"Lao Bei, sister-in-law Bei, really go out for a night beer?" Lao Liu is a chef with a big head and a thick neck, Zhang Chunli can still cope with it when she sells strings of incense, but she is not a professional chef after all, and when she expanded her business and opened a hot pot restaurant, she specially invited Lao Liu to come, Lao Liu's craftsmanship is not good but not bad, the biggest feature is that he is honest and down-to-earth, and he has been working in the sister-in-law hot pot restaurant for three years!

"What are you dreaming about!" Zhang Chunli laughed and scolded him into the back kitchen again: "We are the ones who open the restaurant ourselves, what are we going out to eat?" Lao Liu, you put the leftover dishes together, let's open in a while! ”

"Didn't Lao Bei say it......" Lao Liu protested in a low voice, it is impossible for the guests to smooth out every dish when they eat hot pot, and the rest of the meat and vegetables are put together, which is a meal for them.

"What did I say?" Bei Youfu lay on the counter and pressed the calculator a few times, and asked shamelessly.

You're a couple of two! Lao Liu was also drunk, shaking his head and just about to enter, a person suddenly walked in at the door, and as soon as this person came in, the lively hot pot restaurant was cold.

"Welcome!" Zhang Chunli habitually shouted first, and after shouting, she felt that something was wrong with this person.

She subconsciously looked at this person, only to see that he was wearing a dark blue Japanese kimono that did not match the style of Yamashiro's painting at all, with a black feather weave on the outside, white socks under his feet and a pair of clogs, and a long and a short Japanese samurai sword on his waist, and when he looked at his face, his face was pale and old-fashioned like a zombie, and he even shaved a retro moon head!

Zhang Chunli was stunned, and couldn't help but stammer: "Pick, pick, cut to death?" ”

After all, Shancheng is an international metropolis in western China, and middle-aged people like Zhang Chunli have also seen cosplay, and there are also cosplay into Lu Luxiu's sister and COS into a man who doesn't know the fire dance to eat hot pot, but they are all young people in their teens and twenties, and it is really the first time to see an uncle in his forties like this.

Who to kill? The zombie-faced warrior was confused at that time, his Huaxia level was worse than that of a kindergarten child, so he couldn't understand what Zhang Chunli was saying, and after two seconds of silence, he also stammered:

"Hungry, wait, kinky!"

What are you hungry for? Zhang Chunli, Bei Youfu and Lao Liu were all stunned: could he really be Japanese?

After saying these three words, he probably exhausted the energy of the zombie-faced samurai, and he didn't say anything more, but found a table facing the gate and sat down, facing the door, with a serious expression, and sat upright.

"Hello, would you rather eat red soup or mandarin ducks?" Zhang Chunli dutifully stepped forward to ask, the zombie-faced warrior didn't raise his eyelids, stared at the gate coldly, and said word by word: "Sleep, poop!" ”

"Let's make red soup! If you come to our mountain city, if you don't eat red soup, it is equal to nothing! Zhang Chunli said and handed the order menu to the zombie-faced warrior, and then found a pen and handed it to him to tick the order menu.

"Nani?" The zombie face of the zombie-faced warrior twitched one by one, and he looked at the words on the menu very familiarly, but he didn't know it when they were combined, but he didn't come to eat, he waved his hand to Zhang Chunli decisively: "Cloth!" ”

"No ordering...... Soup, huh? Zhang Chunli was also drunk, so she could only look at her husband for help.

Bei Youfu came over with a crutch, and he couldn't speak Japanese, so he could only ask the zombie-faced samurai: "Chop oil, die, dismantle the rebel?" ”

Zombie-faced samurai: "??? ”

"He doesn't speak English, so he can't communicate!" Bei Youfu helplessly spread his hands at Zhang Chunli.

"What then?" Zhang Chunli looked embarrassed: "Where can I find a Japanese translator for him!" ”

"Pull it down! How much is a hot pot, is it worth hiring a translator? Bei Youfu waved his hand: "Forget it, let's eat it ourselves, I guess he will know how to order when he sees it!" ”

"Okay!" Zhang Chunli thought that she could only do this, so she beckoned Lao Liu Ma'er to bring the hot pot up.

Lao Liu's craftsmanship is really not very good, but it is better than an authentic, hot pot on the stove, steaming, sea pepper pepper in the boiling oil so churning, the pungent fragrance burst out at once!

Pei Youfu, Zhang Chunli, and Lao Liu sat down around the hot pot together, and put the fat cow, pork belly, hairy tripe, crispy sausage, crab meat stick, bean skin, and enoki mushroom...... threw it into the hot pot in one go, and then opened two bottles of Lao Shancheng, Bei Youfu and Lao Liu touched the bottle and blew it on their mouths first:

"Comfort!"

Picking up the pork belly and stuffing it into his mouth, chewing it fragrantly, Bei Youfu gestured to the zombie-faced samurai: "Do you want to eat?" ”

Such a simple words coupled with gestures The zombie-faced warrior certainly understood, but his Adam's apple squirmed, and he shook his head with a gloomy face:

I, Nobita Ono, will die, die outside, die on the street, and will never eat the opponent's things!

Bei Youfu shrugged his shoulders with Zhang Chunli and Lao Liu: "This person is really weird, what do you say he is here for?" ”

"Who knows?" Zhang Chunli kindly glanced at Nobita Ono, and sandwiched a duck intestine in the hot pot: "Forget it, if he is willing to sit there, let him sit, let's eat ours!" ”

……

"Dad, Mom, I'm back!" Bei Long happily pushed open the door of the hot pot restaurant, and then was stunned by the scene in front of him, only to see his parents, parents and Lao Liu actually sat in front of the hot pot with a Japanese swordsman wearing a Japanese kimono and shaving his head in the moon, eating hot pot lively, when he walked in, his father happened to be holding a bottle of Lao Shancheng, beckoning Lao Liu and the Japanese swordsman to go!

The Japanese swordsman ate his mouth full of oil, and chewed enoki mushrooms in his mouth, so he picked up the old mountain city to touch them, and then Beilong appeared at the door of the hot pot restaurant, and the Japanese swordsman was immediately frozen as if he had been pointed......

It's embarrassing......

"Xiaolong, why did you come back so soon!" Zhang Chunli hated that iron could not be made of steel, so she got up and pulled Bei Long to fill a stool and sit down, and asked with a gossip on her face: "How is it?" How far have you got? ”

The corners of Bei Long's mouth twitched twice concealedly, my mother's Japanese swordsman has come to the door, you are pulling people to eat hot pot together, and asking me gossip in front of others, will it be a little too big?

As the so-called cannibalistic mouth is short and the hand is short, the Japanese swordsman glanced at Bei Long with a weak heart: or ...... Eat and then fight?

Find someone to fight and eat and drink! Beron looked at him with disdain: I have never seen such a brazen person!

The old Japanese swordsman lowered his head with a flushed face, and stuffed his belly tightly with chopsticks in his mouth: Well, it's so fragrant!

[This is the second chapter of the Emperor Alliance of the Peak]