yournovel Chapter 157: Enemies don’t get together
Chapter 157: Enemies don’t get together
Chapter 157: Enemies don’t get together
"Okay." Yu Huan nodded, understanding the situation.
Yade Road is not far from here, right next to Martyrs' Park. It's a few hundred meters long, and the Shandong cuisine restaurant there is very conspicuous in Changsha. You can definitely find it easily without using navigation.
Uncle glanced at Luo Ruiyang's round belly and joked, "Haven't seen you in years, and your belly has gotten bigger and bigger. This restaurant's food should be good enough for a local gourmet like you, right?"
Luo Ruiyang didn't take his uncle's teasing to heart and patted his chest, saying, "Given our relationship, we haven't gotten together for many years, so we'll definitely treat you to the best of our ability, and the food will be absolutely top-notch."
The elevator reached the first floor, where the two groups parted ways.
Luo Ruiyang and Lao Dai went straight to the garage, while Yu Huan accompanied her uncle back to the sales office.
By this time, the sky was gradually darkening, and a light drizzle began to fall. The raindrops, carried by the chilly wind, gently pattered against their faces, bringing a cool sensation that made Yu Huan and her uncle instinctively shrink their necks and quicken their pace.
Amidst their hurried pace, Yu Huan turned to her uncle and asked, "Uncle, how did you come to Xingcheng this time?"
Uncle, standing close to Yu Huan with brisk steps, replied, "A two-and-a-half-hour train ride."
"what?"
Thinking about the travel time, Yu Huan was immediately even more surprised:
"Could it be a green train?"
"What's wrong with the green train? Your generation doesn't understand the sentimentality of the green train." Uncle smiled and showed his big gold teeth: "There are fewer and fewer green trains now. At first, they would come early in the morning, but now there's only one in the afternoon."
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan recalled her memories and found that her impression of the green train was indeed very vague.
In underdeveloped areas, green trains have always existed, but he doesn't seem to have ever ridden one since he can remember.
I never traveled far from home when I was a child, but now I have a private car, high-speed rail, and airplanes.
After a moment's thought, he realized that the round trip from Xingcheng to Wuling would only take four hours, and then said, "Uncle, I can drive you to Wuling then."
Uncle waved his hand and said, "No need. It's just a round trip. You're busy with work, so I might as well call a driver. On the way back, we can take the train again and indulge in some nostalgia."
After a brief conversation, Yu Huan led her uncle and quickly walked towards the BMW parked by the roadside.
After getting into the car, Yu Huan raised her hand to smooth her slightly damp hair, and then turned on the car's air conditioning.
A warm breeze blew out, feeling pleasantly warm on my face.
As the "click" of his uncle fastening his seatbelt rang out, Yu Huan slowly pressed the accelerator.
The BMW smoothly entered the main road. The green light ahead turned red, and Yu Huan inadvertently glanced at the adjacent lane where an imposing Ghost was parked.
The rear window of the Ghost was half open, and you could vaguely see Lao Dai and Luo Ruiyang sitting inside, comfortably smoking.
On the road, the driver usually drives this car, the passenger is the attendant, and the back seats are for the boss, especially the right rear seat, which is reserved for the big boss.
Yu Huan turned to her uncle and pointed to the Ghost, a slight smile playing on her lips: "Uncle, look, your two friends are right next to us."
Hearing this, my uncle leaned forward and glanced curiously out the driver's side window: "Then you might as well go with them."
Yu Huan joked, "Others have Rolls-Royces, I have a BMW. The roads are slippery in the rain, so I don't dare to get too close."
After hearing this, my uncle smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Don't worry, if it's really scratched, I'll pay for the repairs."
"Uh……"
Seeing Yu Huan hesitate, her uncle winked and continued, "Little Yu, I'm very curious, how exactly did you manage to win You Rong's heart?"
Yu Huan turned her head and saw her uncle's curious and gossipy look, and couldn't help but chuckle.
He replied in a teasing tone, "Uncle, you might not believe it, but actually she was the one who pursued me."
The moment he finished speaking, the red light turned green.
Yu Huan immediately released the brake pedal and gently pressed the accelerator. The little BMW drove smoothly and slowly, following the Rolls-Royce Ghost with the Hunan A license plate at a distance.
Uncle shook his head: "I don't believe it. You Rong always has a cold face when she interacts with people, and she can't say a word for a long time, let alone take the initiative to pursue someone."
Yu Huan smiled and said, "Uncle, you don't know this, but she won me over with just a flick of her finger."
"That's somewhat possible." Uncle smiled knowingly. "What do you mean she's pursuing you? I think you two are mutually attracted."
Yu Huan chuckled, then suddenly asked, "Uncle, how's Grandpa doing lately?"
The drizzle outside the window fell densely like fine silk threads. These raindrops gently hit the car window, gathered into droplets, and slowly slid down, leaving streaks of water.
The windshield wipers swung back and forth on the car window, making a rhythmic "swish" sound.
"The situation has improved a lot, and I can eat normally now."
"That's good." Yu Huan nodded.
They exchanged a few words.
Before long, Yu Huan saw the neon sign for "Jin Xuan Lu Cuisine Restaurant".
The restaurant occupies two floors. From the outside, the decor is sophisticated and overall quite upscale; I wonder what the interior is like. Following the Ghost ahead, we slowly passed the toll booth and entered the spacious open-air parking lot.
Luo Ruiyang and Lao Dai had obviously noticed the BMW following behind them and waited briefly in front of the restaurant's revolving door.
Yu Huan raised her umbrella, squeezed close to her uncle under it, and leisurely walked up the steps.
Upon reaching the eaves, Yu Huan stopped and carefully folded her umbrella, while her uncle continued walking to meet up with his old friend.
Old Dai took out a pack of loose Zhonghua cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to Yu Huan, who was carrying an umbrella.
Although Yu Huan had previously said he wouldn't smoke, Lao Dai still offered cigarettes to everyone.
Yu Huan politely declined.
Suddenly, Luo Ruiyang, this nouveau riche, pulled a Vertu phone out of his pocket. With an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth, he answered a call.
The news from the other end of the phone clearly displeased him, and a dark cloud instantly settled over his round face: "What? Someone else used my private room? You're only telling me now?!"
After a moment's hesitation, he continued, "I really like this private room with its Taishan scenery. Do I look like someone who's taken a liking to the Confucius Academy? Can you resolve this? I'll just have a smoke outside, and you can kick them out right now!"
The words fell.
Luo Ruiyang, looking displeased, stuffed his phone back into his shirt pocket.
Old Dai stepped forward and asked, "Old Luo, what happened?"
Luo Ruiyang suppressed his anger and explained, "I had already informed them in advance this afternoon that I would be using this private room tonight, but it was already taken. The restaurant manager told me that the other party arrived very early, saying they would just have a quick meal and leave, but they ended up drinking until now."
“It’s no big deal, we can just eat somewhere else.” Uncle glanced at a Chongqing hot pot restaurant across the street, stroking his chin lightly. “How about we have some hot pot? I really miss the days when we were young and had mutton hot pot every two or three times a week in Beijing.”
As a native of Beijing, Lao Dai smiled and corrected, "Beijing hot pot and Chongqing hot pot are not the same."
"Is the hot pot in Beijing more authentic?" my uncle joked.
Yu Huan chimed in at the same time, "Ordering a clear soup will make it the same."
Hearing their words, Luo Ruiyang's anger gradually subsided.
He took out a lighter from his pocket, shielded his mouth from the wind with his broad palm, lit the cigarette in his mouth, took a deep drag, and exhaled a plume of smoke that drifted away on the breeze.
"You're the ones who insist on eating hot pot instead of a fancy meal, so don't blame me for not being a good host later."
"Let's go, let's go eat hot pot." Old Dai took the lead and started walking.
"Wait a minute!" Luo Ruiyang said abruptly, then smiled with narrowed eyes, "It's not too late to go after I finish this cigarette."
"Hey!" Uncle immediately stepped forward and grabbed one of his arms: "I can't wait any longer, I'm starving."
Seeing this, Lao Dai immediately turned around.
The two men, one on each side, helped Luo Ruiyang down the steps and into the misty drizzle.
Yu Huan, feeling both amused and exasperated, untied her umbrella again, held it up, and followed behind them across the street at the pedestrian crossing.
The two only let go of Luo Ruiyang's arm when they arrived at the entrance of the Bayu Hot Pot restaurant.
Upon arriving at this location, my uncle joked, "Old Luo, you're over fifty now, and your temper is still so explosive? If someone doesn't want to leave, are you going to start a fight?"
"We live in a civilized society now, how can we fight at the drop of a hat? I, Luo Ruiyang, have gotten to where I am today because of my drive." Luo Ruiyang shook his head: "Besides, there aren't many people these days worth rolling up my sleeves and fighting with."
Old Dai's small eyes, hidden beneath his thick eyebrows, narrowed into slits with a smile: "Don't think you're some big shot. If you run into some hothead, a single bump could leave you unable to move for ten days or half a month. At your age, hey! Still want to fight?"
The cigarette dangling from Luo Ruiyang's lips was almost burned out when a bell rang in his pocket.
After taking out his phone and answering the call, he said irritably after hearing what was being said on the other end, "Forget it, my friend couldn't wait any longer because he was starving, so he insisted on dragging me to eat hot pot across the street. Let's just leave it at that."
Say it.
Luo Ruiyang put down his phone, pressed the button to hang up, and put it back in his pocket.
Yu Huan shook the water off his umbrella under the eaves and then fastened it. Judging from his tone, this Shandong restaurant can forget about doing business with Lao Luo in the future.
The four of them filed into the Chongqing hot pot restaurant, where they were greeted by a tantalizing aroma of spicy and numbing flavors.
Forget about welcoming guests; when you first walk in, nobody even acknowledges you.
The restaurant was doing fairly well, with more than half of the seats occupied. The sounds of customers chatting and laughing, clinking bowls and chopsticks, and bubbling hot pots mingled together, creating a somewhat noisy atmosphere.
To the right of the entrance is a rectangular wooden table for four, and to the left is a large round wooden table. Each of these tables has an induction cooker embedded in the middle.
Only after the three big shots had stopped did a woman who looked to be in her forties approach them with a ballpoint pen and a notepad.
Yu Huan didn't stop because he caught a glimpse of Fang Yuting's profile.
The person sitting opposite her, from behind, looked exactly like that beast Zhao Yuan.
He couldn't help but think to himself: Damn it, it's true what they say, enemies are destined to meet.
(End of this chapter)