Since 1983

"Nice to meet you."

"Just call me Haiyan."

Xu Fei shook hands with the other party, thinking of some rumors about this man's hobbies in later generations, he couldn't help but feel a little unnatural, so he shook his hand lightly and then let go.

Before Zhu Jiajin came, the three sat and chatted.

This Lu Haiyan used to be a policeman. In 1983, he was transferred to Zhuyuan Hotel to work. The Zhuyuan Hotel is the practice hotel of the Kunlun Hotel, which is the largest enterprise in the public security system.

Not long after he worked in Zhuyuan, he was transferred to Xinhua Company as the director of the enterprise management department. Now, he is the department manager.

Just this year, he published his first novel "Plainclothes Policeman", from which he met Ma Weidu. How else can I say that Lao Ma has a wide range of people, one is that he likes to make friends, and the other is that he is an editor.

In the age of literature boom, the editors of a major publication were great, and Su Tong, Mo Yan, and Yu Hua all had friendships.

Haiyansi is gentle, eloquent, and interested in collecting, so he was invited to accompany him. The three chatted for a while, the door of the private room was pushed open, and Zhu Jiajin walked in unsteadily.

"I kept you guys waiting for a long time... Hey, your kid is here too."

The old gentleman nodded to Xu Fei and said with a smile, "Why didn't this part pass?"

"I haven't confiscated any good things, I'm afraid it will delay your work."

"It's a lie when you hear it, sit down, sit down."

The four of them were seated, the waiter came in to order, and Ma Wei handed over the menu, "We have never been to such a good place, so please give me some pointers."

"Don't dare to take it, let's order one for each person."

He pushed back the menu, and the old horse had to open it to look at it, and said, "Here's a lousy fish fillet."

"Okay." The waiter wrote it down.

Zhu Jiazhen was listening, smiling inexplicably, but said nothing.

Haiyan also flipped through it, and said, "Dry-roasted crucian carp."

Xu Fei finally took it, hey, the price of this dish is really beyond the reach of ordinary people.

In human relations, for example, if a friend is the host and asks everyone to order food, it will not be called too expensive if it is a little deep, but there are also those who are shameless and only pick expensive ones.

He looked at it for a long time before ordering a dish of braised black ginseng with green onions.

The recipe circled around and returned to Zhu Jiajin's hand, without even looking at it, he opened his mouth and asked for three dishes, which happened to be six dishes.

After a while, the dishes were served. The old man didn't look at anything else, he first looked at the bad fish fillet, poked it with his chopsticks, shook his head and said, "This fish is not good, it's not dace."

"..."

The three of them looked like old hats, blinking and asking, "What kind of fish is dace?"

"Inshore fish, produced in Jinmen."

Zhu Jiajin came from the Republic of China. He loves to eat and knows how to eat it. He said: "This dish of fish fillets must be made with dace, and it must be after the beginning of autumn and before the beginning of winter. A half-pound dace should be caught. Except for this It’s about time, and those who call this dish are laymen.”

He took another bite to taste, and even shook his head: "The craftsmanship is not good enough, it's not crisp enough."

Xu Fei grinned. He couldn't compare with these people. He didn't know how to eat fish as crispy in two lifetimes, but he only knew that eating radish was crispy.

When Ma Wei heard this, he couldn't get off the stage, and hurriedly said: "Oh, it's my fault, I don't know how to do it."

"I don't blame you, it's because Fengze Garden failed, so it shouldn't be included in the recipe." Zhu Jiajin laughed.

"Hey, I've been educated today, you really pay attention to people." Haiyan paved a step for him.

"Yes, that's what it means to be really particular." Ma Weidu also nodded.

"I don't think it's particularity, it's the season." Xu Fei said suddenly.

"How do you say that?"

"After the beginning of autumn and before the beginning of winter, the dace has the best taste when it grows to one and a half catties. After the beginning of winter, it may grow to two catties, and the meat quality is not so tender.

To put it bluntly, just three words, eat in time.

Strawberries are on the market, eat strawberries; lychees are on the market, eat lychees; crabs are fat, eat crabs. Outsiders may call it exquisite, but in fact it is in season.

It’s just that some people are rich and can eat whatever they have; some people are poor and can only eat whatever they can afford…”

Hiss!

Lao Ma and Haiyan thought about it, then nodded: "That's the reason."

Zhu Jiajin's eyes also lit up, "Eat in time, this is three seconds! I'll ask Shang Xiyong to engrave a stamp for me when I get back..."

The old man's addiction seemed to be ticked off, and he kept shouting wonderful. Xu Fei blinked, he didn't know who Shang Xiyong was, and he didn't know what was so good about it, so he just said it casually!

And after such a discussion, everyone is interested in bad fish fillets.

Ma Weidu picked up his chopsticks, tasted it and said, "To be honest, it's not very good. It's not as delicious as Wang Shuo's."

"Wang Shuo can cook?" Xu Feiqi asked.

"Why not? He is a second-level cook registered with the Self-employed Association!"

Wang Shuo, second-level cook...

Xu Fei outlined the image of that guy, with a big head and a thick neck... Okay, I believe it.

"In the first two years, he and a buddy called Ye Jing opened a restaurant in Shawo, which was the first batch of Sichuan restaurants in the capital, called Tianfu Restaurant.

The business is very good, and it can go up to three or four hundred a day. As a result, while doing it, Ye Jing felt that it was boring, he didn't do business well, Jing f*ck fought with customers, and smashed it every few days, usually he was the first to strike.

After closing down, Wang Shuo went home and devoted himself to writing novels. "

Lao Ma was talking about ancient times, and Xu Fei was very interesting. Although he knew this group of people in his previous life, knowing was not the same as knowing, and knowing was not the same as understanding.

The four of them ate and drank, and the six dishes were all eaten. Zhu Jiazhen, who was old and had an amazing appetite, probably ate the most.

Ma Weidu has just climbed up to the old man, and he is not yet familiar, so he is a little nervous at the dinner table. Haiyan also squinted his eyes, smiled and didn't say much.

On the contrary, Mr. Xu is the most mellow, neither humble nor overbearing, and can cope with it freely.

After eating, Xu Fei rode back on his bicycle, and after walking for a while, he heard shouts from behind.

Ma Wei seemed to have something to do, so he chased after him in a hurry, and said, "I forgot to tell you, the fifth son, the whole family immigrated, and the house is basically empty, so he just wanted to sell it, what do you want?" It will be cheaper for you to take over."

"Are the procedures complete?"

"There is no title deed."

"Oh, forget it."

"That's right. If you don't want to buy it, I'll help you find a buyer. When I find it, uh..."

"It's okay, I will move out when the time comes, and I have to thank your friend for living in vain for so long."

"That's good, see you later!"

Xu Fei continued to ride back, with a slightly dilated head.

Now most of the houses are allocated by the public, and trading is not allowed, but private housing is allowed.

What is private housing? It means that you can prove that your house was passed down from your ancestors, and you can sell it if all the procedures are complete.

There is nothing in the run-down house I live in, and I don't know why I left it in the first place, so I dare to sell it? He doesn't want to cause trouble, and it won't be clear when the time comes.

………………………

In August, the summer heat in the north gradually disappears, but it is still hot in the south.

Xu Fei received a call from Wang Fulin and went to Jiangnan to join the crew to film the remaining scenes of Jia Yun. He had read Director Wang's schedule, and the rest of Jia Yun's dramas were concentrated in the second half of the year, including Yu Xiaohong, Fengyao Bridge, bribing Sister Feng, borrowing money from her uncle, etc. There were not many in total.

That is to say, by the beginning of next year, I should be able to finish it.

Only after finishing here can I do what I really want to do, but after thinking about it, I really feel a little bit reluctant.