He Guan'er had mixed feelings in his heart, not only the joy of being able to see the New Year of Gongbu and playing the dam immediately, but also the frustration of having to go the same way with Mo Chunshan, his expression was rich, and his eyebrows were about to twist together.

Mo Chunshan looked sideways and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Eat less, don't embarrass you Russians." ”

He Wan'er didn't say anything, but when Mo Chunshan turned around, she gritted her teeth and silently simulated the action of lifting a big stone and smashing it at his dog's head behind him.

didn't know that he was looking at it in the rearview mirror.

"Childish. He didn't even turn his head, and spit out two cold words, but he didn't notice that the corners of his mouth also had an upward arc.

Following the music of Uncle Wangdui, Grand Cherokee carried Mo Chunshan and He Waner to the Wulong River a few kilometers away.

There are more than a dozen white tents around the river, a big dam in the center of the tent, and colorful prayer flags form a big circle, under the prayer flags, a group of girls and boys wearing colorful costumes, singing and dancing.

The largest tent here is nearly 100 square meters in size, spacious and bright, surrounded by a circle of sofas, and a table full of food.

He Guan'er, the little fairy who was regarded as a distinguished guest, had never seen such a scene, and when she opened her eyes, she only felt that it was fresh everywhere.

"Sit, sit. Uncle Wangdui beckoned them, and went out of the tent himself to call for someone.

Mo Chunshan sat down at the end of the sofa, and He Wan'er couldn't wait to stay away from him, so he simply sat on the thick felt on the grass next to the tent.

It didn't take long for someone to come up with butter tea, and then Uncle Wangdui and a bunch of people poured into the tent, there were men and women, old and young, chattering around He Wan'er, saying the local dialect she didn't understand, and the enthusiastic old grandmother came forward to take her hand, and her mouth was broken, not knowing what she was talking about.

In just a few minutes, He Wan'er's face stiffened with laughter.

Fortunately, after seeing enough of the little fairies, most of the people dispersed, leaving only a few children who refused to leave, with big and round eyes, and obvious plateau red on their faces.

"How does it feel to be watched?" Mo Chunshan seemed to be in a good mood, picked up the butter tea, and took a sip gently.

Then his face changed, and he looked like he was almost choked.

He Wan'er almost laughed.

Seeing him like this, he is obviously not used to the taste of butter tea.

It's just great, it's best for him to leave immediately, anyway, she has found a backer, she can let herself go freely, and she doesn't have to look at his face anymore.

However, thinking like this, after waiting for ten minutes, Uncle Wangdui began to serve wine and meat, and He Wan'er suddenly became extremely worried.

The water source in the ethnic areas is precious, and taking a bath is a luxury, so it is definitely not as particular as the mainland in terms of food and clothing.

He Wan'er didn't care, but it was only about ten hours since Mo Chunshan picked her up, but she had already seen that this person might be a little clean, picky, and not so easy to serve.

So will he dislike the wine glass with a "heavy sense of history" on the table? And the greasy knife and the black and slimy hand-grabbed meat, what does Mo Chunshan think?

He is a person who is arrogant, and his mouth is poisonous and he will not save face for others, it doesn't matter if he doesn't eat meat, if he refuses to toast because the wine glass is not so clean, he is afraid that he will make a big incident.

You must know that although friends in ethnic areas are straightforward and enthusiastic, they are also well-known for being able to fight.

As for Mo Chunshan's small body, I am afraid that he will be pressed and rubbed on the grass, and he will not be able to get up.

If there is a conflict between entrepreneurs and locals from other places, will they be used by people with good intentions to make any big news?

"I'm not worried about him, I'm worried about undermining national unity and social stability. He Wan'er was talking to himself, while secretly taking out a wet paper towel and quietly wiping the cup under the table again.

On the one hand, she was afraid that Uncle Wangdui would see them, thinking that she disliked them for being dirty, and on the other hand, she had to take care of the cup to the point where she thought Mo Chunshan was willing to use it, which was really a dilemma.

However, when she secretly wiped her things, when she looked up, she saw Mo Chunshan holding a black wine glass in his hand, drinking barley wine while talking to his uncle, his expression was quite calm.

Seeing the bright cup in He Guan'er's hand, the disdainful expression on his face was quite obvious, and he commented on two words at the end: "Hypocrisy." ”

He Wan'er was almost angry, and his nose was about to breathe fire.

I disliked her in the morning, and now I haven't washed the barbecue in the snow, and I don't know how many people have taken the cup, why is it fragrant again?

I really don't know who to give hypocrisy to!

Reality once again told He Waner that none of these bigwigs who have a big deal of business in their hands are good at stubble.

Take Mo Chunshan as an example, she was also worried that this person was too arrogant and made the host lose face, but as a result, Uncle Wangdui was coaxed to be happy with a few words, so the guests and hosts were happy.

It's just that He Guan'er remembered the two words of hypocrisy just now, and he was so angry that he ate the yak meat with a black face, and he didn't want to look at Mo Chunshan.

Halfway through the meal, Uncle Wangdui was in a better mood, pointed at Mo Chunshan and smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and gurgled in his mouth.

Mo Chunshan nodded while listening, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he responded a few words from time to time.

He Wan'er couldn't help but glance over there a few times, and finally became a little curious: "What is he talking about?"

"How do I know?" he glanced sideways and whispered back to her.

He Wan'er scolded silently, he didn't understand and laughed so much? I don't know, I thought that he and Uncle Wangdui had become brothers with different surnames.

He Wan'er was right, Mo Chunshan didn't touch the mountain of meat in front of him at all.

Uncle Wangdui is used to people outside, and he also knows that his eating habits can't be forced, so he is quite understanding: "Wait a little longer, there are beef buns and stir-fried rice, you are honored guests, you can't be hungry." Roast matsutake mushrooms, boil noodles, grill meat in the evening!"

Hearing that there was still something that Mo Chunshan could eat, He Wan'er breathed a sigh of relief, but he felt that he was too worried.

It doesn't matter if he's hungry or not, it's better to be hungry for a few more meals, so hungry that he doesn't have the strength to speak, and it's not so annoying.

After lunch, the sun had dried the grass wet with snow and rain. In late autumn and early winter, the dam is already brown and yellow, and there are no wild flowers in summer, but it does not prevent He Waner from bubbling.

She is an extrovert by nature, and even if she doesn't understand the language, she quickly gets along with the villagers. So he played tug-of-war, long jump, horseback riding with a bunch of girls and boys, and unexpectedly put down a sturdy guy who was at least 1.8 meters tall with his fighting skills, which attracted a round of applause.

Mo Chunshan watched from a distance for a while, then returned to the tent, frowning and drinking butter tea.

Although someone didn't speak just now, the little thief in his eyes was obviously laughing at him for not even being able to handle butter tea. Just kidding, this trivial little question, where can it stump him?

The sun was sinking in the west, the twilight was getting thicker, and dinner began to be prepared in the tent.

Uncle Wangdui was right, the food at night was extremely rich.

Roasted matsutake mushrooms, roasted buns, roasted lamb legs, noodles, in addition to butter tea and sweet milk tea, dozens of people sit around a long table in the tent to eat and drink, noisy and lively.

He Wan'er likes this scene the most, she is about to fly happily, except for not eating pork, she has to taste everything, so the dishes are not ready, she is already half full.

As for Mo Chunshan, when he eats, he doesn't eat much, and he doesn't eat much, and the most chopsticks are roasted matsutake mushrooms and other dishes that are not too heavy in oil and water.

He Wan'er suspected that she was afraid that she had eaten more than twice as much as him—but she would not admit that she had eaten too much, and if she wanted to blame, she would blame Mo Chunshan for eating too little.

Halfway through dinner, I was served barley wine again.

He Wan'er was very entangled. What to do, I really want to drink it, but she knows what kind of alcohol she drinks, and in addition, barley wine is sweet, and if you drink too much, you will gain weight.

Today's calories have greatly exceeded the standard, and if I continue to eat like this, I am afraid that when I return to Gyeongju and get on the scale, I will be ten catties and eight catties heavier than when I set off.

Uncle Wangdui had already handed her a bowl of wine, and persuaded diligently: "Drink, drink." ”

He Wan'er had a bitter face and politely refused: "No, I'll be drunk." ”

The uncle was happy, and he didn't continue to persuade her, and turned around to find Mo Chunshan.

The boy is not very good at speaking Chinese, his face is black and red, but his facial features are deep and handsome, especially a pair of deep eyes, as if he can speak.

Seeing that He Wan'er didn't take the wine, he only smiled shyly.

He Wan'er was still struggling with the question of whether to drink or not, but he was bewitched by this kind and clear smile, so he took the wine from his hand in a daze and thanked him.

She had just taken the wine, but noticed that the people around her had started to commotion.

"What's wrong?" He Wan'er's face was full of surprise, and he suddenly found that on the empty grass in front of him just now, someone quickly carried a small table over, and there were more than a dozen coarse porcelain bowls on the table, and someone was already pouring wine into the bowls.

And the shy young man just now, with his arm bent in a gesture of invitation, also picked up a bowl of wine from the table.

Looking at this posture, it seems that you want to fight with her?

He Wan'er was so anxious that one head and two big, why did she take the wine in a daze?

To drink, or not to drink, that's the question. Don't drink it, for fear of annoying the hospitable foreign friends, drink it, her own amount of alcohol is a level She knows it, but she is afraid that if a bowl of wine goes down, all the scenery in front of her will have a double shadow.

By the way, if you get drunk and vomit or make trouble, it will be really embarrassing.

He Wan'er looked at the wine in his hand, with a bitter face, and finally took the bowl to his mouth, and suddenly a hand behind him reached over and took the wine in her hand.

She turned her face sideways and found that Mo Chunshan was holding the bowl of wine and drank it without saying a word.

Immediately afterwards, he put down the empty bowl, picked up the second bowl of wine, and drank it all.

Not to be outdone, the young man went bowl after bowl, but two minutes later, the dozen or so bowls on the table that had just been filled with barley wine were empty.

After all, it turned out that Mo Chunshan drank an extra bowl, which was a narrow victory.

A round of applause and cheers erupted around, and Uncle Wangdui came over and patted Mo Chunshan's shoulder in praise.

He Waner's mouth is circled into an O-shape, and the degree of barley wine is indeed low, but drinking like this is also very bad. And what she didn't expect the most was that it was Mo Chunshan who relieved her, so that she didn't have to get drunk and make a fool of herself.

"Thank you. ”

No matter how big Rao was to Mo Chunshan, she couldn't pretend to be deaf and dumb at this time, so she walked behind him and thanked him softly.

"I can't afford it," Mo Chunshan tilted his head slightly, his voice was clear and not a little drunk, "You must know that it is too ugly for you to start a drunken madness, and now Uncle Wangdui has classified you as a person who is a person with me, but I can't humiliate our Han people for you." ”

He Wan'er's only bit of gratitude vanished, he bit his lip fiercely, and squeezed out three words between his teeth: "Megalomania." ”