Neighborhood lover: Come to my bowl!

Mu Qingtian was startled. He forgot what the waitress said just now. "What? What fruit plate?" He asked, staring.

The waitress said, "did you forget? I said just now. The name of our restaurant is from a poem. You answered it."

"Is it Zeng jingcanghai who can't make water?"

"Yes. Congratulations, that's right."

Mu Qingtian smiled and touched his head: "OK. My head remembers such a poem. It was taught by my girlfriend before. By the way, do you know what this poem means?"

The waitress said, "of course I know. It means that what was once is beautiful, and what was lost is valuable. Therefore, we should cherish the present, don't let the good become a memory, and we will regret it at that time. That's what our boss said."

"Your boss... It's strange. I didn't know he had so many literary and artistic cells."

The waitress's eyes brightened: "do you know our boss?"

"I've known him since he was born." Mu Qingtian doesn't want to talk nonsense with the waitress, "go and call your boss out and say his brother is coming."

The waitress's eyes are brighter now.

"You are the boss's brother - then you are president Mu Qingtian mu. It's great that you can come to our shop. It's all an honor."

Mu Qingtian raised his eyelids and swept the waitress. It seems that she is only twenty years old, maybe only eighteen or nine years old. She is exquisite and lovely. I even know who mu qiaoyang's brother is.

Mu Qingtian nodded: "yes, I am Mu Qingtian. You know so much, but I remember your boss is not a talkative person."

"The boss doesn't like to talk. But as an employee, I have to know who the boss is. Well, I'll call the boss now."

When the waitress was about to leave, Mu Qingtian said again.

"Remember to serve me some dishes, some wine and white beer."

The waitress promised and ran away happily.

Before long, mu qiaoyang appeared in front of Mu Qingtian. As he arrived, he had to have several home dishes, and a bottle of Baijiu and two bottles of beer.

MuQing, a chopsticks dish, was sent to his mouth and arrived at a glass of Baijiu. He put it up and tried to pour it into his mouth. Mu qiaoyang suddenly pressed Mu Qingtian's hand.

"Brother, don't drink. The smell of wine in your mouth hasn't dissipated yet."

The smell of wine in his mouth was left last night. I drank a lot last night. Until now, the smell of wine in my mouth has not been cleared.

Mu Qing ignored his brother's advice, and put his hand in a fight, and continued to pour the Baijiu in his mouth. He insisted on drinking, and mu qiaoyang couldn't help it.

Mu qiaoyang couldn't persuade Mu Qingtian, so he had to point to the dishes on the table: "brother, you eat more dishes. If you want to drink, I'll drink with you."

He also poured himself wine and poured it into his stomach. Mu Qingtian's drinking capacity is poor, and mu qiaoyang's drinking capacity is even worse. He swallowed the Baijiu in his stomach and even frowned.

Mu Qingtian suddenly laughed. He reached over and patted mu qiaoyang on the shoulder.

"You are still the same."

Mu qiaoyang also smiled.

"Yes, I think I haven't changed at all."

With that, they were silent again.

The waitress who just led Mu Qingtian in walked past the door of the compartment. When she passed by, she glanced inside. The girl is very clever.

"Was this girl a waiter just now?"

"HMM. I'm here to work part-time. My name is cocoa."

"Lovely can?"

"Yes. Lovely."

"The name matches people very well. It's very cute." Mu Qingtian said faintly. At the same time, he picked up a piece of shredded fish meat with chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

There was another silence between the two.

Mu Qingtian suddenly found another topic: "is your restaurant also Sichuan flavor? It's the same as the one you opened abroad?"

"Not all. Most of them are home-made dishes. After all, people come here not only to eat, but also to recall the lost time."

"There are others." Mu Qingtian acutely pointed out this point, "after all, it is difficult for water to go through the sea."

Mu qiaoyang smiled awkwardly.

"Yes, there are others. This can't hide from your brother."

Mu Qingtian just ate fish flavored shredded meat. Now his mouth was a little spicy. He quickly drank a mouthful of wine and pressed it: "I can't hide it. I don't know much poetry, and you don't know much. Only this sentence can be learned by both of us. Because this poem was taught by the same person."

"It's the Dragon moon." Mu qiaoyang stopped playing charades. "When Long Yue was in high school, she said she liked this poem, especially this sentence. She told you, I was there, and I remembered it."

A bitter smile appeared on mu qiaoyang's face.

"Yes. That's it. I don't remember very clearly. As soon as you say it, I remember."

Mu Qingtian filled himself with wine. At the same time, he also filled mu qiaoyang's cup, pressed it on the table and pushed it slowly.

"Come on. Have a drink. Cheers."

The two raised their glasses and hit each other with a click. Next, they drank it all at once.

Mu Qingtian took another two mouthfuls of food, swallowed it and pressed the wine hard.

"What should I say? Qiao Yang, we haven't sat and talked together for a long time."

"For a long time." Muqiao shook his head, blushed and smiled bitterly, "brother, you were praising my brain just now. I can't remember now. How many years have I not talked to you like this? I really can't remember."

He waved his hand. As a result, the wine glass on the table hit the ground and fell to pieces with a click.

Neither of them moved.

Mu Qingtian said, "it's been a long time."

Mu Qingtian paused, and the conversation suddenly turned.

"Sorry, Qiao Yang, I ignored you from childhood. I thought you were very smart and independent and didn't need my care. So..."

"It's okay. Others need you more than I do. For example, muhuanjiang. For example, Long Yue. And Ruo Liu. You are our eldest brother. Everyone will come to you if they have anything. I was a little angry at first. Later, I figured it out. I don't need my brother's help. I can handle all kinds of problems by myself."

"Yes, you are really good at living independently. You also have ideas in your heart. Moreover, you never discuss with others, just like the Dragon moon..."

Then he mentioned the Dragon moon.

Mu qiaoyang's face was more dignified: "brother, do you hate me?"

"Hate? No." MuQing Angel shook his head vigorously. He is a little drunk now. Originally, this wine can't make people drunk. But it is superimposed with the wine that was drunk last night and has not been consumed in time. It feels terrible.

"Don't you really hate me? I took your fiancee."

Mu qiaoyang made it clear again.

Mu Qingtian laughed and patted on his shoulder.

"How can I hate you? No one in the world will hate you. You are my family. All my life. Don't worry. I won't hate you."

Mu Qingtian glanced at the word "Canghai".

Mu Qingtian said, "I actually had a question as soon as I came in. Your name is Canghai. The Canghai that has experienced Canghai. Who is Canghai to you?"