Chapter 292 Half an hour
Uncle San's cooking skills are really amazing. The stewed pigeon is fragrant but not greasy, tender but not woody. The soup is also very tasty after one sip, and warms your whole body. It is so authentic.
Zhang Xingwang simply couldn't stop drinking. By the time the steward finished his drink, Zhang Xingwang had almost finished the pigeon soup.
As expected, drinking the white wine helped to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis. The manager's fingers finally recovered and he hurriedly scooped up the last bit of soup. After a long time, he finally made a small bowl.
He quickly took a sip, squinted his eyes and smiled at the Third Master in enjoyment, probably deciding to forgive him for the time being.
Zhang Xingwang looked at the arrogant Third Master and the smiling steward, and felt that the Third Master was indeed capable enough to be the leader. However, the friendship between the two brothers lasted only a minute before it was broken again.
The steward grinned and was about to drink the soup when his uncontrollable hand accidentally knocked over the remaining soup in the bowl. Looking at the lonely pigeon meat in the casserole, his heart broke.
The Third Master looked at the steward's tearful eyes and chuckled nonchalantly. Although he said nothing, his smile was full of "it's none of my business". Then he took the initiative to raise his glass and drank a glass with Zhang Xingwang who had just finished eating pigeon meat...
Finally, the steward bought the two cold dishes in a rage, and wolfed them down. It seems that counting money is also a strenuous job. When the steward had almost finished eating, the three of them began to toast each other. Zhang Xingwang was already very satisfied with the meal, so he drank a lot from the two brothers...
The Third Master was indeed an old hand. After being prepared, he was able to handle Zhang Xingwang's attack with ease and even had time to savor the moonlight.
Zhang Xingwang was also furious. It was not because he did not work hard enough, but because the cunning Third Master was too outrageous...
In more than half an hour, the three of them had each drunk more than thirty cups, hardly stopping at all, and their arms were sore from raising the cups.
The problem was that the wine glasses prepared by the Third Master were too small. The bottom of the small wine glasses took up more than half of the glass, and the wine had to be poured by the drop. After drinking 90 glasses, there was still one or two glasses of wine left from the first bottle...
Although I really didn't intend to get the two brothers drunk like last time today, this isn't the way to drink.
After a long time of trying, the Third Master still refused to change the cups, and even laughed at him and asked him to guess whether this set of cups was an object...
Zhang Xingwang had no choice but to fight a protracted war. As a result, within two hours, the full steward had already started snoring, and then was harassed by flies and insects, and shamelessly said that he would sacrifice his life to accompany a gentleman...
The Third Master was drunk today. He took the initiative to drink from the cup and changed his posture from time to time. He drank a cup with great enthusiasm, and then drank another cup with Yue Jingxian. After drinking, he also touched the wine spilled from the corner of his mouth...
Zhang Xingwang's eyes widened as he watched. Wine could be spilled out of such a small cup. He didn't know how the Third Master did it. The craftsmanship of this old man was truly extraordinary.
Zhang Xingwang woke up and found himself lying on the table. It was already dawn. The pot in the yard was gone, but the smell of meat came from the house.
He stretched himself and recalled the scene yesterday when he was watching Third Master drinking. The more he looked at it, the more uncomfortable he felt.
When he could no longer bear it, the alcohol rose to his head and he woke up the dozing manager with a slap. Finally...
In the end, he seemed to be holding a bottle of wine in a very arrogant manner, and posed like Qiao Feng in front of the shocked gazes of the two old brothers. Although he suppressed the image of the Third Master as a master with nothing but appearance in every way, his vision gradually blurred afterwards...
After reminiscing, he rubbed his swollen head, glanced at the table, and found that the wine glasses and dishes were still there. After making sure that he did not do anything outrageous after drinking too much, he walked into the house.
After entering the room, I saw the two brothers staring with bloodshot eyes, pretending to drink tea.
Seeing the two of them living a peaceful life together made me regret it. I also listened to the two brothers chatting:
"Young people are good, they go to bed whenever they want..."
"Who said it wasn't? Fortunately, he is not like my grandson, who can hold things..."
Zhang Xingwang felt that the situation was hopeless. After all, it was already daybreak. Even if he wanted to kill the enemy, he was powerless to do anything about it.
I could only remain silent, and angrily picked up the two sacks on the table, put the almost cold pork and pork offal into the sacks, and turned around and left with the two sacks on my shoulders...
He just left the house and then retreated back. After putting down the sack, he quietly took out six bottles of medicine and 16 or 17 pounds of pork and put them on the table. After thinking for a while, he took another bottle of medicine. Only then did he reluctantly regain his smile, snorted at the two brothers, and walked away with the sack on his shoulder...
The hands of the two old brothers who were drinking tea also stopped in mid-air, their eyes fixed on the medicine on the table. After a long time, the Third Master said in a deep voice:
"I stewed the meat all night yesterday, and I'm the older brother..."
"Alas... we were so busy yesterday, my hands aren't working properly anymore..."
"You slept half an hour longer than me..."
"I counted the money twice and didn't even drink two sips of soup..."
"You slept half an hour too long!"
"I have to keep an eye on the yellow croaker these days. Sigh... It's a hard life. I don't know if my old bones can bear it..."
"A full half hour!"
It was already dawn when Zhang Xingwang returned home. He knocked on his second sister's door and asked his second brother-in-law to help him pass a message to his eldest brother, saying that he had to go out on a business trip this morning.
Liu Junming originally wanted to persuade his brother-in-law not to go too far, but then he remembered Xiao Zhou's complaints that filled the entire unit yesterday. He agreed and said that he would definitely pass on the message, then prepared to wash up and go out.
When I got back to the doorstep of my home, I thought for a moment, took out a sack, and put about ten pounds of braised meat in it before entering the house.
When she found that everyone in the family except the little girl had gotten up, the fourth sister rushed over and asked her brother in a crying voice where he had gone yesterday.
Not only did he not come home at night, he was also drunk. His expression and tone were like interrogating a woman who went out to have sex. Needless to say, he must have read some idle books.
As she was talking, her attention shifted to the sack on Zhang Xingwang's back, and then she suddenly said that it must be very hard for her brother to go out to work, and as a younger sister, she should be more considerate of her brother. She immediately went to get some water for washing and asked if she could take some to school...
The eldest sister also said seriously that she should try to take her with her when she goes out at night, so that she can help him if he is in danger...
Just as he was talking excitedly, he saw Wang Xiulan carrying water for washing her face. Without saying a word, he turned around and went to work.
Wang Xiulan was so angry that she shouted frantically from behind and threatened:
"If you have the guts, don't come back..."
After dealing with his unhappy mother, scolding his fourth sister and telling her to read less indecent books and denying her idea of packing up the sack and taking it away, Zhang Xingwang casually put the sack on the table and went back to sleep.
