Johnson Chan was stunned, and patted the other party on the shoulder with a smile, without saying a word. Wang Kuan glared at him and scolded: "Go your fat man, Brother Zhuang has billions of dollars, cares about your little money?"

"They can sit here, all my brothers. When SCC first started, it was a bullshit. In order to find a member, I once knocked on the window of the supercar when I saw a supercar, and I was rude in the sales club."

"Later, everyone felt it was very fun and joined one after another. Only when our SCC was today, we started to become awesome."

Light a cigarette, pointing to the outside, and whispered: "Those guys are all sluts, they are armed with their backs and they run faster than rabbits when they have any problems!"

"There are you still a dozen brothers who can be counted on?"

After saying that, he slapped Johnson's hand and said sincerely: "The road is far away and the horsepower is seen, and people's hearts are seen over time. From now on, everyone often gathers to make friends with cars, eat and drink. Whoever likes the eyes is the brothers, and nods when they meet or not!"

After saying that, Lao Tan was the first to walk in front of him and stretched out his hand and said, "That's right, meeting is fate. There are not so many channels. They are all about investment and communicate more in the future."

Johnson smiled and shook his hands, Xiaopang came over again and said with a compliment: "Brother, your hands are itchy, where is the car key?"

Wang Kuan kicked up and cursed: "Get out, I haven't gotten it yet, go to line up behind!"

The prince extinguished the cigarette and curled his lips and said, "Kuanzi, aren't you always awesome in the way of rogue?"

"Let's have a walk today and let you see how hard ONE77 is!"

"Do you, are you afraid you won't do it?"

"I'm talking so much nonsense, see you on the track!"

Johnson Chan had no choice but to be pulled to the parking lot and handed the key to Wang Kuan. He asked them to go to the battle stand, and everyone went to the viewing platform to look forward to whether Aston Martin was awesome or Ferrari was tougher.

Qiqi leaned against Johnson, with a nervous face and whispered: "Brother, that's Rafa, more than 40 million..."

Johnson laughed and patted the girl's hand, saying, "It's all friends, it doesn't matter."

Domineering!

Qiqi's eyes shine. She is the real tycoon. She is full of heart. She is as if she is holding a diamond thigh. She feels the envy, jealousy and hatred of all kinds of charming bastards from all directions. She is definitely at the peak of her life.

Johnson watched the red and white speeding in the track. Anyway, seven years of free maintenance and repairs were rare for someone to help warm the car, it didn't matter.

Maybe Wang Kuan was better at his skills and won the game with a slight advantage. He stood up with a prince's face and was whispering. Finally, he finally admitted that Ferrari was still Aston's second uncle.

Wang Kuan blushed, pulled Johnson and shouted: "I'm happy today. Brothers, don't leave. I'll treat you to the barbecue season in the evening!"

Everyone agreed, and forty or fifty supercars rushed into the city, attracting crowds of passers-by. Johnson set out the second to last, behind Xia Long and Xia Tiger.

Qiqi smiled brightly and kept posting to her Moments, showing off her various things. Johnson ignored her and warned her not to post her own face, and she was casual.

When I came to Shichahai, Xicheng, the barbecue Ji was originally named Luquanju. The owner's surname was Ji, commonly known as Barbecue Ji. It was also an old shop. In the old days, there were three major barbecue products in Beijing: Barbecue Wan, Barbecue Ji and Barbecue King.

Now only Barbecue Wanhe Barbecue Season still maintains the traditional advantages of the time-honored brand and has become a well-known halal specialty restaurant at home and abroad.

The golden location is Yinding Viewing Mountain, one of the eight scenic spots in Yanjing. Facing a wave of clear water, looking at the sunset of the west mountain from afar, and savoring barbecue is really a good place.

Originally, Johnson Son-in-law wanted to come and try it, but he happened to have a chance, so he didn't refuse. He finally parked the car, but although many people left halfway, he finally sat in five private rooms, and the others sat together with Wang Kuan in groups.

There are a few acquaintances I just introduced, plus the vase beside me. On the left is Wang Kuan. The fat man originally wanted to come over, but was knocked away by Lao Tan and sat directly on the right.

"Lao Ji, there are many people today, so it's still the same rule. Let me settle the score!"

Wang Kuan volunteered to order the dishes, and it seemed that he had visited many visitors. He asked the waiter to bring two boxes of beer and smiled at Johnson Chan and said, "These bastards often come here. Today is mainly to entertain you, Brother Zhuang. How about not returning without getting drunk?"

Johnson picked up a bottle of beer and filled the wine glass with a smile. Although he didn't drink it often, he was very angry. Who is afraid of whom?

A few people first touched a cup, and Wang Kuan smiled and said, "The barbecue here has been fragrant for a hundred years, and it is very particular about making. Only two-year-old sheep are selected, and the tenderest parts such as the upper brain and hind legs are selected. Clean the fascia and cut it into even thin slices."

"Immerse it in soy sauce, ginger juice, vinegar and other seasonings to make it taste, add shredded green onion, coriander and then roast it. The lamb contains slurry and is as tender as tofu, with a strong mellow flavor, full of aroma, and is very satisfying!"

"I came early today, so I asked Lao Ji to stay in this private room. It's boring to eat in literature. How about we have some martial arts?"

Johnson Chan's eyes lit up. The so-called "Wen" means that the master roasted the meat and delivered it to him, and he would finish it. Wu's" means that he had to do it himself. Everyone gathered around a large iron plate with firewood underneath and roasted the meat with his own hands.

I decided to be unfamiliar and gentle. When I was eating, I held the soju with one hand and the long chopsticks provided by the store. The roasted meat was put into a small bowl. Isn’t it a great pleasure to have a sip of wine and meat when I ate it?

Especially when it snows in winter, it is snowing outside the house and the house is steaming hot. Whether it is a prince or an actor, it is treated equally regardless of the status of the people.

Soon, more than a dozen plates of raw meat were served on the table, and the prince ordered: "Don't be idle, go barbecue first, don't hinder me from chatting!"

Qiqi was a little unwilling to do so. She finally had the opportunity to get close to Johnson. She didn't even dare to say anything when she saw other long legs, so she could only join the barbecue army obediently.

Johnson Chan laughed silently, looking at the embarrassment of the goddesses in the otakus' hearts, and sighed secretly, which was like a waste of food.

Seeing that Qiqi was clumsy, she couldn't help but reminded her: "Put soy sauce, sesame oil, cooking wine, a lot of coriander, add a little more water..."

"Yes, put it on the roasted sprout and leave a small gap between the iron bars, and the smoke of firewood can penetrate through the gap..."

"Write six paths of wood to turn it over, heat it evenly, then fill the soup and braised meat scraps into the cracks to increase the burnt aroma..."

After a few long legs finally got to know each other slowly, Johnson Seng-Cheng breathed a sigh of relief. He turned around and saw the other people's faces strangely, and said casually: "I like to eat them normally, so I understand a little."

Prince Ting curled his lips and said disdainfully: "Forget it, these girls can only lie down and spread their legs, and at most they have a more flexible tongue. What else can they expect?"

Everyone laughed, and Qiqi could only pretend not to hear it. She heard that the rich man liked to eat, so she immediately went all out, hoping to win a good impression.

Johnson SC Johnson shook his head. This should be the daily life of the rich second generation. It is not easy to maintain the original intention and dignity under the turmoil of material desires?

He said casually: "The meat is produced in the west mouth, two and a half years old, castrated bulls or dairy cows that have only given birth to one child. Only use the brain, Shangtou tenderloin and other fresh places. A special steel knife about a foot long, cut the meat into willow leaves, and a catty of about 150 pieces are produced."

"The fuel should be made of pine branches or pine towers. The iron bars should be regular. The seams are neither big nor small. If the big ones are oily, the small ones will be unblocked. Just like antique patina, the longer the roasted pork, the stronger the meat smell, and every drop is like the unique style of the old capital."

"I was invited by someone to barbecue Qi Baishi, and Mr. Qi smiled and said: Where can I chew my teeth? The other party said: It is because you can chew that I went to eat barbecue."

"Then another sentence: The meat is tender like tofu. Old Qi didn't believe it. When he came here, his unique flavor really made Old Baishi praise him repeatedly."

"When the boss saw that Mr. Qi was in high spirits, he took the opportunity to ask him to write a plaque. After the meal, he brought the rice paper and Mr. Qi picked up his pen to write a book. He just wrote a bell and baked word "a cauldron."

"Suddenly stopped writing, thought for a while, and then put a small line of characters underneath: There is no such word baked in the bell and tripod, but this was made up by Qi Huang. After writing, he threw the pen and laughed and rushed away excitedly. I see that the word baked in the store now is still hanging in the store."

After hearing this, the others looked at each other, and Wang Kuan raised his thumb and said, "Good guy, you are better than us, you are awesome!"

Johnson waved his hand and suggested: "Since you are a martial arts master, you should find two experienced masters as assistants. It is rare to come here. I really want to taste the so-called old, tender, burnt, paste, sweet, salty, spicy, and embrace the moon in my arms."

"Okay, that person in white, go and call two masters to come in and help!"

The long-legged men were relieved and quickly found a barbecue master, and finally they could continue to be a vase. The two masters came in and sent a white towel each first. The room would be too hot later, so it would be enough to wipe the sweat.

The meat is the beef on the brain, and the thickness is even. Remove the fascia, tighten the compacted meat slices and add seasonings to marinate for a while.

Then mix with shredded green onion, coriander, etc., spread it on the roasted pork with rosin, and hold a special long wooden chopstick, which is called Liudaomu. Start to turn and roast, and the meat is fragrant.

When the meat changes color slightly, add scallion and coriander, and the person stands up, sweats, and just puts sugar garlic, melon strips, chili oil. Finally, I drink a big sip of beer. That feeling...

The master spreads the meat into a circle, beats an egg in the middle, and condenses it into one, so-called embracing the moon in his arms.

Paired with a unique thousand-layer sesame cake, eat meat in large pieces, drink wine in large bowls, it’s great!

After drinking and eating, everyone left one after another. Wang Kuan pulled Johnson into a group of friends, and a small circle of more than a dozen people came out to gather more when they had time.

"Brother, let's go to the hotel?"

He didn't drive when he was drinking, so he asked Xia Hu to drive the sports car, and took a Bentley driven by Xia Long, and drank seven or eight bottles. He looked at Qiqi, who was rippling in spring, and went straight to Hilton to drive the presidential suite.

The couple couldn't help but take a shot while standing.

There was a storm on the sofa, and the desert storm came again.

In the last hour, Qiqi cried and called her parents for eighteen moves, and finally vented her completely and fell asleep.

Finally I understand, three meals a day,

It’s obviously two things!
Chapter completed!