Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

In the evening, the night market was not yet fully lively. Outside the food stall opposite the hotel downstairs, there were a few diners sitting in twos and threes, most of them alone.

Han Yu thought for a while, took Tang Xia and turned around to enter the hotel. After nine o'clock in the evening, the two changed into dirty black clothes and returned to the food stall.

At that time, the night market finally had the appearance of a night market.

The street is brightly lit, and there are all kinds of stalls on both sides, including skewers, pancakes, and wontons cooked with noodles. However, the hottest business is still the food stall that mainly focuses on drinking.

There were a lot of people coming to drink, but Han Yu saw that there was only one young man in his twenties running in and out to greet the guests.

The young man spoke an authentic northern dialect, which was crisp and crisp to the ear, just like the crispness and crispness of the northern men in dealing with people.

"Ayang, open a few more bottles for us!"

There was a table in the corner already drunk, and one of them got up drunkenly with a red face, and waved to the young man named "Ayang".

A Yang made an "OK" gesture after a long distance, and while drilling into the store, he answered—

"Brother, wait a moment, come right away."

The storefront of the food stall is very small, and you can see the furnishings in the house at a glance from the door. Roughly estimated, it is only a dozen square meters in size, half of which is used to pile up beer, and the remaining half is equipped with a simple gas stove. He picked up the pointed peppers on the table next to him and threw them into the pot that kept shaking in his hand.

"Chi-"

When the chili touched the oil, it instantly aroused a choking smell of smoke.

When Ayang came out of the room again, he held two bottles of beer in his left hand and a plate of fried kidney with a strong aroma in his right hand. He passed through the crowd with ease, and after putting down the kidneys for a table of guests, he turned around and took the bottle opener. He smiled and said, "Call me if you need it."

The few men who were drunk clinked glasses with each other, and patted Ayang on the shoulder twice, "No problem!"

The latter raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his nose, shook the rag and walked back, and inadvertently, his eyes caught sight of Han Yu and Tang Xia who were standing aside with nowhere to sit.

"Two?" Ayan asked.

Han Yu nodded slightly.

The business here is indeed surprisingly hot. It is only nine o'clock, which is not the time when the food stalls are busy, but they are already overcrowded, and he and Tang Xia can't find a seat.

"Sit here." Ayang waved to the two, pointing to a small table next to him.

This is not actually a table, but because there are too many guests, a temporary space for wine bottles and appetizers was built with wooden boards. Only two people can sit at most, and the sitting posture may not be very comfortable.

A Yang quickly cleaned up the table, and Ma Liuer said, "What do you two want to eat?"

Han Yu looked at the apparently greasy table, frowned and sat down reluctantly.

Tang Xia didn't care. She put her hands on the table and said with a slight smile, "Anything is fine. You can see what they order, so just serve us a few." She has hardly ever been to a food stall. Habit, the second is because there is no free time.

A Yang was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Han Yu with a silent questioning look in his eyes.

But the boy replied lightly: "Listen to her."

"Then wait a moment," Ayang said briskly, turned around and ran towards the shop, before the people ran far, the voice spread, "Braised pork ribs with kidney and edamame, each one!"

The chef's actions were also quick, and after a short wait, Ayang brought three dishes over, with two beers in the crunch nest.

Tang Xia didn't know much about drinking, so she poured herself half a glass, and after taking a sip, she got a toothache from the cold, and finally pushed it to Han Yu angrily.

The young man held back his smile, raised his head to drink the cup she pushed over, and drank it down in one gulp.

A Yang stopped busy now, leaning against the wall, closest to Tang Xia's table, so he chatted enthusiastically—

"You are not local, are you?"

Han Yu turned his eyes, noncommittal, "I'm here to travel."

"That's what I said," Ayang showed a smug expression, "Your drinking posture, you can't see that we are from the north."

There were wine glasses on the tables, but only Tang Xia's table was used.

Ayang puffed out his chest proudly.

They're talking to each other when they drink! Whoever puts wine in a glass, tsk tsk tsk, will be laughed at!

Tang Xia smiled embarrassedly, thinking that this young man was approachable and familiar.

In fact, it is not difficult for Ayang to judge that Han Yu and Tang Xia are from other provinces and cities. Their looks and accents all have southern characteristics, which are different from themselves.

And maybe it's because they are similar in age, and he loves to chatter, so after going back and forth, Ayang got to know Han Yu and Tang Xia very well.

He ran to the kitchen to move a small bench, holding a beer bottle in his hand, and sat between the two of them, talking nonsense.

Han Yu didn't dislike A Yang, but he was dissatisfied with his seat. He knuckled the table and reminded: "You can sit here with me."

"No, no, no," Ayang quickly waved his hands, misunderstood that Han Yu was concerned about how comfortable he was sitting, and said honestly, "I have to go to work, you two eat."

The food stalls are full of people coming and going, one wave is gone, and a new wave will come again, A Yang is actually very busy.

Han Yu casually asked, "Why is your store doing so well?"

A Yang stopped, turned his head and said seriously: "It's really not the first person to ask this question, and it's really not me bragging. Our store is doing well, and it all depends on brother Xiao."

"Brother Xiao?" Tang Xia and Han Yu looked at each other.

"The boss of our store," A Yang raised his chin, "do you know, there is a story in it."

"Oh?"

Han Yu's curiosity has never been too high, but now for some reason, he really wants to hear a story about a "stranger".

A Yang looked ahead and saw some regular customers. After waving hello, he rushed to the kitchen and yelled the names of a few dishes, then ran back to Han Yu.

"Actually, if our store didn't open here before, the business would not be much better."

After all, the bustling avenue has an advantage in location.

Han Yu shrugged, "And then?"

"Then my brother Xiao brought me here. I still remember that on the first day, I swore to the hotel in front of me that one day I would live in a presidential suite there and eat steak and red wine!"

Tang Xia couldn't hold back, and laughed "puchi", amused by Ayang's funny expression.

"But do you know what awesome things my Brother Xiao said?"

Without waiting for Han Yu and Tang Xia to cooperate with the question, Ayang took it up on his own excitedly, "My brother Xiao said-promise! You should say that one day those people in suits and leather shoes will live in a hotel and eat Western food. Go to our food stall!"

Han Yu was startled, and subconsciously looked behind him.

Behind them were some young men with shiny hairstyles who untied their ties and punched each other.

He seemed to understand something suddenly, and said with a low smile, "You brother Xiao should have already done it." ##### Yesterday, a friend of mine came to say goodbye to me, saying that she would resign at the end of the month and return to her hometown, and would not stay here anymore. Shanghai. It's sad and depressing. Although the Internet is now developed and audio and video can solve the distance problem every minute, it will still be different. Meeting is fate, getting acquainted is even more rare. May we all cherish the beauty in life