Song Hongbing brought beer and soda. When he saw the dishes on the table, he sniffed and said with a bit of regret, "If I had known, I would have brought a bottle of Maotai."
Good food must be paired with good wine, otherwise wouldn’t it be a waste?
Zhao Zhenhua smiled and said, "Drinking beer makes you more happy, and you don't have to worry about being drunk and uncomfortable. Come on, come on, fill it all up..."
A bottle of wine could just fill three ceramic cups. Zhao Zhenhua's main task today was to accompany Huo Minglou and Song Hongbing, and always kept a polite distance from Han Ying.
She was naturally greeted by Song Hongguo, "Do you drink beer or soda?"
Han Ying asked her, "What about you?"
Song Hongguo's drinking capacity in her previous life was just okay, and she didn't need a few bottles of beer. She just didn't know what her body was like, so she said very conservatively, "I'll have a taste."
Han Ying said angrily, "Whatever you drink, I drink."
Song Hongbing teased, "No one cares about you when you're drunk."
Han Ying rolled her eyes at him, "Take care of yourself first. If you dare to act drunk later, haha..."
Song Hongbing choked up immediately. He was a typical person who was addicted to food and liked to drink, but he didn't have the capacity to drink. He would get drunk after drinking a little too much. He had made jokes before, so Han Ying had the opportunity to laugh at him.
Song Hongguo didn't know about this and didn't ask. After opening the soda for the three children, she picked up the wine glass and didn't say anything sensational. She just said, "Everyone is welcome to come and play at home. Don't worry." You’re welcome, make sure you eat and drink well.”
After saying that, she did it first as a sign of respect.
Of course, I didn't dare to take a sip of it. I took a few sips, but I didn't feel any physical discomfort. As for the taste of beer, it seemed to be more mellow compared to later generations.
The local wine table culture is like this. The host brings the wine first, usually three times, but for light drinkers, one time is enough. The next step is to accompany the guests. Not everyone can do this job, and not only the drinker must be good. , and you must be able to talk well. If you have a bad drinker, the guests will not be happy. If you are clumsy, the guests will feel that they are being treated poorly. Therefore, only people who are very good at troubleshooting can be assigned to take this job. This is also a pretty job. People will feel that they have a long face.
Zhao Zhenhua is now considered experienced in many battles. In the past, whenever there was a happy event in the village, most of them would invite him to accompany the guests. He has long been familiar with this. But today, the person accompanying him is not the rough old man in the countryside, so he has to cheer up.
I'm afraid that I'm too local and have no knowledge, causing jokes and losing face to my cousin.
However, the development of things was beyond his expectation. Everyone's attention was not on the wine, but on the food. He thought about all the words, but he just didn't use them. The tricks he used to persuade people to drink in the past were even less effective. Room to play.
For a moment, he felt a little melancholy, okay, actually, he was more concerned about eating food than drinking. If he hadn't been tasked with accompanying guests, he would have taken off his chopsticks and grabbed it.
Song Hongbing ate the most unceremoniously, peeling off the shrimp shells with smooth hands, hissing and inhaling without stopping, "The taste of this crayfish is absolutely amazing. I have been thinking about it for days, and finally I can eat it." Already..."
Zhao Zhenhua nodded in agreement, chewing one in his mouth and unable to spare any time to speak.
Han Ying was chewing on the pig's trotters, not caring about the image anymore, "I think this one is more delicious, soft and waxy, not fishy or greasy at all, what do you do with red fruit?"
Song Hongguo gave the two children some dishes that were a little far away from them and gave her a general explanation of the process of the dish.
After hearing this, Han Ying gave up and said, "Forget it, I'm better suited to eating than cooking."
Song Hongbing sneered and said, "Then you will have to find someone who can cook in the future."
Han Ying went back unconvinced and said, "As long as I have the red fruit."
Song Hongbing smiled evilly and said, "Have you asked Minglou for his opinion?"
Han Ying also had the intention of joking, and asked Huo Minglou pretending to be serious, "Huo Gong, from now on I will come to your house to eat, will you kick me out?"
Huo Minglou swallowed the fish fillet in his mouth and said very naturally, "From now on, the red fruit will have the final say in the house."
The implication is that as long as Song Hongguo nods, he won't care.
Han Ying was stuffed with a mouthful of dog food and rolled her eyes. She didn't want to talk anymore, so she might as well eat hard. Isn't the food delicious? Why couldn't she think about it just now?
Song Hongbing gave Huo Minglou a thumbs up, then turned to Song Hongguo and winked, "Dr. Song, our Minglou is so honest, you have to treat him better in the future."
When he didn't know how to answer the question, he just smiled. Song Hongguo smiled and used serving chopsticks to pick up food for him, "Don't just eat shrimps, try this spicy chicken too."
"Okay, okay..." After Song Hongbing was satisfied with the crayfish, he was curious about the plate of chicken.
Man Yuan took a good bite and kept praising Song Hongguo, "Cousin, why is your fried chicken so fragrant? It's so delicious..."
"If it tastes good, eat more."
Song Hongguo gave him two pieces. Seeing Huo Minglou holding down his chopsticks to the pot of pickled fish, he asked, "Do you like this?"
Huo Minglou nodded. With Zhao Zhenhua, his mother's family, he was very reserved, "Is this dish called pickled fish?"
Song Hongguo said "Yeah". Seeing that he was serious and didn't dare to look around, she felt that she had regained the feeling when they first met. She couldn't help but laugh in her heart, "What I do is not very authentic, so you can just make do with it." Eat."
Hearing this, Huo Minglou said without thinking, "I won't give in at all. I think what you cook is more delicious than the authentic one. I like the taste of what you cook."
These words were both subtle and subtle, and straightforward. After he finished speaking, the scene fell silent instantly.
Song Hongguo coughed strategically.
Zhao Zhenhua was the first to react and said with a smile, "Huo Gong, what you said is so right. Although I have never eaten this authentic pickled fish, so I don't know how it tastes, but I just don't think it can compare to what my cousin makes. My cousin's cooking skills can be used even in restaurants in the city. There is no one in these ten miles and eight villages who can cook better than my cousin. My future cousin-in-law will be very lucky..."
After hearing this, Huo Minglou just said, "Well, I think so too."
Zhao Zhenhua, "..."
Should he feel gratified by this heroic expression that looks the same as a hero?
Song Hongbing didn't hold back at this moment and burst into laughter.
Han Ying's shoulders were shaking, and he couldn't even chew the pig's trotters.
Song Hongguo raised the corners of her lips and greeted everyone to eat food and drink as if nothing had happened. Only then did she put the matter aside. Zhao Zhenhua made a joke and the atmosphere became lively again.
The system that had been silent for a long time suddenly bubbled up, "My boyfriend is so cute, he makes me look so cute..."
Song Hongguo asked in surprise, "Why did you come out? Why was there no movement just now?"
The system said quietly, "I was adjusting my mentality just now."
"Um?"
Seeing that she was puzzled, the system said sourly, "The male god comes to your door, why can't you make me jealous?"
Song Hongguo was immediately speechless, "What's so sour about this? Do you think of yourself as your mother-in-law again?"
The system snorted, "I'm just unhappy anyway."
Song Hongguo snorted, "Just hold it in if you don't feel good."
Who else is spoiling you?
system,"……"
