The two of them sat in the waiting area, waiting for the call like ordinary guests.

Zhang Yang said it lightly, but Bei Jiajia on the side listened with admiration, and his eyes were starry.

【Please dine at table A58.】 】

【Please dine at table A58.】 】

In my ears, the store called again.

Zhang Yang glanced down at the number in his hand and said with a smile: "Let's go, it's our turn." ”

"Coincidentally, I just started to get hungry." Bei Jiajia smiled and stood up.

The overall decoration style is simple and brisk but rich in texture, which is full of calm and comfort in the hustle and bustle, and can immerse diners in the appetite.

The decoration of each soup king hot pot is simple but not simple.

The two didn't ask for any private rooms, but chose the hall to eat with the crowd. The surrounding people are full of voices, and the waiters walk through it, and the whole feeling is boiling.

In each booth table, there is a touch screen to order, and at the same time, the story behind each dish of Tangwang hot pot is continuously played.

The display screen on the wall is constantly playing the real-time ranking of the number of dishes ordered.

These are the changes made by Tangwang Hot Pot recently, and even in the next time, all stores will be iterative in this way to implement the core of productism.

Bei Jiajia stared at all this around her with wide eyes, her eyes full of shock.

She never knew that a hot pot could play dishes like this... It's not wrong to stick to traditional hot pot, but in the face of this kind of treatment, really·· It's out of reach.

"Brother-in-law, I suddenly thought that many years later, there will be a book called [Tangwang Hot Pot, You Can't Learn It]." Bei Jiajia made no secret of her surprise.

"Exaggeration." Zhang Yang smiled, then looked at the waiter who stood with a smile for a while.

It's a smiling young lady.

"Sir, do you need me to recommend a dish for you?" She said.

Zhang Yangcun experienced the service quality of the waiters in his store, so he nodded.

"Okay, then first of all, let's help you make the soup base first, our soup base is a three-flavor pot, free matching, we recommend you to choose our wild mushroom soup base..." The waiter is very professional and enthusiastic to introduce the dishes.

Zhang Yang still doesn't know about his own dishes?

Under some operation, the bottom of the pot is paired with mushroom soup, butter, and tomato, which can be regarded as sweet and sour, spicy, and stomach-nourishing.

In terms of dishes, Zhang Yang let the waiter decide.

The two ordered the signature hairy belly, mutton rolls, duck blood, shrimp slippery...

"Sir, probably these two of you should be enough, if you want to add food, you can call me at any time, or you can operate the screen here." The waitress bent down and said with a smile.

Zhang Yang nodded and thanked him.

The waitress will leave first for the time being.

The surrounding chats and laughter are in the ears, and the guests not far away are also busy taking pictures and commenting.

Everyone's slight actions are like a butterfly effect, providing a little bit of power for the future growth of Tangwang hot pot, but enough to gather sand into a tower.

In the evening, Zhang Yang and Bei Jiajia sat idly like this, boiling hot pot and chatting about family life.

The hairy belly is very crispy, the duck blood is very tender, and the fragrant mushroom soup is fragrant and confused after just one sip.

"It's delicious, it's delicious." Bejajia exclaimed, wrapping her hairy belly in her exclusive sauce.

"You're an expert, help me evaluate the ingredients?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile.

"Two words, fresh." Bei Jiajia thought about it, and said a little tentatively. "Brother-in-law, don't mind me if I say something."

"You say." Zhang Yang said casually.

"I don't know if it's a psychological suggestion, but you see, the introduction of this ingredient on the screen of each booth table, how special it is, how strict the selection of materials, and then subtly, it seems to feel different when you actually eat it." Bei Jiajia said with a wink.

Zhang Yang ate the crunchy and somewhat sweet potato chips, and didn't answer Bei Jiajia, but just unceremoniously fished out the mutton rolls she had just put down and ate them.

The selection of materials is strictly true, as for the promotional video, there are no psychological hints.

What do you ask him to say?

While thinking about it, the last piece of hot and tender mutton roll on Zhang Yang's chopsticks was being delivered to his mouth.

"Huh? It's all gone. Bei Jiajia took a blank shelf, then looked at the mutton roll on Zhang Yang's mouth, and took it back with a smile without thinking about it, "It's mine." ”

"It's not..." Zhang Yang was stunned.

The meat to the mouth flew? This mutton is all on his mouth, Bei Jiajia really has no sense of boundaries...

He wanted to say, and then looked at the mutton roll that Bei Jiajia had already put into his mouth with chopsticks, and immediately shook his head and smiled, and said nothing.

After eating, Bei Jiajia suddenly answered a phone call.

"Go back... I don't. ”

"Introduce me to someone again... No, I won't! ”

Bei Jiajia continued the phone and said a few words of no, and at a glance, she knew that it was a call from home.

Urge·· Blind date?

After a while, Bei Jiajia hung up the phone sullenly, just thinking about drinking the special milk tea made by Tangwang Hot Pot.

"What's wrong, the phone at home?" Zhang Yang asked funny.

"My mother's phone... Urging me to go back, saying that he wanted to introduce me to someone... What the hell, this girl has a lot of boys to chase, and she goes on a blind date, so she looks down on me! Bei Jiajia puffed.

She felt devastated.

"Then you take one back and show them, won't you just gag them, what's the trouble?" Zhang Yang was a little incomprehensible.

Bei Jiajia didn't say anything, just silently drank milk tea, drank and drank, and glanced at Zhang Yang inexplicably.

At first glance, Zhang Yang was excited, and without thinking about it, he burned a piece of hairy belly and sent it to Bei Jiajia's bowl.

"Come, hurry up and eat, I'll send you back when you're done."

"Don't! Brother-in-law looks at you, and urges me to eat. Bei Jiajia was dissatisfied with the accusation.

···

On the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhang Yang always wanted to go home.

Bei Wei didn't go anywhere this year, she was busy holding a Mid-Autumn Festival reading activity in a book café, and she was very busy, and this Mid-Autumn Festival was naturally a small industry for herself.

Zhang Yang returned alone as usual.

In the evening of the company on the eve of the holiday, Zhang Yang sat alone in the office and was talking to his father Zhang Zhaohai.

"Dad, how is the restaurant at home now?"

"It's good, it's going well, and business is good." Zhang Zhaohai's laughter is still hearty.

Traditional restaurants naturally can't make much thought, so they rely on the passage of time to make word of mouth little by little.

In the future, no matter how good it is done and how big it is, the upper limit will naturally not be very high.

But for Zhang Yang, his parents' industry, how big is it, the two of them can have a career, the life is not boring, and it is enough to have a good life.

Lack of money, don't you have a son?

The father and son talked on the phone for a long time, and Zhang Zhaohai on the other side said a lot of things that he was proud of recently.

The Maybach that was assigned to him played its role to the maximum extent after all, making him energetic recently and making a lot of important friends.

The strength is different, and the circle is different after all.

"By the way, you said you were going to buy your mom a car last time..." Zhang Zhaohai suddenly remembered something, so he asked.

"I can't forget it, I'll mention it when I go back." Zhang Yang said with a smile.

If it weren't for the last time I bought at the same time, my parents might not have been able to accept it, so he would have done it together last time. dragged on until now, just considering the tolerance of those two people.

As for what to buy...

Last time, I mentioned the BMW 7 Series to my mother, but now that I think about it, I always feel that the 7 Series seems to be too cheap, so it has to be similar to my father's Maybach, right?

I'll talk about it when I get back.

As he spoke, the door of the office opened, and Bai Xiaomi walked in lightly with tea.

Zhang Yang said goodbye to his father while watching Bai Jingyi put down the tea.

"Haven't you gone back yet?" He said softly, and gently took Bai Xiaomi into his arms. "When are you going home?"

"Tomorrow morning's ticket." Bai Jingyi gently hugged Zhang Yang's neck, her eyes watery and gentle as water, "Dong Zhang, you haven't been to me for a long time." ”

"For a long time?" Zhang Yang was stunned.

Thinking about it carefully, it is true that I haven't been to Bai Xiaomi's residence for a long time.

"Tonight, then?"

"Tonight? Really?! In an instant, Bai Xiaomi's eyes bloomed with surprise.

Moments later, the two walked out of the office side by side.

Generally, the boss has not left, and the management below will not go, and the management will not go, and the employees below will not go.

But Zhang Yang felt that it was not necessary.

Sometimes he likes to stay late in the office alone, so is it difficult for the whole company to work overtime?

Therefore, on the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival, he arranged for the following employees to get off work early and go back early.

When they walked out of the office building, the two of them looked back at the office building together, and the lights were still bright, and I don't know if the weather was bad today, there were many dark clouds, and the moon was a little looming.

However, none of these could hinder Bai Xiaomi's good mood at all.

On the way to pick up the car, Bai Xiaomi pestered Zhang Yang, wanting to go shopping for some food together, saying that he would show his hand at night.

This little wish, he naturally fulfilled.

"Just go to a farmer's market near my house, where I used to buy groceries." Bai Xiaomi suggested.

"Okay, then you show the way." Zhang Yang readily agreed.

People always have to be down-to-earth, not that if you have money, you have to go to many top markets to buy, go to tall places, and go to places full of fireworks.

All the flavors of life have to be experienced, and how long has he been rich, half a year? It's really not like forgetting your roots.

In the evening, Cullinan stopped outside a bustling farmer's market.

At this point, the farmers' market is flowing inside and out. Residents who come in and out are almost not empty.

Zhang Yang and Bai Xiaomi got out of the car together, not like the relationship between the boss and the secretary, but like a pair of young couples who lived their lives, walking and stopping everywhere.

"Let's go, let's take a look." Zhang Yang took Bai Xiaomi's hand.

Bai Jingyi's heart is as sweet as honey, and she cherishes every minute and every second she spends alone with Zhang Dong at this moment.

"Boss, how do you sell this?"

"Where's this?"

"What about fractions? Wipe the odds, and get some onions and garlic. Zhang Yang stopped in front of a stall, familiar with bargaining.

Bai Xiaomi stared at Zhang Yang at this moment in a daze, and in a trance, there was a kind of simple happiness of three meals a day, three meals for two people a day, four seasons, seven emotions, six desires and five flavors for a hundred years.

"Alright." Zhang Yang turned around, his hand was already full of plastic bags.

"Zhang Dong, it turns out that you are buying vegetables... Bargain too. Bai Xiaomi stepped forward and hugged Zhang Yang's arm.

"In this case, there is a lot of money, and giving money to people for nothing are two different concepts." Zhang Yang took out his hand and pinched Bai Xiaomi's face, "You used to buy vegetables, you won't be embarrassed to bargain, right?" ”

"Where?" Bai Xiaomi's face turned red and he flatly denied it.

Young people in the vegetable market, has always been a vulnerable group, she used to buy her own vegetables, she was really embarrassed to ask the price, and she was embarrassed to bargain, all said one is one, and later found that it was not good.

You're embarrassed, the stall owner is quite embarrassed, and he will trap you if he catches you.

Simply, in the remaining time, Bai Xiaomi watched Zhang Yang invincible in the vegetable market, looking at those street vendors whose faces were so ugly and ugly, she was simply happy in her heart.

Later in the evening, the two returned with a full load.

As night fell, Bai Xiaomi's residence was brightly lit.

Zhang Yang sat on the sofa with peace of mind, eating the fruit given by Bai Xiaomi, while watching Bai Xiaomi busy in the kitchen.

There is the sound of a range hood in my ears, and outside the window is the sound of children downstairs who don't know who.

The tip of the nose, the fragrance of the food looms...

This fireworks world, let alone a lifetime, even if he stays for ten lifetimes, he will not get tired.

"Let's eat." I don't know how long it took, Bai Xiaomi served the last dish, "Come, try my craft." ”

Bai Jingyi is a native of Guangling, and the taste of the dishes he cooks is similar to that of his hometown, which belongs to the same Huaiyang cuisine, and it looks full of color, flavor, and taste.

Zhang Yang's index finger moved, and he wanted to move the chopsticks.

"Wait!" Bai Xiaomi suddenly spoke.

"What's the matter, what else... A special ritual? Zhang Yang asked curiously.

"I'm going to open a bottle of wine." Bai Xiaomi trotted away with a smile and brought another bottle of red wine, "Isn't this going to be the Mid-Autumn Festival, let's celebrate in advance?" ”

A moment later, each of them had a glass of red wine.

"Zhang Dong, I respect you." Bai Xiaomi raised his wine glass, his eyes smiling gently.

The two drank wine and ate food, and the atmosphere was soothing and relaxed.

Bai Xiaomi seems to be overwhelmed by alcohol, anyway, after a glass of red wine, his face is red, and he still wants to drink it.

After eating, Bai Xiaomi suddenly looked out the window and trotted out in surprise.

"Zhang Dong, come and see, the moon is out."

"Come out and come out, what's so strange, don't you watch it every day?" Zhang Yang laughed and walked onto the balcony.

"Look." Bai Xiaomi raised his face and pointed to the sky.

Zhang Yang looked up, above the sky, the moon that was still covered by dark clouds before, he didn't know when the moon would be released, hanging in the air like a disc.

Obviously, it's not the Mid-Autumn Festival yet.

"This is called guarding the clouds and seeing the moon." Bai Xiaomi's raised face was bathed in the moonlight, and his slightly drunk face was more than usual... It's a little bit more indescribably good-looking.

"It always feels like you're talking a little..." Zhang Yang smiled.

"Where?" Bai Xiaomi sneered lightly, suddenly hugged him, and tiptoed close to his face, "Dong Zhang, Jingyi wishes you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival in advance!" ”

"You're also... Happy holidays. ”

The eyes that approached were as gentle as water.

Zhang Yang hugged Bai Xiaomi's Yingying waist, smiled and kissed it in the moonlight.

(End of chapter)