walked into this private room, they smelled a musty smell.

"Oops, it really suffocated me, waiter, where's the remote control for the air conditioner?" Teacher Zhao asked a woman in her twenties who was putting a pot of tea on the rotating glass in the middle of the round table.

"Don't worry, I'll open it for you now." She quickly pulled the remote control out of the drawer.

"We ordered eleven dishes, Mr. Zhao, have you seen enough?" Qi Kun and Wu Zhen walked in from outside and asked.

"I guess it's not enough, we ate a total of 17 dishes last night, you must add this." Teacher Zhao sat at the main table facing the door, leaning his back against it and looking at Qi Kun at the door.

"Is there any fat sausage here, give me one more." Teacher Chu sat on the left side of the door, and she raised her head to the right to look at Qi Kun.

"Yes, Mr. Chu, I just saw it on the menu." Qi Kun replied.

"Yes, did you order the green rice, this place was the most famous in ancient times." Teacher Wang Xiang said. Her sons Siming and Zhou Dongdong sat next to each other, one holding a mobile phone and playing a game.

"What are these two kids playing?" Zhang Yue saw it.

"Brother Snowman." Teacher Wang replied.

"Really, I was cute when I was a kid and played with this." Zheng Bei's small eyes were slightly slit, and he said with a smile.

"Ouch, Belle, you've got you covered, why don't you go up and play now?" Zhang Yue said with a loud smile.

Qi Kun stood next to Zhu Jia, still holding his mobile phone in his hand and reading the menu. At this time, he also smiled and said, "Then the other dishes, I'll look at it and order more." “

He saw Teacher Zhao nodding, and the person walked out.

There was a burst of ghost screams from five or six-year-old children outside, really shouting at the top of their voices, "It's really noisy, close the door quickly." Teacher Zhao looked out the door.

Zhu Jia's stool moved back and pushed the door outward, he saw that there was no lock cylinder in the middle of the door, and he could only rely on the side of the door and the corner of the wall. Rub. Sassafras. Force so that the door does not open automatically inward.

"There are a lot of men who don't like to eat fat intestines, our old man and my husband don't like to eat, I think it tastes weird, but I like to eat it, in the past, every time I go on a business trip, as long as I have it, I will order." Teacher Chu said.

"It's a personal preference." Teacher Wang Xiang replied.

Zhu Jia on the side immediately remembered the dish that he often ate when relatives had happy occasions in his hometown, the entrance was very chewy, and the taste was very fragrant, and he would usually chop and burn red peppers.