After a long time, Silan let go of Zhang Jing.
"What's the matter with you today?"
"I like hunting," Zhang Jing introduced, "but my marksmanship is terrible, so I want to learn mortar shooting."
"No problem," Silan said, "I'll teach you."
"Okay," Zhang Jing invited smoothly, "When I learn how to do it, we will go hunting together."
"OK."
Because of the different cultures, Zhang Jing said it was neither serious nor serious, but Silan thought it was a formal invitation and was already looking forward to the hunting story.
Hood Kenita stood next to him with a dark expression on his face, and the man and woman were openly and openly holding hands in front of him, secretly hiding in the cabin.
At this time, a four-wheel all-terrain vehicle drove out of the garage, and it was Slan's father.
A strong white man who is about 1.9 meters tall and looks burly and powerful.
When he saw Zhang Jing, he was slightly startled and said hello, "Long time no see."
"Long time no see, Mr. Walsh, how are you doing?" Zhang Jing asked in greeting.
"It wasn't a good idea," Walsh shrugged as he sat in the car, "but it makes me happy that you're here. How about we have a drink tonight?"
"Okay," Zhang Jing said politely, "I have prepared gifts for you and Miss Silan."
While talking, Zhang Jing returned to the car and took out a box of 12 bottles of farm-produced Riesling from the trunk.
Walsh took the white wine, "This is great, but I prefer whiskey. Can you do that?"
How could a man say no? Zhang Jing nodded heavily.
Walsh was in a good mood and looked at Hood, "Mr. Hood, I plan to go to the boundary of the shooting range. You come with me."
Hood Kenita was unwilling, but couldn't refuse, or had no choice but to leave.
There was no one else, Slan smiled like sunshine, "Let's go to the shooting range."
It's an embarrassing thing. The operation of the mortar is relatively simple. Zhang Jing focuses on learning aiming and maintenance.
Arrive at ten o'clock and learn how to use a mortar at two o'clock in the afternoon, including an hour for lunch.
"When will you take me hunting?" In the shooting range, under the sunshade net, the heroic Silan Maverick looked into Zhang Jing's eyes and asked expectantly.
"Is there anywhere I can hunt near here?"
"Yes," Silan introduced, "to the north of the shooting camp is the state capital land, where there are wild donkeys, rabbits, and wild wolves that can be hunted;
The hare is free, and the other two indicators are 100 meters each. "
"Going the day after tomorrow?" Zhang Jing tried to ask.
Silan nodded slightly, tucked his messy hair behind his ears, and asked in an uncertain tone: "How is Miss Ding doing lately?"
After the shooting, Lance met Ding Jiaqi when Zhang Jing was in the hospital, so the two knew each other.
"She's pretty good."
"Are you married?"
"No," Zhang Jing explained, "I have several girlfriends, so I won't get married."
"How many?" Slan's beautiful eyes widened a bit.
Looking at Silan, Zhang Jing chuckled, "Isn't this normal?"
"Um..." Silan's heart was pounding, worried that Zhang Jing would be gone for a long time, so he bravely asked: "Do you mind having another girlfriend?"
Looking at Silan, Zhang Jing had a faint smile on his face, "I don't mind, can you convince others?"
"Okay," Silan said with a blushing face and looking into Zhang Jing's eyes, "It must be no problem!"
Zhang Jing stretched out his hand forward.
When it came to him, Silan suddenly felt a little shy. He stretched out his hand and closed his eyes at the same time.
Looking at the woman's plump lips, Zhang Jing just held her hand and got into the car together, returning to the entrance of the camp together.
Mr. and Mrs. Walsh, as well as Slan's brother and sister-in-law, are preparing for a dinner party.
The main meal of the party is roast meat, roast turkey, ham, roast potatoes, roast peppers, and condensed milk tomato soup.
The wine was whiskey and white wine brought by Zhang Jing.
Because the whole family is
He's a big man and he drinks very hard.
Mr. Walsh and his son, Junior Walsh, drank 40% whiskey like water. Zhang Jing was lucky to have Mithril Space, otherwise he would not be able to drink them.
Even Mrs. Walsh and her daughter-in-law can drink it with terrifying force.
The poor supporting character Hood was silenced in the first ten minutes.
"Zhang Jing," Mrs. Walsh, who was broad and fat, asked, holding up her wine glass, "Is it true that two robbers were shot dead on the highway, and the captain and first mate were shot dead?"
Zhang Jing nodded.
"I've seen the news about you in Bangzi," Mrs. Walsh said again, "Is it true that people were rescued on the boat?"
Embarrassed, Zhang Jing nodded, "Really."
"Then you're not married yet," Mrs. Walsh asked pointedly. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Yes," Zhang Jing admitted generously, "there are several fixed ones."
Zhang Jing took the initiative to admit it, and he admitted it very happily.
The family looked at each other silently, not surprised at all.
Originally, the family planned to marry He Silan and Zhang Jing because her situation was too special and she was too attractive to men.
In ancient times, Silan could attract two monarchs to beat the stick.
Therefore, the family has been carefully protecting her, but this is not a long-term solution. Finding a man who can protect her and getting married is the long-term solution.
It was obvious that Zhang Jing was the person worthy of entrustment.
But, it’s really too expensive!
Seeing the expressions of the family in his eyes, Zhang Jing could not defend himself. Silan was indeed too special.
To be tall, be tall.
Be good-looking and handsome.
To have a good figure, the key is that she is not fat, the meat is all from cows.
To sum up, Silan is more like a woman from an anime, with an exaggerated and perfect figure that explodes.
Just as the atmosphere gradually solidified, Silan took the initiative to break the silence, "I have decided to be with Zhang Jing, and I hope you will bless me."
Everyone, including the big Walsh father and son, looked at Slan.
"This is not a good idea." Mrs. Walsh warned Zhang Jing and reminded her daughter:
"Although it is very common on TV, it is not common in real life. We are just ordinary people. I can't accept it."
Zhang Jing was embarrassed, neither sitting nor standing. He wanted to make a few excuses for himself, but didn't say anything.
"I have decided." Silan said with certainty.
Mrs. Walsh looked at the head of the family.
"This is so unexpected," the big Mr. Walsh complained to Zhang Jing:
"Although I know you are very popular among young girls, I didn't expect you to be so popular. Why didn't I get this kind of treatment when I was young?"
Unexpectedly, Mr. Walsh, who looks the strongest and strongest, is a very humorous person.
However, Zhang Jing didn't know how to answer the call.
It's not good to be modest or to back up, so I had an idea and said humorously: "Maybe it's because I'm Asian."
Because the old fool invited an Asian boy band into Bai's palace, there was a trend, and Asians suddenly became very popular. Z.br>
Mr. Walsh nodded, knowing in his heart that the facts could not be changed. He found a step for himself and said:
"I will exchange Silan with you. Please leave a positive review in Chinese for the shooting camp on Yelp. Be sure to use Chinese. I know you are all rich people."
Yelp is similar to Longguo Dianping.
Zhang Jing didn't know how to answer the question. The difference between Eastern and Western parents, or perhaps the Eastern and Western cultures, was really huge.
Using your daughter in exchange for a five-point review is just humorous, but it also illustrates the vastly different cultures.
(Newbie, new book, please give five points of praise, thank you, old man.)
