Yuri and Sergey began to drink heartily. From the relaxed and happy expressions of the two of them, I really don't see any signs of unhappiness on their faces, to the simple joy of reuniting old friends.

The Russians sometimes give me the same impression as I feel about Andrei. There are particular contradictions in their personalities.

Externally, they give people an extremely rational impression, and sometimes even make people feel cold-blooded and ruthless. But when they are with their own people, you can see more clearly their passionate, bold, sincere, and simple side. Sometimes it even shows unusual impulsiveness and stubbornness.

I can't remember how many times I've eaten with Sergey, but I didn't think I could be as relaxed as I was today.

I don't know if the enthusiasm of the host infected us, but I think Sergei, who has always behaved elegantly, doesn't seem to have any scruples anymore at the moment. He casually changed glasses with Yuri, and he really didn't stick to any etiquette at all, and it was the first time I had seen Sergei like this.

Yuri, who was slightly drunk, seemed to be so happy that he even put his arm on Sergei's shoulders and began to hum a ditty softly.

Sergey put a large piece of cured pork on the brown bread and took a big bite......

Watch Sergey chew on the white chunk of raw cured pork. I had an upset stomach ache!

Yuri, seeing my reaction, smiled and patted Sergei on the shoulder and said to me:

"See? This is the real Russian lad! ”

Looking at Sergei's munching appearance, I made a stunned expression at Yuri.

"Lina, you have Russian roots, you can try this too!" Yuri said with a smile and pointing to the cured pork on the plate.

"I'd better forget it! I'm not very loyal to any of my bloodlines! I'm still Chinese, but I'm not that fond of spicy food...... I think that probably only Russians of pure blood would dare to eat this! Don't you use this fatty slice of raw meat to verify my Russian roots, right? I replied with a smile.

I thought to myself that maybe it had nothing to do with blood, but I saw that Sergei, who barely knew how to cook, did not refuse anything to eat, and I had not heard of any food that he would not dare to try.

Yuri stared at me and said, "Book bar, shubane."

"Lina Chinese and Russians once defeated the invaders together!"

When I heard this, I wondered if this Yuri had drunk too much, and what reminded him of the invaders? Where is this?

Yuri said as if he had seen through my thoughts:

"Haha, Linna, I didn't drink much. It was your words that reminded me of what my grandfather told me. ”

Sergey and I both raised our heads and listened to him curiously:

"Everyone knows that raw cured pork is a famous dark dish in Russia, but did you know that Germans also like to eat it? My grandfather saw with his own eyes how the German soldiers ate it. Ha ha! Lena said that maybe only Russians with pure blood would dare to eat this thing! But I couldn't have been more wrong. ”

"What your grandfather saw?" Sergey asked

"Yes, you know what? By the time of the Great Patriotic War, the Germans had already fought here. My grandfather was a guerrilla scout at that time. He once saw a couple of German soldiers and didn't know where to grab a large bag. We Russians eat it by cutting it into thin slices and eating it in bread. Do you know how Germans eat? Yuri asked.

We looked at him and shook our heads.

"The German devils also eat it in bread, but they are really bold and cut such thick slices of meat!" Yuri measured an inch of thickness with his fingers.

"Haha, that's so bold, I know Germans like pork, but I didn't expect them to like it so much! Sergey, do you want to try this way too? "I forked a large piece of cured pork with a fork and sent it to Sergey.

"No, no! …… This, Linna, you better spare me! Sergei said with his hands raised and glaring.

"I thought you would dare to eat anything?" I teased

"Hahaha!" Yuri laughed.

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