Longxing Temple is located in the southeast corner of the city, seven kilometers from the city center. I originally wanted to take a taxi, but Wang Zijun was kind enough to say that taking a taxi was too expensive, so I should just take the bus. As a result, it took more than an hour to get to Longxing Temple.
Outside the temple gate, there are many cars of all sizes parked. Tourists come here in an endless stream. It can't be said that there are huge crowds of people, but at least people's heads are everywhere. Tourists come here for two purposes: one is to pay homage to the ancient cultural relics, and the other is to burn incense and make wishes. The latter is more common.
I looked at my watch, it was almost eleven o'clock, and I hurriedly pulled Wang Zijun towards the south side of the temple gate. I was anxious to get things done in Qumotou. Otherwise, how could I have the nerve to pick a fight in front of her
After walking about fifty meters south, I saw a very conspicuous restaurant on the side of the road. The facade was decorated in a very unique way. The ancient architecture was integrated with modern popular styles. The three golden characters of "Longxingju" were connected in a dragon shape. It looked both grand and elegant. It was obvious that the owner was not an ordinary citizen.
It's called a snack bar. Looking inside from the bright French windows, the store is very spacious and elegantly decorated. Just looking at the furnishings inside from the outside can attract diners. This is a large restaurant! At this time, there were already many customers eating in the store. I didn't see Qu Mo, so Wang Zijun and I pushed the door open and went in.
Immediately, a waitress with an innocent look bowed slightly to us and said, "Welcome, sir!"
Wang Zijun asked with a dark face: "Where is your boss?"
Because he was so handsome, even if he pretended to be fierce, he still looked cute. The little girl was not scared. She smiled and replied in a sweet voice: "The boss is in the kitchen. Can I ask you for something?"
Wang Zijun wanted to say something, but I pulled him back. Why are you yelling at a little girl? It's the boss who offended you, and it's none of the little girl's business. Anyway, we know that this bastard is in the kitchen, so why don't we just go straight to the kitchen
I walked straight towards a door inside. Anyone who has been to a restaurant knows that this door must lead to the bathroom and the kitchen. Oh my god, how did they connect these two places together? The waiter thought we were going to the bathroom, so no one stopped us or asked. After entering this door, the bathroom was directly opposite, and there was a long and narrow corridor on the left. From inside, there was a clanging sound of a spatula hitting a wok. The kitchen must be here.
We walked along the corridor into a room that was as big as two rooms. There were seven or eight people busy inside, some cutting vegetables, some flipping the wok, and the gas stove was making a whirring sound. They were busy and no one noticed us. One of the chefs stood in front of the stove, flipping the wok and shouting, "After you finish cooking this dish, Dayu will take my place. Some of my classmates are coming to entertain them. Today, it's all up to Dayu to cook for lunch."
Wang Zijun immediately pointed at the man and whispered to me: "That's him!"
I could tell without him saying it that this boy was the chef. He was quite tall and handsome, but his face looked greasy from being exposed to oil fumes for a long time. His two big eyes revealed a clever look.
After the boy put the food in the pot on a plate, he took off his apron and turned to go out. When he saw the two of us, he was startled at first, and then he saw Wang Zijun clearly. A sneer appeared on his face, and he said in a mocking tone: "What, are you looking for help?"
"I'm just looking for help. Are you scared?" Wang Zijun immediately responded.
There was a lot of noise in the kitchen, and no one else could hear us talking, and no one noticed that there was already a smell of tension coming from our side.
The boy chuckled and said, "You are in my territory. What am I afraid of? You must have been beaten enough and your skin is itching again!"
I didn't intend to cause trouble. No matter who was right or wrong last night, after all, they beat up Wang Zijun, so I apologized and made peace. Who knew that his attitude was quite discordant? I can't stand this kind of arrogant bastard the most, and I was furious.
"Yes, we are itching..."
Just as I said this, I heard Qu Mo yelling in surprise from behind: "Why are you two here?"