Unparalleled Immortal Physician

Zhang Fan stepped up the accelerator, drove on the highway for three hours, and arrived at Shui County.

Unfortunately, the road from the county town to Liujiazhuang, Hanhua's hometown, was washed away by the flood, and the construction team was rushing to repair it. The traffic bureau issued a notice saying that it would not be open to traffic until noon tomorrow at the earliest.

The two had no choice but to find a hotel to stay.

Being bored in the hotel, Zhang Fan suggested to go for a walk in the street to pass the time.

When Hanhua heard about going to the street, her eyes were strange and she was a little reluctant, but she couldn't stand Zhang Fan's request, so she had to agree.

Shui County is a large county, and the county seat is as prosperous as a city. The two walked the streets for three hours and bought some gifts for Han Hua's family.

Walking out of the department store, Zhang Fan looked up his watch, and when it was time for dinner, he asked, "What would you like to eat?"

"I don't have an appetite, I'll eat with you, whatever you want."

There is a "Southern Restaurant" just across the street, and a big sign in front of the door reads: "Today's special dish: Spicy Beef Noodles."

Han Hua was in a bad mood and had no appetite, and eating something spicy could just improve her appetite, so Zhang Fan led Han Hua into the restaurant.

This restaurant has a lot of traffic, customers are full, the high-end decoration and lively popularity make it very popular.

The waiters are all white and slender girls, wearing tight red vests and shorts with hips, looking very energetic. Customers saw that they were drunk before they drank the wine.

The two walked around in the hall, but they couldn't find a seat.

At this time, a waiter led them to a place by the window to wait. An old couple sat down after finishing their meal.

Zhang Fan is not used to spending money lavishly, and Han Hua has no appetite, so the two of them only ordered two bowls of spicy noodles with beef bamboo shoots and two dishes of pickles.

The taste of the beef noodles is really good, especially the fresh shredded bamboo shoots in the noodles, which are crispy but not hard, and have a good taste. The two dishes of pickles are also very appetizing.

After shopping for three hours, Zhang Fan was hungry and started eating.

Hanhua was not in the mood to eat, she just picked up the noodles slowly with the chopsticks and sucked them into her mouth one by one.

Not long after a middle-aged woman next to Hanhua finished eating and left, the waiter led a man over.

"Mr. Shao, I'm really sorry. All the private rooms are booked out. You have to make do with it here." The waiter said politely to the man.

That Mr. Shao sat down abruptly, and said loudly, "The four of us!"

The waiter glanced at Zhang Fan and said, "Young Master Shao, these two guests will be free after eating, there are exactly four seats."

Mr. Shao gave Zhang Fan a sideways look, and seeing that there were only two plates of pickles in front of Zhang Fan, he frowned contemptuously and asked, "Hey, my friend will be here soon, when are you leaving?"

When Zhang Fan heard this, the words were too blunt: Does it depend on your friend when I leave?

"Leave after eating." Zhang Fan snorted, "However, I'm not sure when I'll finish eating. It depends on my mood."

Stung by Zhang Fan's thorny words, Young Master Shao burped visibly, turned to the waiter and said, "I'll order the dishes first, and I'll serve them as soon as my friend arrives."

"What do you want?" The waiter smiled obsequiously and handed over the menu.

For such big customers, the waiters are very flattering, because every time they order a bottle of wine, the waiter will get a "corkage fee" from the winery manufacturer.

Mr. Shao waved his hand, "I'm not short of money! You can figure it out, order twelve dishes for the expensive ones first, two bottles of Moutai, and two dozen cans of beer. I will order the rest after my friend arrives. "

"Okay! Mr. Shao, I'll serve you a glass of pearl dew first, and a plate of cashew nuts, and you will sacrifice your teeth first."

After the waiter finished speaking, he left happily.

Zhang Fan deliberately slowed down the speed of eating noodles, thinking: Mud horse chase me away?Looking for death.

Mr. Shao looked at Zhang Fan for a while, and asked, "Hey, are you working from other places?"

"Yes, although your eyes are small, your eyesight is not bad." Zhang Fan laughed.

Mr. Shao sneered: "You said that it is easy for you to earn some money as a migrant worker? Why do you go to this high-end place to eat a bowl of beef noodles? You can save a lot of money by eating a bowl at a street food stall!"

Zhang Fan smiled again: "Seeing that you don't look like a good person, I didn't expect you to care about people."

Mr. Shao was stabbed again, and simply said: "Let's see it this way, you two are pickled vegetables and noodles, it makes people feel sad. Why don't you stop eating, vacate your seats immediately, and go for a walk outside. Come back in two hours and pack up the table we finished eating."

"Really?" Zhang Fan showed surprise, "Not lying?"

"Isn't it just a table of leftovers? As for me lying to you? If I don't give it to you, I'll just throw it into the slop tank and feed it to pigs."

Zhang Fan shook his head and said with a smile, "No, I don't want your leftovers."

"Why are you so clueless? The bottom of my plate is a hundred times more delicious than your pickled vegetable beef noodles!"

Zhang Fan shook his head again, looked at Mr. Shao for a while, and said slowly: "The ghost knows if you have AIDS! I'm afraid of infection."

Mr. Shao was stunned by the scolding, stared blankly, speechless.

During this period, Han Hua kept her head down deeply and did not move her chopsticks.

Zhang Fan asked with concern: "Hanhua, you can't eat noodles, shall I get you a drink?"

Han Hua shook her head without raising her head.

Mr. Shao turned around and looked at Hanhua, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Liu Hanhua?"

It was only then that Zhang Fan realized that Han Hua had already recognized this Young Master Shao, so he lowered his head for fear that he would recognize him.

Hanhua couldn't hide, so she had to raise her head: "Shao Xiaolong, is it you?"

Her face was full of embarrassment, she glanced at Young Master Shao, immediately avoided his gaze, and looked at Zhang Fan again.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Fan already understood the relationship between the two, and asked with a smile, "Old classmate?"

Hanhua had a complex expression, and nodded slightly.

"Hanhua, who is he?"

Young Master Shao leaned his chair closer to Han Hua, pointed at Zhang Fan and asked.With that expression and tone, Zhang Fan seemed to be an outsider.

"He is Zhang Fan."

Han Hua looked at Zhang Fan affectionately, meaning: Xiao Fan, don't get me wrong.

"It's not important to be called Zhang Fan or Li Fan, I mean him and you"

Master Shao pointed his thumbs together and asked.

"He's my boyfriend."

"Boy friend?"

Mr. Shao's face was pulled down by the elder, as if he was surprised and unconvinced when he heard that a migrant worker who went abroad brought home a foreign model.

"Is he your boyfriend?" Mr. Shao pointed to Zhang Fan, and then to the two plates of pickles on the table, "Your boyfriend treats you to pickles?"

"Hehe, your surname is Shao, pickled vegetables are a good thing," Zhang Fan said with a smile, "I see that your appearance and self-cultivation have strong characteristics of nouveau riche. It is estimated that your father only made a fortune in recent years. When your father was young You also grew up eating pickles, and seeing your poor genetics, I guess your dad might not even be able to eat pickles."