Time passed minute by minute, the fire under the pot burned more and more, the charcoal burned red, and from time to time there was a crackling sound, and the stars bloomed.

"It seems that the time comes," said old Hans, who seemed to have made up his mind, stooped forward, grasped the handle of the cauldron with one hand, and gently lifted it.

Suddenly, a milky white mist quickly emerged, covering his old face.

Ignoring the mist, everyone stretched their heads over to look around, only to see that pieces of meat, with an attractive luster, happily rolled in the pot, swirling, and the smell of meat entered people's nostrils, which made people have a great appetite.

At this moment, a big hand grabbed chopsticks and touched the pot, stirred it indiscriminately, and then took out a large piece of meat and stuffed it into a small bowl.

"Bob is really one step ahead," they quipped.

I saw that Bao Zhuangshi took the piece of meat, clamped it with chopsticks, stirred it in the chili sauce in the bowl for a while, let it cover it with a layer of bright red color, and then hurriedly stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed vigorously.

"Ho ho~", this meat may still be a little hot, Bob exhaled, but sped up the frequency of chewing, his face suddenly flushed a lot, so many chili peppers can be eaten at once, ordinary people can't stand it.

"Come on, let's start together", Yang Jian also put his chopsticks into the pot, picked up a piece of meat that was not big or small, put it in the seasoning, and mixed it without hurry.

Look at the old Hans, worthy of a good man, he took out a cork sealed glass bottle from the storage ring, which contained some slightly rippling transparent liquid, and the bottle was printed with a small label stamp, with a fancy logo on it and a line of small words below it - "Belmar Erguotou".

Hans smacked his lips, gave him a thumbs-up, and pulled out the cork, and suddenly the strong aroma of wine overflowed, and you can guess that this is probably a kind of strong bar.

"There is wine and meat, it is called a happy life!" , the martial artist rolled up his sleeves and tilted his head to take a bite.

"Smack! Wine! His face was also slightly reddened, and he touched his lips.

"Are you coming?" Hans glanced at the crowd.

"Uncle, give me a taste", Sissi looked at the wine bottle with some curiosity.

"Sissi likes it, then take it, there are many more uncles", Hans rolled his eyes and stuffed the second pot head into the little Lori's hand.

Sissi held the wine bottle, her eyes blinking at the liquid inside, thinking if she should learn from her uncle, and took a sip.

After thinking for more than ten seconds, she finally made up her mind, put her nose to the mouth of the bottle first, and sniffed hard, wanting to understand whether it was good or not.

Sissi only felt an extremely pungent smell penetrate her nose, making her feel as if she was about to suffocate, her little face suddenly turned red, and she couldn't hold the bottle in her hand.

"I said Hans, yours is a high-count wine, and you give it to Sissi to drink, and you are not afraid of problems", Yang Jian glanced at Hans reproachfully.

Looking at the other side, Sissi only felt a whirlwind in her little head, countless little stars swirling in her eyes, and she staggered a few steps.

Seeing this, Yang Jian hurriedly put down the dishes and chopsticks and stepped forward.

"Click", Qian Qian finally lost her strength and poured into Yang Jian's arm, and the wine bottle was splashed everywhere and rolled aside.