There was a huge crowd at the door, which was the peak time for queuing.

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

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

"Hello, I have reserved a private room for Mr. Han."

Yan Kuan stepped forward and said hello politely.

The usher looked up at Yan Kuan and nodded with a smile: "Hello, Mr. Han, right? Wait a moment, let me ask."

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

There was a buzzing sound from the intercom, and it took almost ten seconds before a voice came out: "Yes, private room No. 1, Mr. Han is already waiting. Just bring the guests over."

"received."

After hanging up the intercom, the usher smiled and said, "Hello, please come inside."

"Thanks."

After thanking each other, the group of four followed the usher to Private Room No. 1.

Enter the hotpot main lobby.

The heat is boiling everywhere. Even though it's a cold or hot day, having hot pot with the air conditioner turned on is so refreshing.

There were songs playing in the store, accompanied by people's voices, which made people's heads hurt.

Chen Xiaodao probed around and looked around, then touched Feng Zhibai's arm and sighed: "The business of this store is really good, and the location is good."

"Yes, it's good. The Feng Shui sitting hall is also good. The shop is bright and the front door is empty but very popular."

Feng Zhibai also nodded.

While he was talking, the usher stopped and said, "Hello, we're already here. Mr. Han is already waiting inside. Please come in. If you need anything, call us."

"Okay, thank you."

After Yan Kuan bowed his head and thanked them, the four of them pushed the door open and entered the private room.

I wonder if the smell of hot pot in the room was too strong, so after Feng Zhibai entered the room, his nose picked up a strange smell.

After sniffing hard twice, she frowned slightly.

Just as Chen Xiaodao was about to enter, he saw Feng Zhibai sniffing around.

"What's wrong?"

He asked softly.

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

"It tastes weird?"

Blinking his eyes, Chen Xiaodao also sniffed hard, but he could smell nothing except the smell of hot pot on the tip of his nose.

"No, it just smells like hot pot. It's so fragrant."

With a silly laugh, Chen Xiaodao stared straight at the hot pot on the table.

The pot is already on fire, and it is slowly simmering on a low fire.

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

He pushed up his eye frames, and his face was filled with fatigue.

"Brother Kuan."

Han Dongping's voice was hoarse, so he called Yan Kuan first.

Yan Kuan couldn't bear to see him in this state. He raised his hand and patted his shoulder: "Are you okay?"

Han Dongping said nothing, shook his head weakly, and then looked at the people behind Yan Kuan.

Yan Kuan turned sideways, exposing Feng Zhibai and his party.

"Let me introduce you, this is the master I mentioned to you two days ago."

He raised his hand to signal Han Dongping to look at Feng Zhibai: "This is Miss Feng Zhibai Feng."

Then he pointed at Chen Xiaodao and Lao Mitou: "Chen Xiaodao, Master Chen Xiaotian, this is Mr. Mi, the hexagram master."

Han Dongping was very well-educated. He straightened his clothes first and then said hello to the three of them.

"Miss Feng, Mr. Chen, Mr. Mi, I have long admired your name."

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

Looking at the girl, she looks about sixteen or seventeen years old. The guy may be a little older, about twenty years old.

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

If someone who didn't know their identities could take a quick look at this combination, they would just think that they were a master who went out to take care of two apprentices.

But in fact, there is one king, one bronze, and one who is not even bronze.

"Hello Hello."

As the only social member of the trio, Lao Mi Tou naturally shouldered the important social responsibility.

She extended her hand to him and said hello with a smile.

Chen Xiaodao also nodded symbolically and said calmly: "Hello."

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

The eyes are downturned, the mind is close, the temper is cautious, and the heart is heavy.

The blade on the peak of the eyebrow looks like a knife, and a person must have a knife.

It means you can't mess with them, otherwise you will be bitten back.

Such people are a little bit schizophrenic.

The cheekbones are sunken, and the adultery is exposed.

Both sides are bad.

It means this person is not good.

Whether it's a person or a relationship, there is no intimacy.

Looking down his cheek to his twelfth house, except for the wealth and silk palace which is very good, the other palaces are in a state of confusion.

Especially the palace of husband and wife.

If you are young and lonely, the chance of having a wife in this life is only 0.0001%.

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

If you want to maintain your marriage, you have to bury your other half so that they can never get divorced.

Otherwise, he is doomed to be lonely and alone in his life.

"Pitiful."

Feng Zhibai sighed and looked up along Han Dongping's mountain top. There was a little darkness between his eyebrows, but it was not serious.

It shows that he is plagued by negative energy and brings bad luck, but it does not affect his life and is harmless.

Just get some sunshine and go for a run in crowded places.

Feng Zhibai was startled when his eyes moved to the tears under his eyes.

It's so blackened!

This is not the sign of being trapped by yin energy, but of being tired, and it is the result of the exhaustion of essence.

To put it simply, it means having too much sex.

The energy has been exhausted.

The young man is quite good at playing.

Shaking his head, Feng Zhibai put his hands in his hands and stopped looking at Han Dongping.

Dirty eyes.

"Sit down first and let's chat while we eat."

Yan Kuan greeted a few people and was about to tell Feng Zhibai and the others to mix the ingredients. When he turned around, Feng Zhibai and Chen Xiaodao suddenly pushed and rushed to the mixing table.

Lao Mi Tou was left alone standing beside him, with a look of helplessness on his face.

"It's okay, Director Yan. This is normal. They may be reincarnated as ghosts who died of hunger. You should be more patient."

Putting his hands behind his back, Lao Mi Tou followed up with steps.

Yan Kuan tilted his head and looked at the three of them. He thought for almost 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 and looked at Yan Kuan's serious expression. He thought something had happened and asked carefully.
To be continued...