This Chinese New Year's Eve dinner can be said to be the least Chinese New Year's Eve meal I have ever eaten in my life. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Don't think I can't cook.

As the saying goes, it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, let alone a clever man like me?

The two bags of ingredients that Fang Shiliang prepared for me, except for the meat is meat, there is no vegetarian dish at all, and in the end, I can only make five meat dishes and a broth for Ya.

This is already the limit of the Northeast Kitchen God, really.

"This kid's cooking tastes good." The evil real person put a chopstick dish in his mouth, chewed it, and his expression was very surprised: "I didn't expect him to have this hand!" ”

"There's so much you don't know." I smiled, with a kind of meaning of offering treasures, and said to it with a smile: "My nickname is the metaphysical little kitchen god, are you .........?"

"Little brute?"

The evil lama suddenly interjected, not to mention how complicated the look was.

I don't know if it was drunk or really misheard, but at that time, it looked me up and down a few times very seriously, and sighed from the bottom of his heart: "Your nickname is very chic." ”

It would be even more chic if I beat you to the brain.

"How are you talking to that over there?"

Fang Shiliang asked me suddenly, and then he took the empty wine jar that was placed on the side, lifted the red cloth lid, and leaned in to take a look.

"Good conversation, what do you want to do?" I looked at him quizzically.

"The bottle is too small, and I don't drink it hard enough." Fang Shiliang said.

As soon as the words fell, he poured all the bottles of Moutai wine in his hand into the big wine jar, and then shook the wine jar a few times, feeling that it was still not enough, so he got up and went outside the house to get the wine.

After about two minutes, the grandson returned, holding two large cardboard boxes in his hands.

"You're rich enough, too." I looked at the words Moutai printed on the two cartons, and couldn't help but sigh: "It is worthy of being an old-timer in our industry, drinking Moutai is measured in ten catties!" ”

"Ten pounds is a fart!"

Fang Shiliang laughed and said: "Lao Tzu is in a good mood today, drink twenty catties, then there is no problem at all." ”

Hearing him say that, I also think he is bragging.

Whether he can drink twenty pounds, I don't know about this, anyway, I haven't seen it.

"Holy shit."

I saw Fang Shiliang pouring bottles of Moutai into the wine jar one after another, and I was really a little frightened, I looked at him with a puzzled face and asked, "You don't really want to drink twenty catties, do you?" What if you drink to death? ”

"If you're dead, you're dead!"

Fang Shiliang laughed, looking like a madman, looking like a drunken maniac.

After he filled the wine jar, he lifted it up, shook it lightly with his hand, and nodded: "There is a seventeen or eighteen pounds, but it should not be full of twenty, let's make do with it first........

As soon as the words fell, the grandson held the wine jar and poured wine into his mouth.

That's a real thing.

I suspect that this grandson's housekeeping skills are drinking.

I saw that the liquor was rumbling into his mouth, and it didn't spread out at all, which shows how powerful his skill is in pouring wine.

After drinking seven or eight sips in a row, Fang Shiliang put down the wine jar and burped.

"Happy!"

Fang Shiliang wiped his mouth, his face full of pleasure.

He turned his head, asked me for a cigarette, and then slowly lit it and asked me, "You call back, is your master there?" ”

"No, I left Guiyang a few months ago." I shook my head: "I don't know exactly what he did, Brother Yi, they don't seem to know, but they must be inseparable from Immortal Mountain." ”

"Immortal Mountain?" Fang Shiliang sneered: "This kind of ghost place, only you will find it." ”

"What do you mean?" I was stunned.

"It's not interesting." Fang Shiliang said, raised the wine jar, poured two more sips of wine, and his expression was very complicated: "I just want to remind you that there are some things, it is better for us ordinary people not to be contaminated, otherwise, there will be a big disaster." ”

"Plagued by catastrophe? Are you talking about Brother Yi like you? I asked, bowing my head and putting a chopstick dish into the bowl.

Fang Shiliang didn't say much, just hummed simply.

"Don't worry, I don't have much of an idea about those things." I smiled and said, "As long as I can live a small life in peace, that's enough." ”

"I believe you when you say that." Fang Shiliang smiled: "I can see that you kid is not greedy, so you will definitely be able to live a nourishing life better than all of us." ”

As he spoke, Fang Shiliang poured me a bowl of wine and patted me on the shoulder.

"Drink!!"

That night, I drank about eight taels of liquor, and my brain was still quite clear, compared to Fang Shiliang's situation of drinking to death, I was already a little troublesome.

When I was a little dazed by drinking, Fang Shiliang had already drunk two-thirds of the liquor in that wine jar.

If I hadn't experienced this firsthand, I'm afraid I wouldn't have believed that this grandson could drink so much!

But if you think about it carefully, you can understand, after all, Fang Shiliang is not an ordinary person, and his stomach structure must be different from ours.

If we had been on top of us and drank so much alcohol, we would have been in the hospital.

...........

Wait until one or two o'clock in the evening.

Evil lamas, reckless Chitose, and evil people.

They didn't mean to stay here longer, they left one after another after eating and drinking, which provoked Fang Shiliang to scold the street vigorously, scolding them for having no conscience, and leaving him behind after a meal.

And these big brothers didn't mean to talk back, they laughed, pretended not to hear Fang Shiliang's words, chattered, and left leisurely.

After a while, there was silence in the stone house.

Fang Shiliang didn't scold the street anymore, holding the empty wine jar, his head swayed, as if he was about to fall asleep.

"Brother...... Aren't you uncomfortable? I leaned against the wall, sitting cross-legged with a cigarette in my mouth: "Aren't you afraid of alcohol poisoning after drinking so much?" ”

"Chinese New Year! Glad! Fang Shiliang smacked his lips, his mouth was full of wine, his voice was very loud, and he seemed to be a little excited: "Lao Tzu is happy!" Do you understand?? ”

"I understand." I nodded: "I'm also happy for the New Year." ”

"! You know the!! ”

Fang Shiliang was like crazy, probably because he drank too much, and he was crazy with me when he held the wine jar: "Lao Tzu is not happy!" ”

"You...... Didn't you say you were happy........" I didn't react at the time, and asked him in a daze.

"Happy fart! My family is dead! Even my wife is buried in that mound! How do you make me happy?! ”

From the time I met Fang Shiliang, until now, I have never seen him emotionally disturbed like this.

At that time, he cried directly, really, this is not an exaggeration at all, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I'm afraid I wouldn't have believed such a thing.

"Lao Tzu was thrown down by them! No one wants to take me away!! ”

Fang Shiliang sat on the ground like a child, holding the wine jar with one hand and covering his face with the other, and tears fell down his face.

I only heard him crying and shouting: "I also want someone to accompany me for the New Year!" But this mountain ...... No! I'm not even a person anymore!! ”

"Brother Fang, don't be sad, isn't this with me with you?" I walked over, squatted beside Fang Shiliang, patted him on the back, and comforted.

But what I never expected was that this grandson was like crazy, and without thinking about it, he slapped me on the shoulder and knocked me over.

"You?! You're a fart!! Fang Shiliang burst into tears and shouted like a madman: "I want my family to accompany me!" I want my wife to accompany me!! Now it's just you!! Why do you make Lao Tzu happy?!! ”

Fang Shiliang roared, got up from the ground, and looked left and right.

Before I could react, the grandson ran out of the gate without warning, like crazy.

I didn't dare to think about it at all, for fear that something would happen to this grandson, so I followed him out in a hurry. (In hindsight, nothing happened to him.) ）

As soon as I went out, I saw Fang Shiliang standing in front of his grave, motionless looking at the tombstone engraved with his name.

"Brother Fang!! It's cold outside!! You come back and rest first........"

Before I could finish my sentence, the grandson swooped out, ran behind the grave bag, and slammed his fist on the grave bag.

Originally, I thought he was going crazy and smashing his grave to get angry, but what I didn't expect was when Fang Shiliang withdrew his hand from the grave bag........

His palm, which had been empty just now, was now clenching a sword.

It was a sword wrapped in gray cloth.

Judging from the overall shape, this sword is very different from ordinary swords, and it looks like it has a mellow taste, and I always feel as if I have seen this kind of sword somewhere.......

This......

How is it a bit like a copper coin sword........

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