The food stalls full of people were silent.

Brother Dazhi's eyes will be manic, depressed, and chaotic.

The face is even more cloudy.

He turned his head stiffly and looked at Jiang Ling, who had his head down and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Did you hear it just now?" ”

"Huh?"

Gangneung is trying to suppress his inner...

Forget it, Brother Jiang had a showdown, and he burst into laughter in his heart, almost unable to hold back.

"He said I was a soft persimmon and he was going to pinch me." The corners of Brother Dazhi's eyes twitched, and his expression was a little distorted. "Am I a soft persimmon?"

Gangneung took a deep breath of cold air, his expression pretending to be shocked.

After a long time, he frowned and said, "It's hard to say." ”

Brother Dazhi almost flipped the table, it's hard to say, then don't say it!

"It depends on who you compare with."

Can Gangneung not understand the temper of this goods?

"Compare with me." Gangneung gave a thumbs up and began to make up for it. "You're this."

"But if you want to say that you are compared with the world-famous Beimang legend Zhang Xiangbei, it is indeed almost meaningful, a little softer."

"Then why did he say that he picked soft persimmons and pinched them?" If there was no one beside Brother Dazhi, he even raised his hand and pointed at Ye Zhengting very arrogantly.

"He's not wrong."

Jiangling is an honest man, and there is one thing to say: "You asked him to go to General Zhang, and he said that he wanted to pinch soft persimmons." ”

"Compared with General Zhang, you are indeed not tough. Saying that you are a soft persimmon is very reasonable and the logic is very clear. ”

Brother Dazhi froze, his breath disordered.

"It's hard enough to be General Zhang, not ashamed." Jiang Ling finally made up for it, and glanced at Ye Zhengting coldly. "That's your flesh and blood! In our village, we collectively refer to this family atmosphere as the smoke from the ancestral grave! ”

Big Wise took a deep breath and struggled to control his rage.

But his hand holding the wine trembled fiercely.

Brother Dazhi, who has been bullish for most of his life, can't accept this kind of family atmosphere at all.

"Alright." Ye Zhengting put down his wine glass and said with a majestic expression. "Pack all the leftovers and bones on the table and take them away, Beimang is famous for not wasting food."

"Take your mom!"

Brother Dazhi didn't say a word, and flipped the table on the spot: "Lao Tzu is a waste!" You bite me? ”

Can the eighteenth cavalry of Beimang not understand the temper of this goods?

The moment he pouted his buttocks, he ejected violently, afraid that the soup would splash all over.

Brother Dazhi's irritable actions once again pulled the nerves of the generals of the military department present.

All the soldiers stood up one after another and glared at Brother Dazhi.

But before they could take a step, Beimang rode eighteen and set out.

In a group of two, holding a beer collar in his hand, he grinned, and pressed the general of the Eight Tables Military Department with an evil face: "Want to practice? ”

In a flash.

Beimang's eighteen horsemen are monstrous, as if eighteen killing gods.

Even though the generals of the military department were all brave soldiers who had been polished by a hundred battles, they couldn't help frowning and their hearts trembled.

These old things... What the are you all about? It's so wicked!

"What? Want to get your hands dirty? ”

Ye Zhengting lit a cigarette with a flat gaze, and there was no joy or anger on his majestic face.

His eyelids lifted, and he didn't even look at Brother Dazhi: "We'll talk about some military exercises in a while, and major matters related to the country's honor and disgrace." ”

"What level are you, can you listen? Do you dare to listen? ”

"It's not too much to convict you of treason, right?"

Ye Zhengting flicked the cigarette ash expressionlessly, and swept towards Brother Dazhi's eyes, full of anger and resentment.

"Your time has passed." Ye Zhengting stood up slowly, and a majestic coercion that had been in a high position for a long time swept the audience, stirring the hearts of all the military generals present. "Now, I'm in charge here."

Brother Dazhi seems to be arrogant and uninhibited.

But in the depths of his eyes, there was a flash of helplessness as if Brother Monkey was being put on a golden hoop by the little lady of Guanyin.

struggled, waved his hand hard, and said, "Look at your villainous face, you're so cheap!" ”

As soon as he waved his hand, the Beimang Eighteen Cavalry pretended to be exaggerated and relieved, for fear that they would not be able to eat and walk around after beating these important members of the military department.

"Brother, do you want to withdraw first?" Gangneung stepped forward and lowered his voice to persuade. "The heavens will descend on the Si people, and they must be the first..."

"Grass, can you shut your stinky mouth?" Brother Dazhi was furious and glared angrily. "What the are you Tang Seng? Why don't you like to listen to you so much? ”

Gangneung shrugged his shoulders to hide his embarrassment.

Ye Zhengting glanced lightly at the big wise brother who was thunderous but couldn't bear it, and raised his finger and pointed: "Are you still packing for supper?" ”

"I haven't eaten yet, what kind of bag?"

Big-name stalls.

Suddenly, a steady, salty, and untamed voice sounded.

The man was dressed in a custom-made suit, and his leather shoes were shiny.

In order to help his mother tonight, he changed seven or eight sets before he was recognized by the aesthetically picky Xue Bao.

Unexpectedly, I had to help this old thing in the second half of the night.

People are also sons, and they are either cheating on their fathers and mothers, or they are gnawing on their fathers and mothers.

Brother Zhang is different.

He had to let his parents gnaw on him, and he had to be cheated by his parents.

Before anyone could hit WeChat, Ma Meili said that she recognized the bed in prison and couldn't sleep, so she asked Brother Zhang to send her back to prison again, or climb onto the mahjong table and hang herself.

Under the persuasion of both Xue Bao and Kite, Brother Zhang had to run against the cold wind.

Under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes, Zhang Ruoyu paced.

Lift the overturned table, put the beer back on the table, and then press the awkward and aggrieved big brother and sit on the chair.

"Boss, five hundred oysters." Brother Zhang beckoned. "Five ripe, fresh."

After that, he glanced back at Ye Zhengting, who was full of coldness, and said lightly: "You continue to talk about your military exercise secrets, and I'll listen to it." ”

"That's right." Zhang Ruoyu personally opened a bottle of beer for Brother Dazhi, and asked while pouring it. "At my level, I listen to you talk about national affairs and give you some advice, you should be okay, right?"