If the center points of several universities in the eastern part of Minghu City are drawn on a line on the map, then these universities just form an irregular semicircle.

The food street where Zhao Zijian and Qi Fangbing were going to have dinner was on the center of this semicircle.

The sun sets, neither cold nor hot.

The streets were bustling with people and traffic.

The distance is not too far. For young people like college students, there is no need to take a taxi at all. The two of them walked out of the school gate and chatted all the way, and they arrived at the place without realizing it.

It was only six o'clock, but the food street had completely turned to the rhythm of night food stalls.

Since he found out that Zhao Zijian was waiting outside the library to treat him to dinner, Qi Fangbing felt a lot happier. Compared to the natural calmness of the previous few days, he seemed a little extroverted.

After entering the food street, she even told Zhao Zijian with great interest that she had eaten at a certain stall with a certain classmate, and that some of the stalls were delicious.

However, Zhao Zijian suggested going to eat, but she thought and shook her head.

It was not until she saw a night market stall looking away that she smiled and said, "It's here! The duck blood vermicelli soup from that house is my favorite. My friend took me here to eat it once, and I fell in love with it!"

While speaking, she pointed to the stall and said, "Many stalls here can be mixed and asked for mixed and mixed things. You like to eat skewers or other things, and there are nearby. It is said that this duck blood vermicelli soup has a very good business, so even the rent of the shops around him has increased, and the things left are very delicious to make."

Zhao Zijian looked over the other side with her fingers. When he got closer, he saw a fat man in his thirties serving soup to others. Another young woman who looked pretty was busy, suddenly there were some memories that seemed to be even longer, so long that even if she could recall something, she was still vague and irrecognizable.

This fat man...he has an impression.

Although Zhao Zijian can't recall why he had an impression of him after nearly forty years, he subconsciously felt that there might be something interesting about this guy. Of course, although he was curious, he had no intention of continuing to dig deep into his memory.

An interesting person, even if he does it again, will be very interesting.

This is the enjoyment that people who live once should have.

Just in front of the stall of "Nanji Duck Blood Vinegar Soup", a table was settled and left. Qi Fangbing subconsciously pulled Zhao Zijian, and he hurried over to occupy the table and shouted, "Boss, please pack up the table!" The young and beautiful woman agreed, and immediately a middle-aged woman came to see the muddy cups and plates on the table, and then came over to ask, "Handsome guy, what should I eat?"

Zhao Zijian has been pampering for many years and is not very good at complimenting and serving girls like boys nowadays. It’s strange that he stood at the table, raised his head and stared at the signs of other people’s shops, especially when he stared at the two words “Nan Ji”, Qi Fangbing subconsciously pulled a tissue. After the waiter took the things away and wiped it, he carefully wiped the seats and tabletops. When she cleaned up, Zhao Zijian thanked him. Qi Fangbing sat down like a master and felt it was natural. He didn’t think that there was anything wrong with Zhao Zijian doing this.

The boss lady came over to order the order and happened to see the second half. She glanced at Zhao Zijian, then looked at Qi Fangbing with a beautiful appearance and outstanding temperament, and felt a little surprised.

Zhao Zijian said: "You order it, I'm not very familiar with it."

So Qi Fangbing asked Zhao Zijian what he liked to eat. After a few conversations, he roughly understood Zhao Zijian's taste, then calmly ordered some mutton skewers, beer and other things. Finally, he ordered two bowls of duck blood vermicelli soup bosses in the shop to write down one by one, and turned around and left.

This situation is actually more like Qi Fangbing treating guests and entertaining Zhao Zijian.

It was just when night fell that the business here was quite hot, so the things were a little slow, but the two of them talked and laughed, talking about the topic that had been opened up and didn't feel that time was difficult to bear.

When the things came up one by one, Zhao Zijian tasted the duck blood vermicelli soup first, and vaguely found a familiar taste and ate it in the middle. Qi Fangbing's cell phone rang. She ran away to answer the phone. She chatted for two or three minutes before she came back, and her face was flushed.

She looked at Zhao Zijian from time to time, thinking that Zhao Zijian would not help but ask questions curiously. As a result, Zhao Zijian ate and drank beer from beginning to end, and raised his glasses to clink with her, but she didn't even have the meaning of curiosity and asking a question. Qi Fangbing couldn't help but laugh at her in her heart.

Qi Fangbing has been in school for a year and is considered an old student. He is generally familiar with the school inside and outside. He may be a little reserved in front of others, but he can also talk openly to Zhao Zijian.

Zhao Zijian is a very idiot and basically not bragging. After a while, Zhao Zijian's big cup of beer was eaten, and Qi Fangbing's drinks could have a small cup. The topics between the two had already left the library and "Yingkui Luxue Review".

From "If Life Deceives You", Pushkin actually wrote in French, and there are obviously more girls in nearby Qidong Normal University, and many of them are quite beautiful. Zhao Zijian said a lot without realizing it, and even started to talk about topics such as begging at such large food stalls, which are actually very low-level. You should try to sell facial tissues to those who are fucking skewers. The monthly income of 20,000 is not a big problem.

At the beginning, the two of them were talking and laughing, and as they were talking, Qi Fangbing said less and less. He just chewed and picked up snails to eat, while staring at Zhao Zijian intently and listening to his nonsense.

The key is that Zhao Zijian has a lot of reading and has enough experience in life. Many words seem to be bragging at first, but after hearing him say it, you will subconsciously feel that he is not bragging. Even the two money-making ideas he casually said that ordinary people can execute will make Qi Fangbing feel quite executable.

Therefore, as she listened, she became fascinated.

As he was chatting, Zhao Zijian almost subconsciously looked up and shouted: "Lao Nan, where are you hiding Shaoxing Huang? Give me two glasses!" After saying that, he was stunned at first.

No one cared about the guests around him, and the noise was heard, but the boss and the boss lady who were busy there were stunned when they heard this, looked here and was surprised for a moment. The fat man smiled and replied, "Wait a moment, take it for you!"

While talking, he turned around and headed into the store.

Zhao Zijian rubbed his chin and burst into laughter.

Qi Fangbing was quite surprised and asked with a smile: "Do you know this boss?"

Zhao Zijian raised his hand and said, "It's Nan Ji, the boss must be surnamed Nan! I was drinking his duck blood vermicelli soup, which should be the flavor and method of the south. Northerners probably can't make it so light. I guess he might be from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, so I tried to ask, probably because he was right?"

Qi Fangbing was half-believing and half-doubted, and was extremely surprised that he could infer a person's origin in this way?

But Zhao Zijian was a freshman and along the way, he felt that he was not very familiar with the road around him. And according to the boss's reaction, he really guessed it right!

It's nowhere to pick the wrong ones!

And... how many people can drink a bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup from northerners or southerners? This alone made Qi Fangbing subconsciously feel that Zhao Zijian became more and more fascinated and taller.

Judging by the experience she gained from her family education, this at least represents knowledge and experience.

After a while, the chubby shop owner actually came over with a bowl of rice wine and put it on the table, smiling, like Maitreya Buddha, and spoke Mandarin in a standard way. He asked Zhao Zijian, "Hello brother, do we know each other?"

Zhao Zijian smiled, picked up the wine bowl and sniffed it, took a sip, tasted it for a moment, and said with a smile: "Don't you recognize this?"

While speaking, he stood up, reached over and said, "My surname is Zhao, Zhao Zijian."

The fat boss was stunned for a moment, wiped his hands on the apron, reached out his big hand, and held Zhao Zijian, still smiling, saying, "Nan Yuanfeng, just call me Lao Nan from now on, haha. Brother, sit down and use it slowly."

After saying that, he nodded to each other, and he turned back and was still busy.

It was just seven o'clock, and the two of them finished their meals. Zhao Zijian got up to pay the bill. The boss's wife insisted on confiscating the money for the bowl of rice wine. Zhao Zijian didn't insist. She paid the money on her mobile phone. With a slight sense of alcohol, she went back to school with Qi Fangbing.

When she was sent downstairs to the dormitory, he waved his hand, said "see you back", turned around and walked back.

Qi Fangbing stood at the door of the dormitory and stared at his back for a long time.

And it is conceivable that she had already made an appointment with her best friend in the afternoon, but then broke the appointment. She would definitely be attacked when she went back.

Of course, Zhao Zijian didn't know about these things.

With a little drunkenness, he slowly walked back. When he got home, it was around eight o'clock.

The young lady Wu Qianqian finally left.

Standing under the tree in front of the courtyard, he teased Huang Ji for a few words. When he returned to the villa, Luo Xiaozhong was playing games. When he saw Zhao Zijian, he subconsciously wanted to hide his phone. Zhao Zijian was not angry either. He went over and watched him play a plate with a smile, and then turned around to go upstairs.

After finding two rooms, perhaps the movement alarmed Xie Yuqing, she finally called him, "It's in the practice room!" Zhao Zijian then looked for a sound.

She looked as usual, and was surprised to hear the smell of alcohol on Zhao Zijian. She quickly stood up from the mat, came over to smell it, held Zhao Zijian, and said with a smile: "You really went to find Qin Bingxuan to drink? I just showed off in front of her! How much have you... drunk?"

Zhao Zijian hugged her slowly, rubbing the stubble on her chin against her back, and she didn't say anything for a long time.

Half a minute passed, Xie Yuqing pushed him away slowly but firmly, looked at him, with some inquiring expression, then waved his hand and said, "I have discovered a new delicious place, I will take you to eat some other day!"

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