As the saying goes, you can’t help but talk about anything.
Because I ate some roasted kidneys after the last blind date.
I have been obsessed with that taste for the past two days.
In fact, you can’t blame me for this.
After all, that stuff is really delicious.
Roasted dry and sizzling with oil.
Sprinkle these seasonings with cumin.
That little fragrance, let alone the kid next door.
Even the second uncle next door is crying.
So under this premise.
I started chatting with two old fritters when I went to work today.
In the end, it’s okay if I don’t mention this.
When they heard about roasted kidneys, these two wise men actually got so damn excited.
He also said that since coming to this office, everyone has not had dinner together.
Why don't we all have a little barbecue together after get off work today to connect with each other?
As soon as I heard this, my scalp went numb.
After all, I do understand these two wise human beings.
She's stingy, lazy, and damn loves to drink.
Go to a barbecue with them.
What will happen when these two grandsons deliberately drink too much without paying for it?
Aren’t I the one who will pay for it then?
Thinking of this, I subconsciously wanted to refuse.
But at this moment, the stubborn supervisor actually heard it.
When my grandson heard that we were going to have a barbecue tonight, he was extremely excited.
He also said that there is no chance of losing the chain, and he must participate tonight.
As soon as I heard this, I was speechless.
In desperation, it was three to one, plus I really wanted to eat roasted kidneys.
He had to reluctantly agree.
So after get off work, the four of us took a taxi and went straight to the local barbecue street.
After arriving at the place, we found a relatively famous barbecue stall.
As soon as he sat down, the wise man who often searched for aphrodisiacs on the Internet waved his hand.
He said loudly: "Boss, here are ten big kidneys, plus a set of donkey treasures (donkey whip + donkey eggs)!"
When I heard this, I was dumbfounded.
I have endured this grandson’s search for aphrodisiacs on the Internet.
As a result, eating barbecue is also very sexy.
No need for meat skewers, tendons, or anything else.
Come up first, get one set and go down three lanes.
Thinking of this, I regretted coming with this grandson.
However, this is not the most outrageous thing.
When he finished shouting this, the boss came up with an apologetic look and said that there was no more donkey treasure.
As he spoke, he pointed to a table of aunties not far away and said that they had ordered donkey treasure.
When I heard this, I couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.
Damn, thank you auntie...
If they hadn't acted righteously.
I might have to eat this tonight...
And just when I let out a long sigh of relief.
I suddenly found that the supervisor next to me was staring at the aunt at the table.
During this period, his eyes kept darting around, as if he was expecting something.
I didn't pay much attention when I saw this.
Wait until the boss delivers the baked donkey treasure to the aunt's table.
The grandson said quietly: "Hey, it turns out they are sliced..."
There was still a hint of disappointment in his words.
It was as if hope had been lost.
Seeing the disappointed look on my grandson's face, I couldn't help but suddenly realize.
At the same time, he cast a contemptuous look at him.
Even eating a barbecue can make you think in an eccentric way.
This grandson is gone.
So after adding some more skewers, our four-person dinner party officially began.
It was all pretty normal at first.
Everyone talked about work and other things, and they were more restrained.
But after two ounces of white wine, the wisdom of the two began.
A man patted me on the shoulder and taught me the philosophy of life and various principles.
This is pretty good...
The other one is a braggart who has nothing to do with the world.
Or say that he served as a soldier in Jiamusi, Northeast China, when he was 17 years old.
Or say how much darkness of human nature I have seen when I was in society.
Then there is the glorious history of our own health care.
The guy spoke on the phone.
Its content and material can be used to write an urban war god novel.
Under the attack of the philosophy of life on the left and the urban pressure on the right.
I feel like crying without tears.
The only good thing is that the supervisor doesn't drink.
Otherwise I will collapse in this scene tonight.
Finally, the barbecue ended with the two wise men getting drunk.
When the supervisor and I sent the two of them home, it was already 11:30 in the middle of the night...
Looking at the time on the watch, I couldn't help but shed tears of regret...
What the hell are you doing with those two words when I have nothing to do...
At the same time, I would like to remind everyone that you can just enjoy whatever you like.
Never let your colleagues know...
After all, who knows what my colleagues will turn it into...
