"Haha, it's nothing, don't worry about it." Although Feng Sizhe said this, he was still very happy to hear Xie Zhiyuan say this.
Xie Zhiyuan is not a person who is afraid of trouble. He does not shrink back when encountering problems. Instead, he dares to take action. This makes Feng Sizhe very happy and feels that this friend has made no mistakes.
As Xie Zhiyuan and other classmates walked out, brother and sister Bai Zhifei and Bai Caixia also walked out. Bai Zhifei walked up to Feng Sizhe as if he didn't care about anything, "Hey, this game is very exciting, the players all played well.
It’s a pity that you didn’t see our national prestige.”
Listening to what Bai Zhifei said, Feng Sizhe smiled again. He knew that at that time, table tennis was the national sport of the Republic, and it was the strongest among its strengths. Even in the 21st century, when Feng Sizhe lived,
Table tennis is also enduring. At the beginning of the 21st century, it even performed the legendary story of the Republic defeating the world. "Haha, you must be tired from watching the game. Come on, I'll treat you all to dinner."
I ran to watch the game after the junior high school class. I watched it for nearly two hours. It is already one o'clock in the afternoon and I haven't eaten. Now that Feng Sizhe said this, everyone felt that their stomachs were growling.
Call it.
"Okay, let's go to dinner. It's rare for Feng Sizhe to treat him to a meal. Don't be polite to him." When Xie Zhiyuan heard that Feng Sizhe wanted to treat him to a meal, he was the first to call. Of course, there is nothing unusual about inviting him to a meal.
This is an excellent way to increase friendship among everyone.
It is true to say that Feng Sizhe finally invited him to a meal, because it was almost the first time for him to go home after school. Apart from class time, he rarely spent time with everyone, so naturally he wanted to treat Feng Sizhe to a meal.
It will be very difficult to eat.
Feng Sizhe walked side by side with Xie Zhiyuan, heading towards the hotel near the Asian Games Village.
At that time, there were not many individual hotels, and the main ones were guest houses run by the state. Fortunately, people near the Asian Games Village were forward-thinking, and many people who saw business opportunities built hotels when the Asian Games Village was built.
, so Feng Sizhe and his party still have a choice.
At the entrance of an authentic Beijing restaurant, Feng Sizhe stopped. Looking from the outside in, the restaurant was relatively clean, so he turned around and rushed to everyone and said, "I think we can eat here?"
"Ah?" Xie Zhiyuan and others were stunned when they heard that Feng Sizhe had chosen this place. They could all tell that the quality of this hotel was not too low. The service staff inside were all wearing uniform clothes, which reflected their
It’s a matter of quality. How much does it cost to have a meal here? Everyone was a little hesitant to choose this place when Feng Sizhe said it.
Speaking of which, although everyone in Feng Sizhe's junior high school class has some background, because they don't have jobs yet, and none of them have very rich pockets, they thought that if they had a meal here, it would cost at least three or four dollars.
A hundred yuan, this was one or two months' salary for ordinary workers at that time? Isn't this too expensive?
"Feng Sizhe, I think we can just find a place to eat. There is no need to make a fuss about eating here, right?" Xie Zhiyuan, as the person closest to Feng Sizhe among his classmates, must stand up and speak out at this moment.
"Yes, Xiao Zhezi, I think so. Just find a place to eat. In fact, there are some snacks that are no worse than those made in these big hotels." Bai Zhifei also saw that the cost of a meal here must not be low.
, as Feng Sizhe's old classmate, and they had just met, he certainly didn't want Feng Sizhe to spend such money.
"Haha, what kind of pomp is this? I think it's just an ordinary restaurant. Besides, we are all hungry now. Since we have come this far, we might as well eat here. I have no energy if I go on." Feng Sizhe knew these people.
It's for his own good, but since he said he wanted to treat everyone to dinner, he couldn't be cold-blooded. If anyone is rich, Feng Sizhe must be the richest among them. Her mother Zhao Lirong in the UK seems to be afraid of her precious son.
It was not easy to eat well in the Republic, so every month he would mail Feng Zhe a sum of money, telling him to buy whatever he wanted to eat and wear whatever he wanted, and not to make himself miserable.
Naturally, Feng Sizhe would not refuse his mother's doting. It can be said that Feng Sizhe, who is a petty bourgeoisie, usually has no use in asking for money. He has a car to pick him up from and after school, and eats when he gets home. Money is really of no use to him. How about it now?
It is easy for him to have the opportunity to treat his classmates and friends to dinner, so he will naturally not be stingy.
Feng Sizhe's insistence forced everyone to follow him into the hotel. To say that the hotel was of higher quality, the service attitude was indeed better. After Feng Zhe and his party came in, someone immediately led the way to a large table.
Next, a waiter served tea.
Feng Sizhe picked up a vegetable table and casually put it in front of Xie Zhifei, asking him to order.
Of course Xie Zhifei was embarrassed to let Feng Sizhe spend money. He took the menu and ordered one with tofu mixed with green onions and one with stir-fried meat and pepper, and then handed the menu to Bai Zhifei beside him.
Bai Zhifei first looked at the shocking price, then ordered only one Jialiang and gave it to Xu Yuanyuan standing by.
Feng Sizhe couldn't help but shook his head when he saw this scene, reached out to take the menu, and ordered a few loudly, including fried tripe, pork ribs and eggs, and of course roast duck. Then he asked the service staff about the hotel's own characteristics. All in all
After ordering eight dishes, I returned the menu to the waiter and ordered six bottles of beer and two drinks.
Seeing that Feng Sizhe had ordered so many dishes, and some of them were not cheap at all, Bai Zhifei said to Feng Sizhe in a small voice: "Just eat something simple. I don't think there is any need to spend such money?"
"Hey, why don't you need it? You have to eat well when you eat. Besides, everyone is hungry. How can it be enough if you don't want more? Everyone eat first, and you will ask for more if you don't have enough after a while. In short, you must eat well." Feng Sizhe laughed.
He smiled and waved to Bai Zhifei. At the same time, he was very emotional. At this time, the Republic was still clear and clear. There was no so-called second generation of officials and second generation of rich people. He thought that it would not take many years to be with those people.
When going out to eat, and a meal often costs tens of thousands, Feng Sizhe can only lament that society is changing so fast.