Damn, don't be so nice to the master. ”

Mr. Shan muttered, walked to the table, and picked up the cup of warm honey lemon.

The sweet and silky smell is diffuse, and it is still a familiar taste.

Mr. Shan held this cup of honey and lemon for a long time, drank the last sip, and fell asleep.

The dreams are all about the sweetness of honey.

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I don't know when the barbecue party will end, and everyone will disperse slowly.

The scene was a mess, the fat man ate the most and drank the most pure beer, and the two were sent to clean up the scene.

The fat man burped, and chatted while cleaning up the plates: "Lao Chun, why do I think Mr. Shan is very strange these days." The silence returned, and he was still preoccupied. ”

With a grape-flavored lollipop in his mouth, he gathered the barbecue skewers in a pile, "The more you get, the more you are afraid of losing." ”

Fatty: "...... Amida Buddha, can you explain it in Chinese? ”

Chunjie looked at the fat man, and said angrily: "You haven't been in love, you don't understand this feeling." ”

Fat man: "Amitabha, I have the Buddha and fat, I don't need to fall in love." ”

Most people have been single for a long time, and they feel very delicate when they look at a pig.

The fat man has been single for a long time, and everyone looks like a piece of braised pork.

"So, you're destined to be a bachelor in your life." Pure sneered, "The more you love someone, the more reluctant you are to hurt him." It's better to stay away. ”

The fat man touched his chin and muttered in a low voice: "So that's the case, Lao Bai actually holds this kind of mentality——— huh?" There are still four bottles of liquor here? ”

The fat man was sharp-eyed, and next to the barbecue grill, he found four bottles of unopened soju.

This was brought by Yu Dongchen Dong from Anseong, and the people of Anseong generally love to drink.

Of course, the fat man seriously suspected Yu Dongchen's purpose for deliberately bringing wine... It's possible that Ken was going to get the poor little one drunk, and then... Hey, hey, hey.

"You like to drink?" Pure raised eyebrows.

The fat man was extremely modest: "Amitabha, fat man, my amount of alcohol is the strongest in the entire Hanshan Temple." You are a delicate girl, naturally you don't understand the heroism of the monks. ”

Pure bite the lollipop in her mouth, she doesn't like people to say that she is a girl.

The master is more handsome than a man, and his personality is tougher than a man, except for one less thing, where is he not as good as a man?

"How much do you drink?" Pure sneered and poked the last barbecue stick into the collection bag, "When I was mixed on the road, you weren't born yet. ”

The fat man's little eyes narrowed, and his face was full of pride: "Amitabha, monks don't speak." ”

Purity bent down and picked up two bottles of wine and threw one to the fat man.

"This wine has 50 degrees, and whoever pours it first will be compared." Pure and domineering opened the wine bottle, stepped on the chair with one foot, and looked defiant.

The fat man clasped his hands together: "Fat man, I won't go to hell, who will go to hell." Dare to compete with the fat man and me for the amount of alcohol, I can't find a second one in the world! ”

The sound of clanging, clattering wine bottles.

What happened later, no one knows.

When Lao Bai and Lu Zuoyu arrived, only the drunken fat man and the pure man were left on the grass.

Both of them were drunk and drunk...

Pure eyes were in a trance, and Jun's face was slightly red: "Dead fatty, fight with the master?" Convincing or not? ”

The fat man staggered and punched drunk: "I don't accept it, I'm not drunk... The east wind is blowing, the war drums are beating, who is the fat man afraid of drinking? ”

Lu Zuoyu held his forehead and instructed Bai Chen next to him: "Old Bai, send Purity back to the house." ”

Bai Chen: "Me? ”

Lu Zuoyu struggled to help the fat man up, "Of course it's you, I'm a family man." ”