Xicheng

Five or six men surrounded a young man and walked into a restaurant. The guest at the restaurant saw the appearance of the leading young man, and he looked happy and hurried forward to greet him.

"Master Luo, you are here."

The young man, namely Rossi, was wearing a vermilion-red outfit, a belt on his waist, and a hard-soled leather boots. He was very energetic with a strong and symmetrical figure.

He nodded slightly at the guy who came to greet him, thinking that he would indicate, and then said, "Old place, six kilograms of your signature stewed meat, and eight dishes and one soup, plus three jars of Yuhua wine. The dishes are more meaty and the portion is more."

"Okay, please do it in your private room."

The guy responded happily and led Rossi and others to the side of the lobby, the private room where Rossi often went.

On the way, many diners recognized Rossi, the famous Cuju hand in the capital, and went up to meet or nodded. Rossi did not take it slowly and went back one by one.

After a while in the lobby, Rossi and his team came to the private room to sit down.

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"Master Luo is so majestic. You know you wherever you go."

As soon as the few people sat down, there was a short and strong man with dark skin, and he smiled and flattered at Rossi.

Rosie smiled proudly, waved her hand and didn't say anything, but the others next to him would not only let the short and strong man show his face in Rosie, and they all spoke.

"That's, who is our Master Luo? The top player in Taoya Club, and the winner of the Silver Ball Award from the Magazine. Anyone who knows Cuju in the capital will not know the name of Master Luo.

When I went to Chunhua Tower before, I heard a girl in it talking about Mr. Luo?"

A man with a round head stood up and poured Rosie a cup of tea, and said with a flattering smile on his face.

"Look at what you mentioned, can you compare Mr. Luo and the kiln/zi together?"

The young man in gray was sitting on Rossi's right and pointed at Round's head and scolded, then said with a pity.

"But you are right. Since the magazine held the Golden Globe Award, Mr. Luo's reputation has been at its peak in the capital, no worse than those great scholars and actors.

It’s a pity that Mr. Luo defeated Mei Dong for dozens of votes in the end and only got a second silver ball. Otherwise, his reputation would be several levels higher."

"Actually, I have to say that Mr. Luo debuted late and his reputation was a little worse than that of Mei, otherwise this first Golden Globe Award would have been Mr. Luo.

But it's okay. Mei Dong is getting older and older, and probably won't be able to play for a few years. From now on, the capital city's Cuju will be the world of Master Luo."

A thin man diligently moved the brazier in the private room to Rossi, and then expressed his opinion, which attracted several men in the room to agree.

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"Don't talk nonsense. Brother Mei Dong is older and I am my senior. You should be respectful to your words, otherwise it will be unpleasant to spread it."

After Rossi and the others finished speaking, they scolded him indifferently, and the typical attitude was insincere.

Too lazy to pay attention to the men who nodded, Rosie turned her head to a young man with a silver hairband on the left with a loose hair.

"Old Mo, this restaurant is good. The stew inside is awesome. I ate two pounds in winter and I feel hot. I can get out of all the cold air. I don't have to worry about wearing a single dress and going out on the street."

"Is it that evil?"

Mo Qi looked disbelief and questioned: "You kid is afraid that you didn't deliberately go to Dingxianglou to cover me up in this small restaurant because you didn't want to save money."

"Am I such a person? Forget it, I won't argue with you. The stew comes up later. You will know after eating it. If it's not delicious, I'll invite you to Dingxianglou again."

Rossi seemed to be very confident in the stew in these two restaurants. Seeing Mo Qi questioning, he immediately patted his chest and called the ticket to the police.

"You said this." Moqi's eyes lit up.

"I said." Rosie was determined.

The two of them talked and no one dared to interrupt, but they just listened with a smile on their faces.

Mozzy is different from them. They are Rossi's childhood friends and brothers. To put it nicely, they are Rossi's friends with alcohol and meat. To be naughty, they are the idles around Rossi, who like the fun and are surrounded by him and are specializing in flattery and eating and drinking.

It doesn't matter if they joke with Rossi. Today, he specially invited his brother Moqi to dinner and discussed important matters. He just wanted to drink and drink with them.

So, without Rosie speaking, they would not dare to speak casually. If one of the two was disliked, it would be a good day where food and drink can be eaten and drunk from time to time and money.

………

Rossi and the other two chatted for a few words, and the guy also brought two pots of stewed meat, one big and one small.

This stew is worthy of being the signature of this restaurant. When it is placed on the table, it immediately exudes a strong meat fragrance, attracting Rossi and the others directly.

I saw these two pots of stewed meat, with the skin and meat, stewed sour, exuding a tempting aroma. The stewed meat with a bright red color was soaked in the oily soup. The surface was smooth and delicate, trembling and shiny. I couldn't help swallowing my saliva after taking a look.

The dishes are made of flavor, aroma and taste. At least the first two stewed meats are not inferior to any big restaurant in Beijing.

"Try it." Rosie raised her eyebrows at Moqi and took the initiative to hand over the chopsticks.

Mo Qi was not polite, so he took the chopsticks, picked up a large piece of meat and put it in his mouth, chewed it for a few times, and then couldn't help but close his eyes and savor it. After a while, Mo Qi swallowed the meat and gave his own evaluation. "The few special dishes in Dingxianglou."

Rosie smiled happily, with a little bit of pride on her face: "When it comes to eating, the magazine has to ask me to write a food talk."

Moqi, who was busy eating meat, had no time to speak, so he gave him a thumbs up to express his agreement.

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Half an hour later, after drinking and eating, Rossi asked someone to remove the remaining mat. Looking at Moqi who was drinking tea and digesting food, he couldn't help asking.

"Old Mo, I have eaten and drunk wine. I beg you to give me an explanation for this matter.

As the Daqian Super League starts on February 2nd, this is related to this year's Golden Globe Awards. If you come to Taoya Club to help me, our brothers will definitely destroy the Baji Society and win the first Qianchao Championship."

Mo Qi rubbed his stomach that was a little stretched and smiled bitterly: "Lao Luo, it's not that I don't care about my brotherhood, you don't know that the first Qianchao only chose 16 Cuju clubs, and the rest went to play Qianjia, and at the same time, they also made a promotion and downward competition system. The league ended, Qianchao's last two were relegated next year, and the top two were promoted to Qianjia.

Our Huangli Society is already inadequate. If I leave, Huangli Society will definitely be demoted next year. My boss treats me well and I cannot be ungrateful, so I cannot respond to this matter...I can't respond to you."

………

"well."

Seeing Mozzi's resolute words, Rossi sighed: "Forget it, the melon that is so fucked is not sweet. If you don't come, don't come."

Seeing Rossi's loss, Moqi felt unbearable and comforted him: "Brother, it's okay, you Taoya Society's people are strong and strong. As long as you kick it well, you may not be able to kick Eight Kills."

It would be fine if Mo Qi didn't persuade him, but when he persuaded Luo Xi, he even sighed: "You don't know, I received the wind, Mei Dong turned Su Ya from Liwushe to Ba Kill. Once the two of them joined forces, I didn't have the ability to help them, so I couldn't let them knead them."

"What?"

Mo Qi exclaimed: "Su Ya, that Su Biaoya who won the Bronze Ball Award?"

"That's right, Lao Mo, why don't you come and help me, they really won the eight-killing super champions, and I won't have the second Golden Globe Awards at the end of the year." Rossi's face covered with his hands and his voice was depressed.

"This... don't worry, let me think about it..."

Mo Qi looked at his good brother with a discomfort and couldn't bear it. He couldn't help but start a battle between heaven and man. After Rosie's hands that covered him, he looked joy and entanglement with success.

"Brother, don't blame me, I also want our brothers to fight side by side..."
Chapter completed!