Chapter 162 Yellow Hair, White Hair (asking for monthly ticket~) "Let's find something to eat first." Du Ruo stood on the street and walked straight to the nearest restaurant. Du Ruo hasn't had a proper meal for so many days. He has been eating barbecue with salt for every meal. Du Ruo is already feeling like vomiting. Now he just wants to eat some rice and something with a stronger flavor. "Boss, is there anything to eat now?" Du Ruo arrived at the door of a restaurant. It was still early and there was a middle-aged couple sitting inside chatting. They seemed to be the boss and his wife. "Sure, young man, come in." The boss was a tall and strong man, sitting there with a big belly. When he saw Du Ruo standing at the door, he waved and motioned for Du Ruo to come in and sit down. "Okay, then please follow the menu. Boss, can you help me charge my phone?" When Du Ruo heard that there was food to eat, a smile appeared on his face unconsciously. He found a large table, put down his backpack, then took out his mobile phone and power bank and went to the front desk to charge them.
"Charging is fine, but the portions in our restaurant are quite generous. You won't be able to finish one portion according to the menu." The boss looked fierce, but he was actually a nice person. He looked Du Ruo up and down and saw that although Du Ruo was clean, his clothes were tattered. He knew that he might be very hungry, so he ordered so much. In addition, Du Ruo had a southern accent, so he was afraid that Du Ruo didn't know the portion size of northern food, so he couldn't help but remind him. "It's okay, boss, go ahead." Du Ruo had already come to the front desk and handed the phone and power bank to the lady boss. Then, as if she had thought of something, she turned to the boss and added: "Boss, I didn't eat enough at my last meal in Heihe. Now I've been hungry for a whole day. Boss, I can eat a cow if you give me one." Du Ruo could have held back at first, but when he arrived at the restaurant and seemed to smell the fragrance of the food, he felt even more uncomfortable and could not help but provoke the boss. "Young man, wait for your meal. I will cook for you now. Wife, serve the side dishes and cold dishes first. There will be plenty of rice. Hurry up and don't let the young man go hungry." When the boss heard what Du Ruo said, it was like hearing a battle horn. He became excited, took out his chef's robe and put it on, and called the boss's wife to start working. "These are free. Eat them first. The food will be here soon." After a while, the proprietress brought up smashed cucumbers, pickled vegetables, peanuts and so on. Du Ruo didn’t quite understand what pickled vegetables meant before, but now that he saw it, he just picked it up and started eating it like a rabbit seeing a carrot. The soul of pickled vegetables lies in the dipping sauce, and in Northeast China, preparing a bowl of delicious dipping sauce is definitely the most basic thing. Anyway, Du Ruo hasn't eaten vegetables for a long time, and his mouth has no taste, so it feels so good to eat vegetables with sauce. With a "crunch, crunch" sound, Du Ruo finished the whole basket of pickled vegetables in one gulp. "Eh? You like this? I'll bring you another plate. The food will be ready soon." The proprietress was carrying out a bucket of freshly steamed rice. When she saw the empty bowl of pickled vegetables, she looked a little surprised, but mostly smiling. Then she turned around and walked quickly towards the kitchen. As soon as a dish is cooked, the proprietress will serve it out immediately. There are braised pork ribs, sweet and sour pork, dried tofu with hot peppers, pork ribs stewed with beans, three fresh vegetables, and braised pork slices. Each plate is very big in portion. But every time the food was served, Du Ruo would quickly finish it all. Not only the dishes were eaten up, but also buckets of rice. "Brother, eat slowly, don't burn yourself." The proprietress brought out a plate of sweet potato shreds and saw that Du Ruo didn't even touch the cold water, but just picked up a piece with chopsticks and put it in his mouth. She couldn't help but remind him that the thing was fresh out of the pot, and anyone who had eaten it knew how hot it was. "It's okay, I'm thick-skinned, Madam Boss, please ask the boss to give me some soup, it's a bit dry."
Du Ruo looked indifferent. If he swallowed the water raw, Du Ruo might have some concerns about scalding his esophagus, but for this, it didn't matter. "Okay, come right away." The proprietress confirmed that Du Ruo was okay, then trotted towards the kitchen. "How is it? Is it enough? Is the young man full?" The boss's spatula was almost smoking and both stoves were on full blast. When he saw the boss's wife come in, he wiped his face with a towel before asking. "Cook faster, or the food will be gone as soon as it's served. Make some soup later. Is the chicken and mushroom stew ready? That brother must be starving." The proprietress didn't even have time to talk to the boss. She just picked up the dishes and walked out, not forgetting to give some instructions before leaving. "Then you better be careful and don't get too full." When the boss heard this, he didn't even bother to drink a sip of water and continued cooking. Du Ruo didn't slow down until he had finished two small buckets of rice and seven or eight dishes. This also made the proprietress feel relieved. She had been watching Du Ruo eat, worried that Du Ruo's face looked strange, or that he had eaten too much and choked. Du Ruo enjoyed the meal, but the boss was scared. It is said that restaurant owners are not afraid of big eaters, but this is the first time they have encountered such a big eater in their many years of running the restaurant. "Little brother, how is it? Is the food okay?" The boss came out of the kitchen, sweating profusely, holding a pot of food in his hands. He put it in front of Du Ruo. Looking at the pile of empty plates on the table, he couldn't help wiping his sweat again. "The boss's cooking skills are excellent. The meal was delicious." While Du Ruo was talking, he was too lazy to get some soup. He picked up the large bowl of soup on the table and drank it all in one gulp without caring whether it was hot or not. Seeing this scene, the boss couldn't help but twitch his mouth. Almost subconsciously, the boss and the boss's wife both looked at Du Ruo's abdomen. The tiger had cut several holes in Du Ruo's clothes on the abdomen. Through the cuts, one could see that Du Ruo's abdomen was only slightly bulging, and there was no bulge like that of others when they were full. "It's good that you're full. It's okay if you can't finish these dishes. I can pack them up for you." In fact, not only Du Ruo enjoyed the meal, the boss also enjoyed cooking. It had been a long time since he had cooked so happily. However, seeing that Du Ruo still had two dishes in front of him, the boss did not dare to let Du Ruo continue eating, and quickly asked the boss's wife to help pack up. "No, no, I can finish it. Please help me get another half bucket of rice, boss's wife." However, in Du Ruo's opinion, there is no need to pack up. With his stomach's incredible digestive ability, he can digest the food while eating and then transport it to various parts of the body, so there is no possibility of overeating. The proprietress and the boss watched as Du Ruo finished all the remaining dishes. "I'm full and feel good. Boss, how much is it?" After Du Ruo finished eating, he leaned back in his chair, sighed comfortably, and then asked the boss. "It's okay, little brother. Forget about the money. Everyone has difficulties. Take a rest. I'll pack you some food later. By the way, I haven't asked you where you are from or where you are going." The boss waved his hand very generously. He thought Du Ruo had encountered an accident or difficulty, otherwise he would not be so ragged and look like he had not eaten for a long time. "Haha, I still have to pay. I'm just out hiking. My phone is out of battery, so I still have some money." Du Ruo laughed. This big brother from the north was generous, hospitable and helpful. If you asked for help when you encountered difficulties, they would really help.
However, Du Ruo didn't mind this, and finally paid the bill with cash, then walked out of the restaurant with his almost charged phone and power bank. Perhaps because he was full, or perhaps because he was infected by the enthusiasm and generosity of the boss and the boss's wife, Du Ruo was in a good mood as he walked on the street. As he walked, he looked around curiously. By the way, I bought two new sets of clothes in a store and put them in my backpack, then started looking for a place to take a bath on the street. "Business Club, bathing, soaking, steaming, scrubbing, accommodation, this place is good, come and experience it." While walking on the road, Du Ruo saw a luxuriously decorated club. He immediately stopped and walked towards the club. Du Ruo has long been famous for the bathing culture in the north, and today is a good opportunity to experience it. "Brother, are you here alone? Are there any members? Do you want to apply for a card? There are discounts for applying for a card." Du Ruo had just walked to the door and was looking around at the decoration inside when a young man came over, invited Du Ruo in with a smile on his face, led Du Ruo to the front desk, and sold membership to her. "No need to apply for a card, how much do you charge here?" Du Ruo followed him to the front desk and refused to apply for a card. "Adults pay 348 for a package, which runs until tomorrow noon. You can experience all the activities there, and you can also eat three buffet meals." The one who was speaking was a girl at the front desk, and the guy next to her was still telling Du Ruo about card recharge discounts and the like. "Then get a ticket." Du Ruo took out cash to pay the bill. His phone was not fully charged yet. Du Ruo was too lazy to charge his phone and decided to charge it after taking a nice bath. "Come on, brother, I'll take you upstairs." The guy next to her obviously did not give up. He took Du Ruo upstairs and planned to take her for a walk. "Bang! Damn it, am I bothering you here? Stop meddling in other people's business." As soon as Du Ruo walked down the stairs to the second-floor hall, he heard the sound of things being smashed, and also heard someone yelling and cursing in anger. "Hehe, I like to see you wanting to hit me but being helpless." At this time, another person's voice sounded, with a somewhat arrogant tone. At this time, Du Ruo and the young man had already gone upstairs, and Du Ruo could see the situation in the hall clearly. A yellow-haired young man was standing in the hall in a bathrobe, with a smashed cup at his feet. Opposite him was also a young man, and behind him there were a few people with their arms crossed. The yellow-haired young man just looked like a gangster. This person is even more abstract, with hair dyed white, wearing a white suit, earrings in his ears, and a cigarette in his mouth. What is particularly eye-catching are the two flower tattoos on his hands. And I don’t know if it’s because he watched too many TV dramas, but he stood there with his neck stretched out and his head shaking in a very deliberate manner. At first glance, he looks like the gangster in some TV drama who shouts, "Boss, no shrimps." Of course, if you look closely, you will find that this white-haired young man looks very ordinary. He loses that neurotic vibe and instead looks like a clown. "I'm telling you, forget about that demolition project. I won't give it to you." Huangmaoqing gritted his teeth and stared at Baimao.
"Then wait, I will come to you again until you agree." The white-haired man gently patted the yellow-haired man's face with his hand, completely ignoring the yellow-haired man's red eyes. What was even more hateful was that when he spoke, he moved his face closer and stretched his neck so long that it seemed as if he had arrogance engraved on his face. "Brother, let's leave quickly to avoid being affected." At this time, the young man next to Du Ruo lowered his head, whispered something to Du Ruo, then pulled Du Ruo along the wall and walked quickly to the side. "Who are those two? They smashed things here, and you don't do anything about it?" After leaving the hall, there was a public bathhouse. Du Ruo could still hear the sound of the yellow-haired man smashing things in the hall behind him, and could not help but ask about the young man who was leading the way. "Manage? How can we manage it? Even if we smash everything here, our boss will come and just bow his head and say it's a good thing to smash it." The young man subconsciously looked around and then spoke to Du Ruo in a low voice. Everyone, tomorrow is the end of the month. If you don’t vote for the monthly ticket, it will expire. If you have a ticket, please vote. Thank you very much!!! (End of this chapter)