"I finally understand why you don't have a crush on Indians." Tan Na gently touched Lin Zheng's arm, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear, the third brother's heroic way of eating made Tan Na deeply feel that she had been out of touch with the world for too long, has it become popular to eat back to basics now?

Lin Zheng handed over a "You finally understand now?" He patted Tanna's hand lightly, and forcibly endured the discomfort surging in his heart. Rajagopas asked, "Really?" Does Mr. Rajagopas really think that any food can be grabbed and eaten? ”

"Of course!" Lagadapatti. Rajagopas said proudly, "Eating with your hands is the essence of Indian food culture. ”

"Really?" Lin Zheng said disapprerovingly: "But in my opinion, there is a kind of food that must be eaten with chopsticks." ”

This guy ...... Tan Na bit her lip lightly, at this time, if she didn't know that Lin Zheng was holding back and preparing to clean up This Indian has really been with Lin Zheng for so long, nodded lightly, and handed over a "You pay attention to a little measure" look, which can be regarded as acquiescing to Lin Zheng's small actions: Regarding the arrogance of the third brother, Tan Witch also said that she couldn't accept it.

Hearing this, Lin Zheng dared to insult India's great food culture, Rajadapatti. Rajagopas was really fooled, and said to Lin Zheng with red eyes: "No! There is no kind of food that cannot be eaten directly with your hands, Mr. Lin, you have insulted our Indian culture, you must apologize for it! ”

"I'm telling the truth, there's a food...... I'm not talking about some of the more remote, rare foods. It is a food that all Chinese will love, and it must be eaten with chopsticks. Lin Zheng dug a pit for the third brother very uncomfortably: Do you want to find a reason to say that this kind of food is rare? I'm sorry, but I'm talking about this kind of thing that all of us have eaten. Since it has been eaten by everyone, it can only be a popular food.

The third brother was really fooled, and in order to maintain his pride in the food culture of Great Hindustani, Lagadapatti. Rajagopas was out of the way, and without thinking about it, he blushed his neck and said, "This is impossible! There is no such thing as a food in this world that cannot be eaten directly with your hands! ”

"Really? Shall we make a bet? ”

Lagadapatti. Rajagopas's eyes rolled a few times, probably thinking that he had no possibility of losing, and nodded: "Bet, bet!" If you win. I lose you 1000...... No, $100; If I win, you must solemnly apologize to me for insulting Indian food culture! ”

Listen to Lin Zheng and Lagadapatti. Dialogue of Rajagopas. Liu Hong's heart kept sinking, and he didn't even have to think about it, just by instinct, he already felt that Lin Zheng gave Rajada Patty. Rajagopas dug a big hole. Although he hadn't remembered for a while what kind of food he couldn't grasp directly with his hands. But just based on Lin Zheng's confident expression, Liu Hong was sure that Lin Zheng would definitely win. Rajagopas was stupid to jump into the pit dug by Lin Zheng, where could Liu Hong take care of it? Regardless of Lagadapatti. No matter how good Rajagopas is, he is his guest after all, if something goes wrong in his hands, he will definitely not be able to eat and walk around, without waiting for Lin Zheng to speak, he smiled bitterly and said: "Mr. Lin, Mr. Rajagopas has drunk too much." Don't mind. ”

I drank too much before I moved my first chopsticks? Liu Hong's ability to open his eyes and tell nonsense has also reached a certain level, but Liu Hong is also here on behalf of the foreign affairs department. Although Lin Zheng disdains this guy's personality, he doesn't want to get into trouble with him because of such a big thing, so he nodded to give Liu Hong face.

It's just helpless, things in this world are always unsatisfactory nine times out of ten, and before Lin Zheng could speak, Lagadapatti. Rajagopas's shout sounded again: "Mr. Liu, I obviously didn't drink alcohol, okay...... Mr. Lin, do you dare to make this bet? ”

Lin Zheng didn't answer Lagadapati immediately. Rajagopas said, but first smiled bitterly and spread his hands to Liu Hong: "Director Liu, it's not that I don't give you face, it's really that our Indian friend is too enthusiastic, I can't stand it," After speaking, without waiting for Liu Hong to persuade himself again, he smiled at Lagadapatti. Rajagopas said: "Mr. Rajagopas, although this condition you have set is a little unfair to me, but forget it, since it is a bet that I am destined to win, it doesn't matter what the bet is, prepare your wallet, $100 is mine." ”

"Good! I'd like to see what kind of food you can't grasp with your hands! "Rajada Patti. Rajagopas shouted loudly, his face ten disagreeing and a hundred dissatisfied.

Liu Hong opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but hesitated, but he didn't say it after all: Forget it, it's just $00...... But what kind of food can't be grasped with your hands?

Lin Zheng called the waiter over and whispered a few words, the waiter nodded and went down quickly, and after a while, an honest charcoal copper hot pot was served, the fragrant bottom of the pot was boiling in the hot pot, and there was a strong fragrance in the air.

Looking at the hot pot brought by the waiter and the plate full of all kinds of meat, meatballs and vegetables in the hands of another waiter, Liu Hong couldn't wait to give himself two slaps: Hot pot, why didn't I think of such a simple thing?

Lagadapatti. Rajagopas's face changed instantly.

Lin Zheng grinned and threw the thinly sliced lamb into the boiling soup pot, and smiled at Lagadapatti. Rajagopas said: "Mr. Rajagopas, this is what I said about food that can only be done with chopsticks and not with hands: hot pot, hot pot is a way of cooking food that has a history of nearly 1,000 years in our country, and in our country, from south to north, from east to west, hot pot is a kind of food that everyone likes very much...... Since you insist that you can use your hands, then please. ”

Dig into the boiling soup pot? Looking at the hot pot that looks like a boiling spring, Rajada Patti. Rajagopas's face turned green: once he went down, would he become familiar when he came up?

At this moment, he finally regretted it, but this guy really had a bit of a dead duck's hard mouth, and he obviously lost, and he even refused to open his mouth to admit defeat.

Looking at the boiling hot pot, Tan Na's eyes were shining, and she asked Lin Zheng in a low voice, "How did you come up with hot pot?" ”

"I eat this thing a lot, what's so hard about it?"

"But why do I think you're deliberately holding back the bad?" Tan Na blinked, talking about who in the world is more familiar with the little villain in front of her, I am afraid that her future parents-in-law may not be able to compare with herself.

Lin Zheng touched his nose: "Well, at such a wonderful moment, let's not dwell on these trivial things, right?" ”

"Sure enough!" Hearing Lin Zheng's words, Tan Na suddenly smiled with crooked eyebrows: "Okay, I support you this time!" ”

"Huh?"

"Uh-huh? Shouldn't I support you? ”

"Should!" Lin Zheng nodded hurriedly, as for the Lagadapati who had already lost $100. Rajagopas has long been forgotten by the two.

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"San'er, how is this time? What do the leaders of the Civil Affairs Bureau say about your work? Gu Dacheng asked his son cautiously, with the most humble expression on his face with a trace of undetectable hope, and the thick wrinkles on his face were a living dictionary of the bitter life of most of his life.

"Dad, the leaders of the Civil Affairs Bureau said that the factories in the city are in a recession now, so ......" I didn't want my old father to worry about himself, Gu Chun tried to squeeze out a smile, "The leaders asked me to go to the city to have a look after a while, and said that they would give priority to me if they had the opportunity." ”

"Alas......" The light in Gu Dacheng's eyes slowly dimmed: I say this every time, every time I push it to the next time, this push, my son is already 24 years old, but now I don't even have a job, who is willing to follow the third child without a job? How long will this be done?

Gu Dacheng is an ordinary farmer in the township below Yueshui District, he has three sons who have worked hard all his life, and now the eldest and second have all started a family, but the third has become the eldest difficulty.

In order to let someone in the family get out of this farm gate and eat the treasury grain, Gu Dacheng begged his grandfather to tell his grandmother to let the third Gu Chun become a soldier, and what he begged was that in the future, after Gu Chun recovered, the city could arrange a job for him to eat the treasury grain, so that he would not have to dig and eat from the soil with his back to the loess all his life.

In Gu Dacheng's view, with the cleverness of the third child, maybe he can know a leader in the army, go to a military school or something, and then he will be an officer, as long as he becomes an officer, whether he stays in the army or comes back, this iron rice bowl can be regarded as stable, but the reality is that he made a joke with Gu Dacheng, Gu Chun was not admitted to the military school, nor was he appreciated by the leader, and he had to obediently take off his military uniform and retire after a few years of compulsory service.

Retire, retire, Gu Dacheng didn't think there was anything wrong with retirement, although he was retired, but didn't the government also have to arrange jobs for veterans? And in this city, the child is by his side, and he is at ease.

But the idea is very beautiful, but the reality is very cruel, for the work of the third child, I don't know how many gifts have been given, how many people have been found, it has been two years since I was discharged from the army, but the work of the third child has not been settled, looking at the smiling face on his son's face, Gu Dacheng nodded hard: "Okay, good, let's wait a little longer......"

What can he say?

"The third, the third," Gu Dacheng's voice did not fall, and the second son's happy voice sounded outside the courtyard: "Good news, good news, good news, ......" (to be continued......