There was a sea of people at the door, and it was the peak time for queuing.

The usher in front of the door enthusiastically and actively introduced the hot pot of his store, and his face was covered with a dense layer of sweat.

"Our main cut beef is particularly delicious, you can try it."

"Hello, I booked a private room, Mr. Han's."

Yan Kuan stepped forward and said hello very politely.

The usher looked up at Yan Kuan and nodded with a smile: "Hello, Mr. Han, right?" Wait a minute, I'll ask. ”

Then he pressed the walkie-talkie in front of him: "Is there a private room for Mr. Han?" ”

There was a sound on the intercom, and it took almost ten seconds before someone came out: "Yes, Mr. Han is already waiting in the No. 1 private room, so bring the guests over directly." ”

"Roger, grew."

After hanging up the walkie-talkie, the usher smiled and said, "Hello, please inside." ”

"Thank you."

After thanking him, the group of four followed the usher to the No. 1 private room.

Enter the hot pot lobby.

There is hot boiling everywhere, although it is a cold and hot day, you can turn on the air conditioner to eat hot pot, but it is so cool.

There are songs playing in the store, accompanied by noisy voices, which make people's brains hurt.

Chen Xiaodao looked around for a while, and then smashed Feng Zhibai's arm and sighed: "The business of this store is really good, and the location is good." ”

"Well, it's good, the feng shui sitting hall is also okay, the shop is bright, and the front door is empty but full of popularity."

Feng Zhibai also nodded.

While speaking, the usherin stopped his steps: "Hello, we have arrived, Mr. Han is already waiting inside, please come in, if you need to call us again." ”

"Okay, thank you."

Yan Guangwan thanked him, and the group of four pushed the door and entered the private room.

I don't know if the smell of hot pot in the room was too strong, so that after Feng Zhibai entered the house, the tip of his nose caught a little strange taste.

Sniffing hard, her brow furrowed slightly.

As soon as Chen Xiaodao wanted to enter the door, he saw Feng Zhibai sniffing vigorously.

"What's wrong?"

asked in a whisper.

"The smell in the private room is a little strange."

"Smelling weird?"

Blinking his eyes, Chen Xiaodao also sniffed hard, but the tip of his nose couldn't smell anything except the smell of hot pot.

"No, it's just the smell of hot pot, it's so fragrant."

Han laughed, and Chen Xiaodao's eyes stared directly at the hot pot on the table.

The pot is already boiling, and the low heat is slowly boiling.

Hearing the door open, the man in the black coat put down his phone and stood up.

He pushed the frame of his eyes, his face smeared with exhaustion.

"Brother Kuan."

Han Dongping's voice was hoarse, and he shouted Yan Kuan first.

Yan Kuan couldn't bear to see him in this state, and raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "Okay?" ”

Han Dongping didn't speak, shook his head weakly, and then looked at the few people behind Yan Kuan.

Yan Kuan turned sideways and exposed Feng Zhibai and his party.

"I'll introduce you, this is the master I mentioned to you two days ago."

Raising his hand, Han Dongping gestured to look at Feng Zhibai: "This is Miss Feng Zhibai Feng." ”

He pointed to Chen Xiaodao and Lao Mi again: "Chen Xiaodao Chen Xiaotianshi, this is Mr. Mi, the hexagram master." ”

Han Dongping was very educated, and first tidied up his clothes before greeting the three of them.

"Miss Feng, Mr. Chen, Mr. Mi, I have admired the name for a long time."

Yan Kuan had told him that these three people had the ability, and at first, he thought that they were at least thirty or forty years old, but he didn't expect to be so young.

Looking at the girl, she is only sixteen or seventeen years old, and the young man may be a little older, about twenty years old.

The only older one looked to be only forty years old.

If this combination were not for the people who knew their identities at a glance, they would only think that the master was going out with two apprentices.

But in fact, there is a king, a bronze, and another is not even bronze.

"Hello, hello."

As the only social member of the trio, Lao Mitou naturally took on the social responsibility.

Stretched out his hand to him and greeted him with a smile.

Chen Xiaodao also nodded symbolically and said indifferently: "Hello." ”

As for Feng Zhibai, he was already looking at his face from the moment he entered the door.

The eyes are bent downward, the mind is tight, the temperament is careful, and the heart is heavier.

The blade of the eyebrow is like a knife, and there must be a knife for a person.

It means that you can't mess with it, and if you provoke it, you will be bitten back.

Such people are still a little bit schizophrenic.

The cheekbones are sunken and the door is exposed.

Neither side is good.

It means that this person is not good.

Whether it is for people or feelings, thick and thin.

looked at his twelve palaces along his cheeks, except for the wealth and silk palace, which was very good, the other palaces could be described as confused.

Especially the conjugal palace.

is young and lonely, and it may be 0.0001% to have a daughter-in-law in this life.

Even if you have a wife, you will get divorced soon.

If you want to maintain the marriage, you must bury the other half so that it can never be divorced.

Otherwise, he would be destined to be a widow and a widow in his life.

"It's pathetic."

Feng Zhibai sighed, and looked up along Han Dongping's mountain roots, his eyebrows were a little dark, but it was not very serious.

It shows that he is full of yin qi and bad luck, but it does not affect his life, and it is harmless.

It's good to spend more time in the sun and go to crowded places.

His gaze moved to the hall of tears under his eyes, and Feng Zhibai was taken aback.

It's black!

This is not the appearance of being haunted by yin qi, but tired, and tired from the void.

Simply put, it's too much sex.

The essence is drained.

The young man is very good at playing.

Shaking his head, Feng Zhibai didn't look at Han Dongping with his hands in his hands.

Dirty eyes.

"Let's sit down first, let's talk while we eat."

Yan Kuan beckoned a few people, and was about to follow Feng Zhibai and the three of them to adjust the ingredients, but as soon as they turned their heads, Feng Zhibai and Chen Xiaodao suddenly pushed and ran to the spice table.

The old rice head was left alone to stand beside him, with a helpless face.

"It's okay, Yan Ju, this is the norm, they may be starving ghosts reincarnated, you take care of it a little more."

With both hands behind his back, Lao Mitou followed with steps.

Yan Kuan tilted his head and looked at them, thinking for about ten seconds before silently taking out his mobile phone and scanning the order code on the table.

"What's wrong?"

Han Dongping rubbed his temples, looked at Yan Kuan's serious expression, thought something was going on, and asked cautiously.

Yan Kuan flipped through his phone very seriously, sighed lightly before replying: "The food is not enough to eat, I'll add some food." ”

Raised his eyes and looked at Yan Kuan's mobile phone interface.

The nearly 1,000 yuan dish at the bottom really scared him.

"That's enough, that's too much..."

"It's not enough, Mr. Mi told me that Miss Feng and Mr. Chen are especially good at eating."

Han Dongping's face was full of doubts: "Huh? "Are you sure these three masters are reliable?" ”

"Reliable, absolutely reliable."

Seeing that the dishes were almost ordered, Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his face: "I'm going to adjust the ingredients." ”

turned around and went to the spice table, just in time to meet Feng Zhibai and they came back.

Feng Zhibai held two spices in his hand, Chen Xiaodao held three, and Lao Mitou held one.

The three of them walked on the road to form a beautiful landscape.

The waiter who passed by, while being surprised and Feng Zhibai's outfit, was stunned by the full pile of spices in the hands of the three people.

"Yan Ju, go quickly, don't delay eating."

Seeing Yan Ju stunned in place with his mouth open, Chen Xiaodao shouted loudly.

Only then did Yan Kuan's thoughts come back.

He let out a dumb sigh before stepping towards the spice table.

When he walked to the spice table, he was glad that he had added vegetables.

After mixing the seasoning, they returned to the private room, and several people had already started to cook.

Yan Kuan was very knowledgeable, he knew that as long as Feng Zhibai didn't speak, Chen Xiaodao and Lao Mitou would never speak first.

Although he didn't get along with Feng Zhibai much, he also touched her temperament a little.

Smiling at Han Dongping, he said, "Let's eat first." ”

Han Dongping was also a person who came over, and nodded and greeted Feng Zhibai, that is, a few people: "Miss Feng, Mr. Mi, Mr. Chen, you're welcome, what to eat." ”

"Okay."

In response, the three of them brushed their chopsticks together.

Yan Kuan and Han Dongping also began to glance at each other and moved their chopsticks.

During this period, dishes were delivered to the private room one after another.

There are also plates that continue to be withdrawn.

At the beginning, Yan Kuan expressed doubts about Chen Xiaodao's ability to eat.

But when the dish clicked upwards and the plate was lifted downward, the doubts in his heart became a final word.

These two people are really starving ghosts reincarnated!

Giant can eat!

Han Dongping, Yan Kuan and Lao Mitou's chopsticks have all stopped, and the two of them are still in the wind!

One is crazy about meat, and the other is crazy about being a vegetarian.

During this period, I didn't drink a sip of water, and I ate vegetables and meat!

When the table was almost swept away, they stopped their chopsticks satisfied, and then lay down on the stool with their bellies in their arms.

"Hiccup~"

Feng Zhibai took a sip of water, first burped, and then threw out a speech that shocked the world: "Hiccup ~ seven points full." ”

Yan Kuan rolled his eyes and helplessly reached out to his forehead.

That's more than he eats three times a day, and she says she's seven points full!

What's in her belly?

Can't fill it up?

Chen Xiaodao also had satisfaction on his face: "Ah~ I am very full, I can't eat anymore, and I will vomit if I eat again." ”

took out a tissue to wipe his mouth, Feng Zhibai was in a better mood, and tilted his body to look at Han Dongping: "Let's talk about it, what's the matter." ”

Han Dongping poured a cup of hot water, moistened his throat first, and then said softly: "My wife is dead." ”

Five simple words brought down the atmosphere in the private room.

Yan Kuan didn't speak, he knew about it, but he didn't understand it more deeply.

And today was originally Han Dongping's business, and he had no right to speak.

"My wife is dead?"

Knocking on the table with his hand, Feng Zhibai's face was a little meaningful: "The old man can't listen to lies the most, let alone fabricate right and wrong, give you another chance, who is dead." ”

She pressed forward, and her aura directly suppressed Han Dongping.

Han Dongping looked at Feng Zhibai, his eyes under the black-framed glasses were a little evasive: "Yes, it's my ex-wife." ”

Yan Kuan was stunned for a moment: "Ex-wife? ”

Han Dongping looked at Yan Kuan embarrassedly, squinted his eyes and nodded: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lie to you, but the time was not ripe to tell you." Yanan and I divorced, and not long after the divorce, Yanan had an accident. ”