Chapter 112 Kebabs
Jiang Yang was stunned for a moment.
Sir, don’t you bring money when you invite people to dinner?
He reminded the uncle, “You can scan the QR code to pay.”
The uncle said he was old and didn’t understand much about this. “I don’t have any money on my mobile phone either.”
Jiang Yang was convinced, "You are really an uncle."
When they arrived at the store, the uncle was very angry and said, "Two portions of fried liver!"
Jiang Yang paid the bill, and the uncle told Jiang Yang, "I will treat you next time."
Jiang Yang looked at the fried liver brought by the clerk and didn't know what to do with it for a while.
The uncle felt very happy when he ate it. He blew on it, and when it was no longer hot, he snorted and drank half a bowl. Jiang Yang saw that it tasted delicious and tried to take a bite. The strange smell mixed with the smell of garlic seeped into his throat. , not to Jiangyang’s taste.
“Can’t waste.”
The uncle passed Jiang Yang’s bowl and finished everything.
Jiang Yang suspected that the uncle deliberately asked him to come to invite him to dinner. He was worthy of being the actor's father.
The uncle blinked innocently, "It's not my fault. You just want to tell me whether this breakfast is authentic or not, right?"
Jiang Yang had nothing to say, it was so authentic.
He had better make some other breakfast for himself and his wife when he goes back.
He looked around boredly and suddenly saw the uncle's birdcage. The entire cage wire was made of thin and straight bamboo branches. The bamboo material was refined. The cage wire was thin and evenly spaced. There were four blue and white bird food jars inside the cage. The cage hook is made of alloy copper and is in the shape of a bamboo knot. It has gentle corners and smooth lines. Jiang Yang especially likes the wooden work of a blue bird. Although it is small, it is lifelike.
“Sir, your birdcage is so beautiful.”
“It looks good.”
The uncle is proud.
He said it was specially made for him by an old friend of the Peking Opera Troupe. His old friend worked as a prop master in a Peking Opera troupe. Now that he has retired, he started playing with these gadgets. He also made a set of miniature models of the Forbidden City. The next step is to bring the eight wonders of the world to his home.
Jiang Yang asked the uncle, "When will we get to know each other?"
He also wanted to ask someone to do something.
He plays Lego very well, but some scenes cannot be restored and are not realistic enough, and it is impossible for Lego in this world to match certain works in another world. He couldn't have a headache every time he thought of something.
For the sake of fried liver, the uncle said, "That's all right now. Let's take a stroll over there?"
Jiang Yang asked him where he was.
He said it was in Nancheng.
“Sir, you’ve gone far enough for a stroll.”
Jiang Yang said no, he had to go back to make breakfast for his family.
The uncle is impatient, "We have to repay the kindness of these fried livers. You go back later and prepare food for your wife first. I will wait for your news. Let's finish our work and go. I will take you to eat the most authentic hotpot at noon." mutton."
Jiang Yang hesitated and left his beautiful wife to accompany the old man to eat mutton-boiled meat. He was somewhat seriously ill. Forget it, if you are sick, you are sick. His family had an inspiration yesterday, and they are creating today, and they have become aloof.
He made an agreement with his uncle, "How to contact your uncle?"
The uncle took out his mobile phone and said, "Come on, I'll scan your friends."
Jiang Yang took out his phone and asked him to scan it. When he finished scanning, he suddenly came back to his senses and said, "Didn't you scan the code?"
“I’ll invite you to take the subway later!”
The uncle stood up proudly. The reason why he couldn't swipe his card was because as soon as he swiped his card, his son knew that he was eating fried liver again. Fried liver has high cholesterol and his blood lipids are high now, so his son wouldn't let him eat it.
“If he finds out about this, he will be nagging him all day long when he goes back.”
The uncle doesn’t mind telling Jiang Yang a secret. His son, the actor, is a talker. He can talk all day without rest.
Jiang Yang turned on the recording and said, "Uncle, say it again."
The uncle walked forward.
Jiang Yang went to a breakfast shop and bought two breakfasts, then returned home and put them on the dining table.
Li Qingning is not in the room, but in the soundproof room.
This is a small movement she often makes when she is thinking, which is to knock something. This drum set is undoubtedly the most suitable. She was still turning her drumsticks, just like turning her pen when she was thinking. It was obvious that she had not found any suitable inspiration other than yesterday's melody.
Jiang Yang was quite inspired by her outfit. She wore his white shirt on the upper body and hot pants on the lower body. Her hair was tied into a ponytail casually and loosely.
Jiang Yang walked over and said, "A great talented woman also has a day when her brain gets stuck?"
“It’s all your fault!”
Li Qingning threw away the drumstick and said, "I'm hungry, and I don't have enough energy for mental thinking."
She jumped on Jiang Yang and asked Jiang Yang to carry her to the kitchen. She was too hungry to walk. When Jiang Yang carried her, she suddenly had inspiration again and asked Jiang Yang to go to the soundproof room to get the sheet music. .
After Jiang Yang left, Li Qingning stretched himself and said, "I just said there is something missing, the sweet taste of love."
After Jiang Yang brought her music score, she lay on the dining table and started writing.
Jiang Yang asked her to take a sip of milk and told her to go out with her uncle later.
Li Qingning said without raising her head, "I have given my permission."
Jiang Yang tore off a piece of bread and fed it to her, "When will the king turn over my cards?"
Li Qingning raised his head and thought for a moment, "Now?"
Jiangyang still doesn’t need it.
He cleaned up, told Li Qingning that he would be back to cook at noon, and went downstairs.
The house became quiet, leaving Li Qingning behind. The summer draft blew through the hall, which was the sweet longing for the sweetheart to appear in the summer afternoon.
She picked up her pen again...
Wearing a hat and a mask, Jiang Yang took the subway with his uncle. The uncle invited them, so they got off the train once. When they arrived in Nancheng, after getting out of the subway, they took Jiang Yang and plunged into an alley.
The alley in front is still decent, but once you go down the steps and enter a one-meter-wide alley with illegally renovated houses on both sides, it becomes completely different. If you encounter someone riding an electric bike, you have to hide against the wall. .
The uncle knows a lot about this place and knows most of the people who pass by.
“Master Men’er, you’re back.”
“Master Men’er, if you don’t enjoy happiness with your son, why are you coming back?”
Honestly, my name is Wang Men.
Uncle Wang talked to each other one by one and told Jiang Yang that although this place is dilapidated, it is just like the slums abroad. It is rich here and every inch of land is expensive. The developers cannot afford to demolish it, so they have left it until now. "Before entering the new world, this place was a stinking ditch. Later, when we entered the new world, the stinking ditch was covered with roads. Now the stinking ditch is under our feet," the uncle said.
The house assigned to their troupe is right here.
He has lived here for decades. He can find the door of his house with his eyes closed, and he can tell who it is by hearing the footsteps. But it doesn’t work anymore. Most of the people living here now are tenants and old residents who still stay here. His old friend is a typical example. He has worked in a Peking Opera troupe all his life. His son said cross talk, “There is no profit.”
Crosstalk in this world has really not improved much. There has never been a great legend like Mr. Wang, a martial artist, an archaeologist, an old Western medicine doctor, a gynecologist, and the chairman of Bada Hutong. The industry relies entirely on the Spring Festival Gala to make its presence felt.
After a while, they arrived in front of a small courtyard. There was a lot of wood placed behind the door. After entering the small courtyard, the aroma of barbecue hit their nostrils. A middle-aged man squatted there fanning a charcoal fire and grilling mutton skewers. Woolen cloth.
This middle-aged man looks like an honest man, and he looks like a doormat.
The uncle was puzzled: "David, why are you grilling mutton kebabs so early in the morning?"
“Uncle Wang is here.”
David rubbed Xun’s eyes that couldn’t bear it, “My dad is at home.”
Jiang Yang knew who this was, and probably also knew why he said the cross talk was not profitable.
With the way he looks, he certainly doesn’t look like someone who is funny, and he looks like an honest and honest doormat when he praises him. If he dares to tease someone, the audience will probably shout: “Isn’t this bullying an honest person?”
Uncle Wang asked him what he was going to do.
David planned to sell kebabs. He thought it would be good to sell kebabs outside the alley.
Uncle Wang was surprised: “Didn’t you hear your dad say you started a business last time I came here, selling kebabs?”
Jiang Yang also wanted to say, are these people who talk about cross talk crossing the line to selling skewers?
It’s too curly.
David said, Sir, your causal relationship is wrong.
He started a business and then sold kebabs.
Jiang Yang wanted to laugh, he looked like a cross talk actor.
(End of this chapter)