From the plane of primitive times, the ribs of an unlucky wild boar were thoroughly cleaned and directly cut into a section as long as a finger.

On each section of the ribs, there are full chunks of meat hanging on them.

It can make every meat lover look at it, and their hearts are instantly filled with a sense of happiness.

Even after the pork ribs are put into the pot, they are simply simmered in the pot after adding water, ginger and garlic, and after skimming off the blood foam, the thick broth and tempting aroma of meat in the pot make people can't help but salivate.

What's more, when the ribs start to tumble with the soup, a large handful of wild green onions are put into the pot.

The effect of increasing the fragrance in an instant is not as simple as one plus one equals two.

In addition, the wild vegetables that Song Yong brought back last time, such as purslane, gray cabbage, bitter hemp green, fungus and straw mushrooms, were cleaned and filled with a large basin.

The fresh and colorful wild vegetables that seem to have just been picked from the field are also full of temptation.

Therefore, all the people who participated in the internal dinner of the small shop today are quite satisfied with the preparation of their own Xiao Song boss......

It was about half past six in the afternoon, and the belated dinner was finally ready to begin.

Compared with the usual work meal, today's dinner party is a very lively.

The main reason is that today is Sunday, and Ah Xiao and the group of waiters who are receiving a short-term training in a vocational school don't have to go to class today.

So, except for Uncle Zhang, who was still squatting in the bureau and had not completed the half-month detention period.

In addition to Uncle Qian's father and son, who were unable to participate in the dinner together because they needed to take care of his wife who was still hospitalized, the employees of Song Kee food stalls in the future could be regarded as gathering together.

After piecing together the three long tables, everyone was huddled around the table.

Then, in front of each of the gay men, a glass of craft beer with a beautiful color was poured in front of them, and the lesbians poured a glass of juice or other drink if they wanted to drink, and if they didn't want to drink, they poured a glass of juice or some other drink.

Even in front of Xiaolin, a child, a glass of milk was enthusiastically poured with a stick.

In short, in a rare internal gathering like today, everyone always drinks something that is not.

"Ah Yong, say something!" After everyone sat down at the table, they didn't start immediately, but Brother Jiang suddenly opened his mouth and proposed something like this.

After hearing this, Song Yong looked at the people sitting around the table, and found that everyone was looking at him with a smile.

He stood up without giving up, picked up the wine glass in front of him and said, "Everyone eat well, drink well, you must drink well, eat well......"

"Cut~" For a while, I don't know how many middle fingers were aimed at Song Yong's boss, and they made a comparison.

Then, the stick shouted like a coax: "It's not okay to say that, there must be something more affordable, and there is some good news anyway, for example, after eating in the evening, please go and sing K." ”

I glanced at the half-open roller shutter door, and the heavy rain that was falling in a 'sparse uproar'.

Song Yong really felt that the stick's proposal to sing K was really a bit unreliable, but he was in a difficult mood today, and he really planned to say something happy to make the atmosphere better.

For this reason, the goods slapped the table and shouted:

"Today's weather is not good, let's go out and sing K next time, but the good news is definitely there, that is, tomorrow is the end of the month, we will pay wages tomorrow, and in the future, our store will not press wages in the future, everyone will have a share." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone cheered.

According to the habit of Shencheng, the catering industry basically has to press half a month's salary, mainly because of the fear of sudden departure and the reasons why it will be too busy.

But Song Yong believes that as long as he treats these employees sincerely, how can these people just leave.

In the following time, everyone listened to the extremely lively rain outside the door, ate the delicious hot pot, and everyone was so happy and relaxed.

At about eight o'clock in the evening, the shop became quiet again.

It was Xiaojuan and a large number of waiter girls, and after they had eaten and drunk enough, they returned to the dormitory to rest.

Even Ah Xiao, a bold lesbian who had been drinking with them before, hugged her baby son Xiaolin today and went back to the dormitory with them.

In this way, in the small shop, there are only four old men left, such as Song Yong, Stick, Brother Jiang, and Chen Daiyun.

After all, it is estimated that it will take one or two hours for these men to completely end this drinking game.

I don't know if it's because of the good mood, Song Yong feels that he is in a surprisingly good state today.

Anyway, now he alone still feels like he doesn't have much alcohol on his body after drinking a dozen craft draft beers.

Thinking about the good things he put in the drawer of the bar, Song Yong had a little idea.

As soon as he got up, he took out a bottle of mineral water from the drawer of the bar, but the liquid in the bottle was a beautiful amber liquid.

Before Song Yong could say anything, the stick had already snatched the bottle of mineral water, while playing with it in his hand.

The mouth also asked: "This is a medicine bar, what is the medicinal wine?"

The stick guessed correctly, the mineral water bottle was indeed filled with medicinal wine, and it was Song Yong who put it in the suite he rented, those big tonic things.

The reason why those great tonic medicinal wines appeared here.

It was in the afternoon when Song Yong went home to change his clothes, and he accidentally found these medicinal wines that were said to need to be soaked for a month, and now it seems to be about the same.

With the intention of trying to see the effect, Song Yong picked up an empty mineral water bottle from the room, rinsed it with tap water a few times, and then filled a bottle and brought it to the store.

At this moment, he was faced with the inquiry of the curious young man of the stick, and naturally he couldn't tell the truth.

Because if you tell the other party the truth, this is a great tonic from another world, plus Chinese medicine with amazing effects, and the most important thing is to put in at least 10 million of the root of the old ginseng, before brewing it.

If you say that, I guess this guy will be frightened.

"You don't care what it's made of, you just know it's good, or something good that money can't buy. ”

Song Yong used such a sentence to directly send the stick.

Then, he carefully took the bottle of mineral water and poured about one or two portions into the empty cups of the four people.

It's not that Song Yong is reluctant to let these people drink too much of this medicinal wine.

The main reason is that he calculates that there are so many superb materials in these medicinal wines, and it is estimated that they will be relatively domineering in terms of effect.

If a few single dogs drink too much together, then something big is going to happen.

After pouring the wine, Chen Daiyun, who was a senior old drunkard, picked up the cup but smelled the taste, and then gave Song Yong a thumbs up.

It expresses a strong recognition of these good things in my heart.

Regarding this, Song Yong had already had considerable confidence, because when he poured the wine, the mellow medicinal fragrance was vigorously skewed into his nose.

"Come, let's go. Song Yong, who picked up the cup, proposed to everyone.

It's just that at this time, the roller shutter that has been completely pulled down has been knocked on continuously.

After hearing the movement, Song Yong's head was full of fog, could it be that in such a bad weather, there are still foodies who are worried about coming to masturbate?