"Then your request is a bit high," Jiang Changxi frowned and said seriously.
"I prepared it for a long time and it's gone just like that," Ling Hong unhappily ate a few mouthfuls of the Drunkard's Peanuts on the table to vent his anger.
"Wait. Why are you venting your anger if you're not happy?" Wuhai blocked the dishes on the table and said protectively.
"Are we still friends? What's wrong with eating some dishes?" Ling Hong unwillingly snatched another fried chili. He chewed and swallowed it angrily.
"Of course not. I just wanted to listen to your sad story and drink with the wine," Wuhai said as if it was a matter of fact, "I can eat two more bowls of rice when I hear you are unhappy."
"Hoho, dream on," Ling Hong glared at Wuhai.
"Indeed. There are too few things that can make you sad. It's a waste of my wine," Wuhai nodded and said in agreement.
"Get lost," Ling Hong waved his hand angrily.
"If you really can't, I can give you an autograph. After all, I am a celebrity," Wuhai suddenly said when he saw Ling Hong's expression.
Of course, when he said that, Wuhai's hand was still protecting the dishes on the table.
"Who wants your dog's autograph? Screw you," Ling Hong rolled his eyes at Wuhai.
"My autograph is very valuable," Wuhai said seriously.
"That's true." It was rare for Jiang Changxi to agree with Wuhai. She remembered that during the Chinese New Year last year, Wuhai was surrounded by a few naughty kids asking for red packets.
Thinking about it, when did Wuhai ever bring money with him? Therefore, he gave each of them an autograph. Then, Jiang Changxi, who was passing by, sold the autographs for the naughty kids.
Then, Jiang Changxi sold the autographs for a huge sum of money and split it 50-50 with the three naughty kids.
One had to admit that Queen Jiang was really free.
"I still don't want it." Ling Hong waved his hand and said discontentedly.
"Don't act like you're snatching food from others by waving your hand." Wu Hai revealed an expression of "I've seen through you" and stared at Ling Hong directly.
"I seem to have treated you to quite a lot of wine. Why are you so stingy?" Ling Hong asked.
"It's your treat, and it's mine. According to my rules, you have to drink more and eat less," Wu Hai said primly.
"…" Ling Hong was completely speechless.
"Haha." Jiang Changxi took a sip of the bamboo liquor and laughed.
The quarrel between Ling Hong, Wuhai, and Jiang Changxi was not surprising to the others, but Mr. Wei could not help but sigh.
"It's good to be young." Mr. Wei gulped down half a glass of beer and sighed.
Mr. Wei's words attracted the attention of Chen Wei who was drinking on the other side.
"You're not old either," Chen Wei said.
"I'm old. I'm already old. My daughter is already so big," Mr. Wei shook his head and said.
"I still don't have a girlfriend," Chen Wei said discontentedly.
"I'm not saying you're old. I'm saying I'm old. I'm already middle-aged," Mr. Wei explained.
"You were already married when you were my age. I don't even have a girlfriend. How old," Chen Wei said.
Just like what Chen Wei said, Mr. Wei was already married when he was Chen Wei's age. After all, he was only a few years older than Chen Wei. No wonder Chen Wei said he wasn't old.
"I feel old because I got married and had a child," Mr. Wei said with a faint smile.
"Fortunately, although I got married, I got divorced again," Jiang Changxi said politely.
"Haha. I forgot about you," Chen Wei said.
"I'm still young anyway," Wuhai shrugged.
The issue of age always resonated with people. The three tables started to discuss the topic of old again. For a moment, Ling Hong didn't feel so sad anymore.
Since the beer was added to Yuan Zhou Pub, the atmosphere became more lively when they drank. They could now clink glasses generously.
Such a lively atmosphere lasted until the end. At this time, everyone basically said goodbye while leaving.
"I'm leaving," Wuhai waved his hand and headed upstairs.
"Do you want me to give you a lift?" Ling Hong looked at Jiang Changxi and asked.
"No need. Someone will pick me up," Jiang Changxi shook her head.
"Okay, I'll send you to the intersection," Ling Hong nodded and said.
"Your designated driver isn't here yet?" Jiang Changxi didn't refuse. She tilted her head and asked.
"Yes, I haven't called him yet. I'll call him when I get to the parking lot," Ling Hong said.
"Do you want me to give you a lift?" Jiang Changxi revealed a smile and said gently.
"No, no, no. I'll go back myself," Ling Hong quickly waved his hand.
"Alright," Jiang Changxi nodded and got on the taxi that had just arrived.
"This Queen Jiang is really something." After being teased, Ling Hong sobered up. He took out his phone and prepared to call the designated driver to take him and his car back.
Just as he took out his phone, however, he saw a car in the shadow of the street.
It was a red tricycle. More importantly, it was heading towards Ling Hong's restaurant. It was presumably someone who was trying to attract business.
"Zi" As soon as the tricycle stopped in front of Ling Hong, he was surprised by the person who opened the car window before he could refuse.
"Grandpa Jia?" Ling Hong looked at Grandpa Jia who was sitting on the seat in surprise.
"Little Ling, are you done drinking?" Grandpa Jia nodded his head and opened the car door, preparing to get off.
"Yes, I just finished drinking." Ling Hong nodded his head.
Now, the conversation between Ling Hong and Grandpa Jia wasn't so awkward anymore. After all, they had talked about their common hobby, basketball, last time.
Therefore, Ling Hong was quite relaxed when he replied to Grandpa Jia.
Grandpa Jia nodded his head and didn't say anything. The two of them didn't speak for a while.
Then, a breeze blew, bringing a bit of coldness. Only then did Ling Hong speak, "Grandpa Jia, why are you still here so late at night?"
It was reasonable for Ling Hong to ask that. People who came here to drink at night would usually be picked up by someone or called a designated driver. Basically, no one would take a tricycle like this.
Moreover, Grandpa Jia had never waited for business here before.
"Oh, right. This is for you." Hearing this question, Grandpa Jia immediately took out a cloth bag and handed it to Ling Hong.
The cloth bag was a kind of merchandise bag. The name of the product, Brownie, was printed on it. It seemed to be the name of a cake shop.
"What's this?" Ling Hong received it subconsciously and asked in puzzlement.
Judging from the feel of it, the thing inside should be a notebook or something. It should be valuable. Otherwise, it wouldn't be specially packed in a cloth bag. However, Ling Hong didn't open it immediately. He was a little confused.
"Look. You'll definitely like it." Grandpa Jia pointed at the thing inside the small cloth bag confidently.
"Okay. Let me have a look." Ling Hong was also very curious. He quickly untied the knots and directly poured out a notebook with a black leather cover.
The notebook wasn't big, about the size of an adult man's palm and as thick as a finger. The word "notebook" was printed on the black leather cover. It seemed to be a good notebook.
The market price was about 30 RMB. Naturally, it couldn't be compared with the price of the 96-year-old FILOFAX loose-leaf notebook produced in the UK that Ling Hong bought.
"Notebook?" Ling Hong looked at Grandpa Jia with puzzlement.
"Open it and have a look." Grandpa Jia smiled and said, "The notebook isn't the key."
With a sound of "Hua La", Ling Hong directly opened the notebook. In the blank space of the title page of the notebook, a line of crooked Chinese characters was written. It looked like a primary school student who had just learned to write.
On it was written: [Wishing Ling Hong drink less and take care of his health]. The last signature was a person that Ling Hong couldn't be more familiar with. It was the English name of Shaquille O 'Neal.
Ling Hong stared with his eyes wide open. The cursive English and the crooked Chinese characters formed a sharp contrast. It was no exaggeration to say that the Chinese characters in kindergartens were much better than this. However, it looked very harmonious. Even if the three dots of ink were far away from the side, it still looked good.
O 'Neal's signature!
Ling Hong looked at the smile on Grandpa Jia's face. Wishing Ling Hong drink less and take care of his health was obviously a wrong sentence. He could totally imagine that O 'Neal didn't even know what he had written. As a fan of O' Neal, Ling Hong knew even better that O 'Neal couldn't write Chinese and didn't understand Chinese.
It was really hard to imagine how this Grandpa Jia did it.
Suddenly, Ling Hong smelled the sweet smell of chocolate left on the notebook from the Brownie bag.
"My sense of smell is really good. Why didn't I feel that the cakes from the Brownie Cake Shop smelled so good before? I'll find a chance to try it." Ling Hong thought inwardly. Now that the notebook was in his hand, it seemed to be much heavier than when he had just received it.
Ling Hong couldn't help asking, "Grandpa Jia, how did you do it?"
"No matter what, I'm your grandpa's class monitor. Grandpa Jia, you have some skills after all." While saying that, Grandpa Jia burst into laughter.
His hearty laughter made Ling Hong also couldn't help laughing.
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