Household registration is a relatively troublesome thing. As long as you study abroad, most people will move their household registration from their original home to the Ministry of Education’s Study Abroad Service Center. When they return to China after they finish their studies, they will go back to various places with others.

But Buck only read the book abroad for half a year, and left the other school the rest of the time. He quickly obtained Ukrainian nationality and fake identities from multiple countries, so that he could enter and exit various NATO and former Soviet countries to complete employment tasks.

China does not recognize dual nationality. Theoretically speaking, even if Buck has Ukrainian nationality, even if he gives up his Chinese household registration, as long as there is no overlap in actual operation, it will generally not be investigated. But now if you have to follow the process, Ba Zhiming, who has an outbound record, no matter what passport and visa you have, you must have an entry record to go through the domestic household registration procedures, right?

Apart from a brand new sportswear, Buck had nothing after he got home. Ba Dacheng and his wife had already secretly squeezed the clothes. They knew there must be something hidden in it, but they insisted: "Lao Ji! Come on... Let's talk here!" He reached out and pulled the old neighbor who worked in the police station aside. Liu Shufen quickly smoothed out his attention: "Pop wine! Pour wine! Zhiming will drink another glass of it! Don't pour him..."

Buck also remembered this and scratched his head a little.

But after drinking and eating, the scene was over happily, and Ba Dacheng made his son confident: "Don't worry, even if he gets into the Ministry of Railways, I will keep my son by my side! I don't believe it anymore. Everyone knows that you are the son of the Ba family. Do you still have no household registration?"

Liu Shufen also comforted: "If you don't have a household registration, you won't have a household registration. There are many people with black household registration among our students... Oh, what should I do if I get married in the future? I still have to make trouble!" This mother thought so far, but this is also a very realistic thing.

Buck could only put aside this matter for the time being. Since there is something in front of him that can decompose his and his parents' attention, then concentrate on doing it. He is such a simple personality, just like the concentration he always embodies in the battlefield and training ground.

The next morning, Buck really went to buy a car. It was not a good car that Ba Dacheng prepared for about 100,000 yuan, a second-hand broken three-wheeled motorcycle, which costs 2,000 yuan!

The kind that can hang the oven behind and put a stack of plastic tables and chairs in the car bucket, Ba Dacheng shows off to his wife with a subjective emotion: "See it! I have a future! Be down-to-earth!"

Liu Shufen nodded vigorously.

So it is really easy to satisfy the psychological expectations of parents in families in this way. It seems that as long as the son works hard, that is enough.

The barbecue party last night was very successful, and the remaining barbecue was divided by each household. Buck also collected feedback on whether the tastes in China, especially in the southwest, needs to be adjusted. Since it is going to open today, it should be more careful. So Ba Dacheng has been sitting by the oven and adding four wheels to the oven, and Liu Shufen helped his son to organize various ingredients and ingredients.

Buck couldn't bear to let his mother go: "Sit and watch!" He also reached out and hugged her mother and pressed her onto the small stool.

Liu Shufen sat around like a primary school student, and she always wanted to help. After she failed, she looked at her son busy and occasionally had to answer her question: "Are you always working abroad? You're tired, and you'll have to rest for a while, and your family doesn't lack the money... I'll go to help you in the evening, okay?"

Buck lowered his head and just um, um, quickly knocked the charcoal into small pieces in his hand. He only raised his head when he heard the last one. He was about to ask his mother to stay at home without being tired, but when he saw the kindness flowing out of Liu Shufen's eyes, he swallowed it back and then um, um, um, um, um, um, um, tucked his head and continued.

Liu Shufen was happy and blinked her eavesdropping husband hard.

In the afternoon of the hot summer, the sun was just west, and Buck drove a tricycle on the road. Several foam boxes of ingredients and plastic tables and chairs were piled in the truck bucket. The oven was dragged back as a trailer. After Ba Dacheng was vaguely helping his son load the truck with a few neighbors, he also got into the truck with a cane and sat in the truck bucket and hugged the table and chairs with his wife: "Press it up to avoid it being shaken off."

Buck scratched his head and sat in front, trying to slow down his speed. Liu Shufen also urged: "Come on, hurry up, those good places are occupied by people! There is no business to do..."

Where does Buck care about business? This little bit of family warmth is the best medicine for him to soothe his pain, and making his parents happy is his simplest mood now.

Then it's a little faster.

The place was recommended by everyone last night, just at the entrance of Dama Roadside Market, not far away, because there are two middle schools and a university, plus the railway system and thermal power plants in the entire city are all in this area. Although it is not a prosperous commercial area, there have been many concentrated stalls and roadside food stalls.

But will such a new arrival barbecue stall not be excluded?

This worry was relieved by the slutty talk last night, and there was no need for Barker to think of any ideas. A neighbor girl who works in a pharmacy on the roadside threw the cardboard box of the pharmacy on the front door and occupied a piece of land. Uncle Yang's wife works in the industrial and commercial office and also greeted her colleagues. The police station even made a promise, and they would make fun of the relevant people during the day.

How big a matter of railway children opening a roadside stall by themselves?

The railway system is the most unique group in China. It is a system with its own public security, procuratorial and judicial systems and its own gas and water supply departments. It is completely like an independent kingdom. The tradition of grouping is longer than the history of the founding of the country.

This may be the reason why the entire Chinese country is making rapid progress, and this corner is still as old as before, and it still retains the heavy traces of the previous era of big pot rice.

It is because of this that Ba Dacheng is confident that he can smooth out his son's household registration problem. He is the neighbors and colleagues who look up and look down. Looking at the growing up, what are the principles that cannot be compatible?

This standard Chinese-style human emotions is reflected here with a particularly clear understanding.

Sure enough, as soon as the tricycle approached the lively market, the neighbor girl jumped and waved. The father and son moved the oven rack in a row. Liu Shufen was busy saying thank you. The girl was good and helped set up tables and chairs, saying that she was going to get off work anyway, so Liu Shufen enthusiastically invited her to have a barbecue and then go home.

The girl ran away with a giggle. Most urban girls are still a little afraid of this high-calorie, high-fat barbecue.

Ba Dacheng had never done such a store business. Although it was just an open-air food stall on the curb, he still helped his son pack his things with his head and leaned against the side of the road to smoke. Liu Shufen was a teacher and was not afraid of standing on the platform and wanted to help his son shout. Buck even grabbed him: "You just sit at a table and pretend you are here to eat, okay?"

The couple was right when they thought about it.

Buck has many pretended to be a street vendor to kill people or follow people. He was so familiar. He fanned the charcoal fire for a few seconds, then put an iron chisel on the oven and started to stir-fry the ingredients with his other hand. After a while, the aroma began to scatter and flow everywhere.

After the first barbecue was made and the sauce was poured on it, I put a slice of cut yellow peach and tomatoes on it, and then a piece of coriander was placed on it. I immediately had the feeling of the Western food being placed in a color, fragrance and flavor, and it immediately rose to countless levels. At least this plate of food seemed to be accompanied by snow-white tablecloths, champagne and candlesticks.

In fact, this is the basic habit of Europeans when cooking. The cooking itself is relatively simple. Eat the original flavor or add some seasonings. I like to spend time with the final arrangement, especially the colors. Buck serves many people and has long been used to making it casually. Yesterday, because the second half of the year was made by neighbors, there was no such thing.

Two plates were brought to the plastic table of my parents. Buck still folded his left hand and put his right hand behind him pretending to be with a waiter in a small vest: "Welcome to taste..."

God is pitiful. This is the first time my son cooks for his parents seriously. Liu Shufen actually choked up and covered her mouth with her hands. But the joy of her raised eyebrows showed, and she wanted to jump up and pull her son to smile.

Ba Dacheng was better, so he had already thrown away the cigarette butt and looked at it. He reached out to grab the convenient chopsticks scattered on the table. After he broke it apart, he actually swayed the chopsticks on the plate for a while before he felt embarrassed: "It looks good, it looks good, it's hard to start!"

Buck scratched his neck: "Try it, it should be pretty good, but I'll do this."

Liu Shufen nodded vigorously and took the chopsticks: "Enough, enough, enough!"

Actually, Buck is a little bit like that, and he feels that he should have done more filial piety. He didn't do well in the past, so he can make up for it from now on. He has never regretted it, including this time...

So I straightened up, took out a cigarette from my pocket and put one on my father's table, then returned to the oven, lit it on the charcoal fire, and started shouting: "Russian barbecue! Opening a business is very cheap!" If someone can't open his mouth to shout, Buck has no psychological pressure at all, and doing those murderous hooks was the best cover at that time. Who told him that his simple and sincere face was like a small business?

While shoveling the side dish and seasoning sauce in my hand, I rolled the barbecue braised meat to let the fragrance spread. I thought to buy two small fans tomorrow, one to blow the charcoal fire, and the other to blow the aroma of the barbecue.

But obviously these skills are all in the future. As the sun sets, more and more students come out to find food and come out to wander around after get off work. Just a foreign gimmick of Russian barbecue, and then after seeing the beautiful meat in front of the two old couple, the final price is fifteen yuan per serving!

Six tables were filled with flashes!

Badaxing dragged his wife to stand up and brought the plate to others. As a result, it became a demonstration. If you can't find a seat, you might as well squat on the roadside with the plate to eat!

To be honest, this barbecue is not necessarily wherever it tastes good. The catering industry has a very simple principle, which is to eat fresh, especially a bit exotic flavor, which is completely different from the taste and method of common barbecue kebabs. Just by setting up a Western-style dish at this roadside stall, it costs more than fifteen yuan.
Chapter completed!