Chapter 81: Colorful Hosta

Chapter 81 Colorful Hosta

Zhang Han licked his chapped lips, answered the uncle, and went to the nearest convenience store to buy a few bottles of ice water and cigarettes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

gave Chang Siyu and the others a few bottles, kindly lit a cigarette to the uncle sitting on the side, and twisted the ice water.

"Uncle, smoke a cigarette and drink saliva, let's talk slowly."

The uncle drank water, his face full of enjoyment with a cigarette, and after a while, he said, "The world's first canteen?" ā€

Zhang Han nodded expectantly.

"This place, you can't find anyone in the North Garden. You're lucky to know......"

Uncle bars smoked cigarettes, gossiped and chatted for a long time, but the point was not mentioned.

Zhang Han couldn't help but ask, "Uncle, where is the first canteen in the world, can you tell me first?" ā€

The uncle grinned, "I don't know!" ā€

Zhang Han suddenly became angry, pointed at the old man and scolded, "You are crazy!" I don't know what you're doing with nonsense for a long time? ā€

Uncle is not angry, but more happy, "Calm down, young man, I definitely don't know, because the world's No. 1 canteen does not welcome people to eat, do you know?" Hey. ā€

Zhang Han felt that there was something in the uncle's words, which seemed not so simple, so he squatted down and lit a cigarette again, lying on his face.

"That uncle, you don't want to sell the lawsuit, my family is still waiting in the car?"

Indeed, except for Zhang Han's exposure to the sun, all of them were resting in an air-conditioned car, who could stand it.

The uncle took a sharp puff of his cigarette and began to reminisce about the past.

At that time, the uncle was still a young and strong young man, because the family was engaged in the antique business.

Sometimes they often receive goods in the middle of the night, and they are all some dark objects that come from some improper means.

The uncle followed his father to pick up the goods at that time, and everything went smoothly, after all the things were resolved.

I went home at three o'clock, and suddenly my stomach hurt, and I happened to be about to arrive in the North Garden.

Because when he arrived at his own territory, the uncle asked his father to return home with the goods first, and it was convenient for him to go to the public toilet in the North Garden alone.

After soaking in smooth stool, the uncle was also in a hurry to go home and sleep.

trotted to the entrance of the North Garden, but after a few steps, the uncle saw a lot of people dressed in white.

They all went to one place, and the uncle looked in the direction where the people in white went.

I saw a quaint building at the entrance gate of Baiyuanzi, a two-story wooden attic.

The lights were brilliant and the song and dance leveled out, and the uncle panicked, and there was no building when he just passed by.

How to run out of a building after going to the toilet, the uncle looked closer, and the big signboard in the attic was even more peculiar.

"The No. 1 canteen in the world!"

In the uncle's memory, there is no such restaurant in Beiyuanzi, and it is even more unbelievable that it opened in the middle of the night.

What's even more bizarre is that there are people coming out to eat, and they are constantly converging in the attic.

Curiosity drove the uncle to find out, and everyone here the uncle paused.

His face became a little embarrassed, and fine beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead, and he asked Zhang Han with a slow breath, "Do you know?" I told a lot of people about it, but no one believed it. ā€

Zhang Han smiled and smiled, "Uncle, you say, I believe you." ā€

Then the uncle swaggered away with courage, and the business was still so hot when he opened in the middle of the night, so I want to see it.

But before he reached the door, the uncle froze in place and didn't dare to move forward.

Before, because of the long distance, it was dark and the vision was not good, and the uncle could only see the dancing and singing in the attic.

This distance is close, but the scene in the attic is a different one.

From the small window of the attic, countless fleshless skeletons were playing happily, and the whole attic instantly became eerie and terrifying.

The uncle took a step back, thinking that he must have seen a ghost and wanted to run, so he turned his head and bumped into a man dressed in white.

As soon as he looked up, a faceless head stretched out, and the flesh was blurry and dripping with blood.

Without a mouth, but speaking "You... Not... Affair... bar..."

At this time, the uncle was really panicked, his crotch was wet, and he closed his eyes and ran wildly like a mad dog.

Almost ran back home in one breath, hiding under his bed and not daring to squeak.

The next day, his father found that he had a high fever of 39 degrees Celsius, and he was talking gibberish for the next week.

The uncle stopped when he said this, and whispered in Zhang Han's ear, "It's all ghosts, the first canteen in the world is full of ghosts, haha." ā€

After saying that, the uncle got up and was about to leave on crutches, and Zhang Han gave the pack of cigarettes to the uncle with gratitude.

After walking a long distance, a middle-aged man passing by shook his head, "Hey, the old man has started to fool outsiders again......"

Zhang Han disagreed, thinking that what the uncle said was not false and was largely credible.

Those who can owe the old man a favor must also be a person in the same way, since the old man mentioned what he wants to know, he will give me the answer.

This also proves that the world's No. 1 canteen is not ordinary, and the uncle's words are estimated to be true.

Zhang Han returned to the car and directly asked Anna to find a hotel, eat first and then go to play.

It's hard to come to the North Garden once, and it won't be in vain to walk around the North Garden again.

As for the No. 1 canteen in the world, if the uncle's words are justified, it can only wait until the dead of night.

Go to the gate of the North Garden, which the uncle said, and go to see it first.

It's just that the uncle was a young man at that time, and now he is an octogenarian, and I really don't know if there is one after many years.

Less than one o'clock after eating, Zhang Han led a group of beauties to the antique area of the North Garden.

It is said that you can also find a lot of good treasures, in fact, it is to pass the time.

Zhang Han swept his eyes, he couldn't see what kind of fake, let alone the baby all the way, he didn't even see a high-end fake.

It's no wonder that they are all stalls, and it's hard for anything good to exist.

Suddenly, Chang Siyu stopped in front of a middle-aged man's stall, his eyes fixed on something and refused to move.

Xihe pulled Zhang Han to the front of the stall and pointed to an inconspicuous white hosta placed in the corner, "Brother, Sister Siyu likes that hosta, can you buy it!" ā€

Zhang Han took a look, didn't look at it or didn't care, and after a closer look, it was really inseparable.

This hosta looks like a fake, and it is quite worn, mainly because the hosta is broken.

Only two-thirds exist.

Judging from the short gap, this hosta is an ordinary jade, there is no special place, and it can't be seen to be an antique or something.

But this hosta, which is almost thrown on the street and will not bend down to pick it up, all the defects in the appearance are all packaged.

More precisely, these mutilations and wear and tear are intentional.

The real hosta is protected within this outer layer of hosta, and the real hosta is small but delicate.

Even Zhang Han was fascinated, even if it was broad daylight, Zhang Han could clearly see the glossy brightness of the hosta inside.

Brilliant with colorful light waves, one will be red and translucent, and one will be yellow and crystalline, baby.

"Boss, how can you sell this Tang Sancai?" Zhang Han asked, pointing to a fake Tang Sancai sticking to the new soil.

The boss had a hippie smile for a while, and finally waited for Zhang Han to ask the price, "Eight thousand yuan." ā€

When Zhang Han heard this price, he almost squirted, and he really dared to ask for the price. But Zhang Han didn't care, the main purpose was the hosta.