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Mrs. Yamamoto's eyes were slitted with a smile, and she did not see the mystery hidden in it. Her son, Kosuke Yamamoto, is suffering greatly at the moment.

Kosuke Yamamoto wanted to scream out in pain, but in order to save face, he could only endure the severe pain, pretending that nothing had happened, and still smiling, but the smile was already a little stiff.

Gu Xi snickered in her heart, she was smart and icy, how could she not know Kosuke Yamamoto's thoughts. Beautiful as her, she has seen a lot of prodigal sons like Kosuke Yamamoto.

"You two really hate each other, okay, okay, let go. ”

In the end, it was Gu Xi who relieved Kosuke Yamamoto. As soon as Jiang Xiaobai let go, Kosuke Yamamoto was suddenly relieved, his right hand was already red, swollen and paralyzed, and he quickly hid his right hand. Kosuke Yamamoto would never have imagined that in this small mountain village in the middle of nowhere, he would actually meet a powerful character.

"He's just a little stronger. Yes, how can these rough people who do farm work all year round be incapable? If you really fight me, I can cut off his head with a single sword. ”

Kosuke Yamamoto comforted himself in his heart.

"Mr. Jiang, we meet again. Last time I said goodbye, I missed it very much. Old Yamamoto smiled.

"Hello Yamamoto, there is nothing wrong with your body bones?" Jiang Xiaobai said with a smile.

"Thank you for your concern, the old decay is still tough. Ichiro Yamamoto laughed.

Zhao Guanjie said: "Mr. Yamamoto, please, let Village Chief Gu take you and your family to take a walk around our Nanwan Village." ”

"Then it's troublesome for Village Chief Gu. Yamamoto Ichiro and his wife hurriedly bowed to Gu Xi, only Yamamoto Kosuke straightened his waist and looked at the sky, no one was a bird.

"Please, Mr. Yamamoto, Mrs. Yamamoto. ”

Gu Xi led the way in front and led the Yamamoto family to visit Nanwan Village for a week. There are mountains and rivers in Nanwan Village, but it is late autumn at this time, so it is not the best time for the village. Of course, Yamamoto and his party didn't come here to see the scenery.

After visiting the village, the group came to the village committee. Under the chairmanship of Zhao Guanjie, the representatives of Nanwan Village had a friendly discussion and exchange with Japanese friends who came from afar, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

In fact, these representatives of Nanwan Village are not from the village, but arranged from above, and they speak in some official languages such as Sino-Japanese friendship. At the end of the whole discussion, the only thing this group did was to praise the stinky feet of the Japanese.

Within a few minutes of the discussion, Jiang Xiaobai couldn't stand it anymore, left the venue, and went outside the door to smoke.

The meeting lasted almost two hours, and when it ended, it was already dark.

Zhao Guanjie said: "Mr. Yamamoto, the villagers know that you are coming, so they have specially prepared farmhouse dishes for your family, and you and your family are invited to taste one or two." ”

"Chinese food is my favorite dish! Ichiro Yamamoto laughed.

Kosuke Yamamoto on the side sneered, sneered, and said, "Father, the local vegetables of the farmhouse are very dirty, and you have a bad stomach, so you have to be more careful." ”

Kosuke Yamamoto used Japanese, and the translator next to Zhao Guanjie understood, but he didn't translate it. Kosuke Yamamoto's words were full of provocation and aggression, and the translator was worried that the translation would affect the overall harmonious atmosphere between the Chinese and Japanese people.

The preparatory team has invited cooks from several large restaurants from the county to set up a few large cauldrons in the courtyard of the village committee and cook in public. It is said to be a farmhouse dish, but in fact it is not a peasant dish, all of them are from the hands of famous chefs, but the choice of materials is biased towards the farmer's family, and the chickens used are all farmhouses.

Mr. and Mrs. Ichiro Yamamoto stood in the courtyard and enjoyed the performances of several chefs, and the entire courtyard of the village committee was filled with a strong aroma. The aroma wafted in the wind and drifted far away, and the whole Nam Wan Village could smell it.

The courtyard here is busy, and the house over there is not idle, Lai Changqing is busy with a few people from the village committee. They moved all the desks in the village committee out and set up a few eight-immortal tables in the office of the village committee. After a while, I will entertain Ichiro Yamamoto's family here.

Yamamoto Ichiro's behavior is to enjoy the scenery of the farmhouse, so it's not that the county can't afford to hire a big hotel, but Yamamoto Ichiro doesn't want to go to that kind of place.

After dinner was ready, Ichiro Yamamoto's family was placed at the top.

"This is the Chinese Eight Immortals Table, right?" asked Ichiro Yamamoto with a smile.

Zhao Guanjie said: "Yes, this is the Eight Immortals Table, the Eight Immortals Table that occupies a place in traditional Chinese culture. ”

Ichiro Yamamoto stroked the table of the Eight Immortals and said, "It is indeed very characteristic of Chinese culture." The Chinese pay attention to the outer circle and the inner square. The table of eight immortals is square. ”

Zhao Guanjie said: "It can also become round." If you have a lot of guests in the house, you can put the round table on it so that more people can be seated. ”

Lai Changqing smiled and said, "Mr. Yamamoto, let me tell you a riddle to guess." ”

"Okay. Old Yamamoto smiled.

Lai Changqing groaned slightly, and said: "Nine faces, eight mouths, one girl, nineteen and a half legs." You hit an object. ”

Yamamoto pondered for a long time and shook his head.

"Lai Zhishu, what is the riddle? I can't guess. ”

Lai Chang counted the Eight Immortals Table in front of him and explained, "The mystery is the Eight Immortals Table." The nine noodles are one noodles on the table, and one noodles for each of the eight immortals, adding up to a total of nine. Eight mouths are easier to understand, that is, one mouth for one person in the eight immortals. A girl is naturally talking about He Xiangu in the Eight Immortals. Nineteen and a half legs is more difficult to understand, talking about the four legs of the table, the eight immortals and eight people should have been sixteen legs, but Tie Guan Li is a lame, counting one and a half legs, this adds up to nineteen and a half legs. ”

"Wonderful!"

Ichiro Yamamoto applauded repeatedly.

Kosuke Yamamoto snorted coldly and scolded a few words in Japanese.

After the food and drinks are served, the dinner party is considered to begin. Ichiro Yamamoto and his wife pay attention to self-cultivation, so they don't drink, but it is Kosuke Yamamoto, who is quite addicted to alcohol, and he drinks a lot.

"Xiao Yamamoto, our Chinese liquor is not bad compared to your Japanese sake, right?" Jiang Xiaobai said.

Kosuke Yamamoto shook his head, "Your Chinese liquor is far inferior to our Japanese sake. ”

"Then where is the difference?" Jiang Xiaobai asked.

Kosuke Yamamoto said, "Sake is clear, like the water of a clear spring. Your liquor is bitter and hard to swallow. (To be continued.) )