Charcoal Grilled Bacon Skewers

Late at night, the iron sticks of the barbecue stall sizzled on the charcoal fire. A man sat down and handed over a handful of skewers: "Old rules." When the stall owner was flipping through the bamboo sticks, he found that one of the bamboo sticks was folded at a special angle - that was the secret code he had agreed with his lost brother. He looked up suddenly and saw the familiar birthmark on the other person's wrist. The man said softly: "Brother, I have been looking for you for this bunch of incense for ten years."