I Just Want to Be a Salted Fish in Peace

　　Zhuang Tong said with a grin: "Hook your fingers, there are beauties who take the initiative to deliver to your door!"

　　After changing their clothes, the two of them held hands and walked out of the room comfortably and leisurely.

　　Lin Xian will not easily disturb the rhythm of his life.

　　Even if it is doing a task, it is still neither rushed nor slow.

　　In his view, enjoying life is more important than anything else.

　　The Chinese restaurant of Shangri-La Hotel, Yangcheng mainly focuses on Cantonese cuisine. The two snuggled together intimately, chatting and laughing to the Summer Palace Chinese restaurant on the second floor!

　　The supper I ate last night was strictly a morning snack, not a dinner.

　　Under the guidance of the waiter, the two took a seat by the window and sat down.

　　Lin Xian handed the menu to Zhuang Tong and motioned her to order.

　　The two of them didn't eat too much, so they ordered three dishes, steamed turbot, chicken with shallots, and Yangcheng's special dishes, a platter of roasted flavors.

　　As for the main dish, Lin Xian didn't ask for rice, but ordered a dry fried beef river.

　　This dish is very simple and can best experience the skills of a Cantonese chef.

　　It is no exaggeration to say that if you want to know how good a Cantonese chef is, just try his dry fried beef.

　　Soon, all three dishes were served.

　　Lin Xian first tasted the steamed turbot.

　　This dish is quite satisfactory, and the ingredients are fresh, and the turbot itself is extremely delicious, so the taste is not bad.

　　What surprised Lin Xian the most was the roasted meat platter.

　　The sauce was great, and it was served with roast goose and barbecued pork, which made Lin Xian a little surprised.

　　The last staple dish, fried beef, disappointed Lin Xian a little. Maybe his expectations were a little high.

　　The taste is ok, but the oil is too much and it will feel greasy after a few bites.

　　This dinner is less than [-] yuan, and the big head is the turbot. In general, the price/performance ratio is not bad.

　　After eating, Zhuang Tong asked with a smile, "Are you going to find someone next?"

　　Lin Xian nodded and said, "Well, let's take a look first."

　　After Tang Ping's description last night, Lin Xian had a hunch that this trip to Yangcheng might be unsuccessful.

　　However, he was not disappointed and still maintained his normal attitude.

　　It's best to complete the task, and it's okay to not complete the task, just take Zhuang Tong to Yangcheng for a tour.

　　When he came to the hotel lobby, Lin Xian sat on the sofa in the leisure area, took out the phone and called Tang Ping.

　　"Mr. Lin, are you awake?"

　　Lin Xian asked, "Where are you now?"

　　"I'm having dinner!"

　　Lin Xian ordered, "Come to Shangri-La Hotel after eating and take me to the place where Liao Jie works."

　　"Okay, Mr. Lin, I'll be there soon!" Tang Ping said and hung up the phone.

　　Half an hour later, Tang Ping walked into the hotel and said apologetically, "Mr. Lin, I'm sorry, there is a traffic jam on the road."

　　"It's okay, let's go!" Lin Xian waved his hand. .

Chapter 128

　　West Street at night is the busiest street in Panyu District.

　　At night, West Street turns into a night market, with stalls lining both sides of the street, and the flow of people is extremely exaggerated.

　　The driver parked the car at the intersection, thinking, "Mr. Lin, the car can't go in!"

　　"fine!"

　　Lin Xian took out a tip of 200 yuan and handed it to him, and ordered, "Go back to the hotel first, and I will inform you to pick me up at that time!"

　　After taking the tip, the driver smiled enthusiastically: "No problem, I will wait for your notification at any time."

　　The three got out of the car and immediately received countless eyes.

　　Taking a glance, Lin Xian raised his eyebrows and said, "Are there so many black people in Yangcheng?"

　　"There are quite a few, especially in Panyu District, you can meet them wherever you go!"

　　Tang Ping nodded and said, "Before more, I heard that there have been repatriations in recent years, but there are still many three-no blacks smuggling to Yangcheng. Citizens report a three-no black, and there is a reward of 500 yuan!"

　　Hearing this, Lin Xian glanced at him and said with a smile, "How many have you reported?"

　　"Hey! Not much, three or four, earn some extra money!" Tang Ping scratched his head, showing a simple and honest smile.

　　This guy……

　　But if it was Lin Xian, it is estimated that he would also report it.

　　This kind of money is so lucrative, and maybe it can be mixed with a medal of three good citizens.

　　Zhuang Tong wondered: "Then how do you tell whether they are black or not?"

　　"There is no need to distinguish, because 95% of the black people in Yangcheng are smuggled! There are actually very few black people who come through formal channels and procedures." Tang Ping explained.

　　Baby, this is too beautiful!

　　While talking, the three of them had come to the front of a convenience store.

　　Pointing to the convenience store, Tang Ping introduced: "Liao Jie works in this convenience store, but he works the night shift and will only appear after 11 o'clock."

　　"Mr. Lin, do you want to go in and find him?"

　　"No, go for a walk first!"

　　Lin Xian waved his hand and took Zhuang Tong to the night market with great interest.

　　The night market sells a variety of things, from pets to clothes.

　　Zhuang Tong bought a selfie stick, and after putting it on his phone, he took Lin Xian and took a lot of photos.

　　In less than an hour, Lin Xian was carrying a lot of things in his hands.

　　These things are not worth a few dollars, but Zhuang Tong seems to like it and says that he wants to buy them back and decorate them at home.

　　Tang Ping followed behind the two, like a dutiful bodyguard.

　　After strolling for a while, Lin Xian led the two into a teahouse.

　　In Yangcheng, there is no shortage of everything, that is, there is no shortage of tea houses.

　　On any street, you can find a tea house.

　　Tea drinking has become a culture of Yangcheng people.In the morning, noon and evening, you can see groups of guests in the teahouse at any time.

　　Order a pot of tea, a few snacks, and a newspaper, and you can spend the whole day comfortably.

　　I have to say that this kind of life rhythm of Yangcheng people is extraordinarily leisurely, which makes Lin Xian feel a sense of intimacy.

　　When drinking tea in a teahouse, chicken feet are almost a must.

　　Lin Xian ordered a pot of Pu'er tea, served with chicken feet, beef bones and shrimp dumplings. The three of them ate and drank, occasionally admiring the night view downstairs, not to mention how comfortable it was.

　　On a slightly chilly night, drinking a cup of Pu-erh tea makes the whole body feel warm.

　　Lin Xian put down his teacup and said with a smile, "How did you find Liao Jie?"

　　"To be honest, the first person I found was not Liao Jie, but the former owner of Ji Rui Building, the owner of the convenience store where Liao Jie worked!" Tang Ping laughed.

　　"Tell me in detail!"

　　Lin Xian was interested and found that the events of the year did not only involve Liao Jie alone.

　　Tang Ping pondered for a moment, and said, "I don't know the specifics, but I found out that Jirui Building changed its owner twenty years ago. to this convenience store.”

　　The well-known big hotel with Rijindoujin closed, disappeared for a while, and ran to open a convenience store?

　　There is a story!

　　For a while, the look of interest in Lin Xian's eyes grew stronger.

　　After pondering for a moment, Lin Xian asked, "How is the business of Jiruilou now?"

　　Tang Ping nodded and said, "Very good. It is said that when you go to Jirui Building for dinner, you need to book at least a week in advance, and it is full almost every day!"

　　Perhaps hype and marketing methods can attract a large number of customers in a short period of time, but the only explanation for maintaining a hot business for 20 years is that the restaurant's dishes are really delicious.

　　It seems that the new boss who took over Jirui Building was not easy!

　　At this moment, Tang Ping suddenly said, "Mr. Lin, he is Liao Jie!"

　　Lin Xian looked in the direction of his fingers, and saw an old man with a shaggy beard and a slovenly figure who walked to a roadside stall and sat down.

　　His hair didn't appear to have been cut in months, and he was wearing a convenience store overalls.

　　If it wasn't for knowing his age, Lin Xian would definitely think that the other party was at least sixty or seventy years old.

　　"Mr. Lin, is it him you are looking for?"

　　Lin Xian shook his head and said, "I'm not sure yet, I'll go down and have a look!"

　　"Let's go together!" Zhuang Tong stood up and agreed.

　　After paying for the tea, the three of Lin Xian walked quickly to the roadside stall.

　　Seeing them, the stall owner immediately said enthusiastically, "What would you like to eat?"

　　"A dry fried beef river!"

　　After all, Lin Xian sat opposite Liao Jie.

　　At this moment, he was eating a seafood chowder noodles with his head down. After two bites, he seemed to feel that something was wrong, so he put down his chopsticks and took out a small bottle of white wine from his pocket.

　　After opening the bottle cap and taking two sips, he continued to eat noodles with his head down.

　　Seeing this, Lin Xian shouted softly, "Master Liao Jie!"