The lunch was so rich that they didn't even feel hungry at five o'clock in the afternoon. Su Luo and Zhou Xun simply went to Letterman without eating a bite.

As the general stationed in the song and dance hall, Huang Bo stayed idle all day, cleaning the inside and outside again, making it spotless.

"Hey! You've been working hard! I think the bar table can be used as a mirror!" Su Luo naturally leaned towards the bar and gave Huang Bo a thumbs up.

Huang Bo chuckled and was currently eating noodles from a small basin.

These are all the reserves in Su Luo's hut. I told Huang Bo before to eat as much as he wanted: "Boss, have you eaten it? If not, I will cook some more!"

Su Luo glanced at the small pot, which contained pure noodles with pickles, and quickly waved his hand: "No, as long as you are full, we can just have some barbecue or something after closing time in the evening, just make do with it!"

Huang Bo immediately felt that the noodles were no longer fragrant after saying this, and giggled silently for a while: "Hey, I was worried that you wouldn't have enough to eat when you came back, so I cooked a little less!"

"I guess this little noodle won't last until closing time. It will be digested in a while!"

"Then why don't you cook more, so you don't get hungry!" Zhou Xun is now familiar with Huang Bo, and he knows that the two of them are joking: "As Letterman's pillar, you must eat enough! Noodle tube

Enough!"

"And I heard that the smoke from barbecue fireworks may not be good for your throat! You should eat less of that stuff!"

"Then I really want to thank you! I have a very weak throat, let alone barbecue, even raw seafood is no problem!"

"In my hometown, I can make oysters at will!"

Huang Bo was still fighting for his right to have barbecue together at night, and Su Luo began to write the lyrics of "Little Apple" and "Ace of Spades".

Soon I heard the beep beep beep of the horn outside, one after another without stopping.

This is a bit strange. Nowadays, the streets are full of bicycles, and cars are definitely a scarce product. Anyone who drives a car will be followed by children who love the smell of gasoline.

"Who is running blindly at our door?" Huang Bo looked at the door subconsciously: "I'm going to take a look. Did it crash?"

Su Luo and Zhou Xun also followed him out, and looked outside Letterman. A red car parked on the street, the door was open, and Sun Nan's big head poked out:

"Brother! Brother! How are you? I just brought it back today. Are you handsome?" As soon as Sun Nan saw Su Luo coming out, he couldn't help but want to be jealous.

Like a child getting a new toy.

Huang Bo's eyes lit up. The man's love for cars was ingrained in his bones. He walked over in two or three steps: "Brother Sun, this car is so handsome!"

Zhou Xun followed Su Luo to the front, looked up and down, turned and asked Su Luo: "What kind of car is this?"

"This is a second-hand Alto!"

Sun Nan had already got out of the car and patted the roof of the car. He was still quite proud: "My name is Alto Sandai! I asked several people to buy it!"

“Even though it’s a second-hand car, it’s in great condition!”

Huang Bo stuck out his butt and looked inside, full of the sense of epoch-making technology. He turned around and asked: "Brother Sun, your car is not cheap, is it? How much does it cost?"

"More than fifty thousand!"

"Huh? So expensive?" Huang Bo was immediately confused. An old car costs 50,000 yuan. At this time, it is really shocking.

"Why did you buy it for more than 50,000 yuan? With this kind of money, you might as well buy a house!" Su Luo looked at the red Alto car in front of him. To be honest, it looked ugly no matter how he looked at it.

"The house prices in Yanjing are too expensive, more than 3,000 square meters per square meter, and I can't even get 20 square meters!" Sun Nan stuck out his tongue: "I don't have that much money!"

"Besides, I really asked a lot of people to buy it. I thought it would be your birthday and I would let the teacher take the car to the hotel to make her happy!"

At this point, Sun Nan was still a little embarrassed: "Brother, I ordered this from someone before. It's not easy to delay without paying. Don't worry, I'll have more money later -

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"Okay, okay!" Su Luo knew that Sun Nan was talking about the cost of "The Wind Blows to the North". The boy knew it and asked for money several times: "We'll wait until you get rich!"

As he said that, Su Luo opened the back door directly: "There is only so much space inside, and you still want to bring people in! Besides, don't you feel cramped when you sit in with your figure?"

"It's okay! It just felt a bit crowded at first, but I got used to it after going in a few times. I just drove here and it felt quite comfortable!"

After Sun Nan said this, Zhou Xun had already exclaimed: "By the way, you drove here? Can you still drive?"

"Hahaha, you must be able to do it!" This kind of amazed look in his eyes greatly satisfied Sun Nan's vanity, and the corners of his mouth were almost split to the base of his ears:

"Sister-in-law, please go in and try it. In fact, I think this car is very suitable for you to drive!"

Hearing Sun Nan's encouragement, Zhou Xun subconsciously looked at Su Luo and whispered, "Can you drive?"

"Hey! You are looking down on me! Let me tell you, driving is really not that difficult. Many experienced drivers say that if you put a bone on the steering wheel, a dog can drive it!"

Sun Nan scratched his head subconsciously, always feeling that something sounded a little wrong: "Brother, it's not as easy as you said! I've been studying for several months!"

"I'll go in and try!"

Zhou Xun really got into this little Alto, holding the steering wheel and looking at the dashboard, full of novelty, and looked out at Su Luo: "How to drive? Please teach me!"

Originally, Sun Nan was a little eager to try to be a teacher, but Zhou Xun obviously designated a teacher, so he could only get out of the way, and saw Su Luo bending down and approaching the car door:

"This car is a manual transmission. The main thing is the cooperation of the clutch and the gear! The clutch is under your foot. Press the clutch to shift the gear!"

"Actually, the main thing is to find the feeling!"

"Look at this, this is the stall handle. First put your hand on the round head and wrap it with the palm of your hand. Don't be stiff. Be natural!"

"Feel it, try pulling it first. Did you see a number on it just now? 1234 or something!"

Zhou Xun nodded repeatedly, released his hand and took another look: "Yes, yes!"

Su Luo pointed at the gear handle:

"There are prompts above. Just follow the instructions and shift gears. 1, 2, 3, 4, yes, 2, 2, 3, 4, yes. Change your position and do it again!"

Sun Nan scratched his head: "Brother, are you really good at driving? Don't you have to put it in neutral?"

"Real masters always start in third gear. You look like you have never seen the world!"

"Boss, what is third gear starting?" Huang Bo said one word, and the situation changed instantly. Su Luo called Zhou Xun down and sat in the driver's seat.

Start a fire!

The engine began to vibrate and roar, and he rolled down the window. Su Luo decided to show off his style as an experienced driver, but Sun Nan's heart began to bleed, and the hand holding the window was shaking:

"Brother! Brother! Listen to me, I know you are good, but my coach said that starting in third gear will hurt the car! How about we start in first gear?"
Chapter completed!