1026: C1026 Ten Pounds Ten Pounds

C1026 Ten Pounds Ten Pounds

This hotpot restaurant in the alley had two specialties, except for the base material carefully stir-fried by Aunt Zhang's original recipe, and the rough brewing process, the burning knife that could make one's entire chest burn if swallowed in one gulp.

This was originally what Aunt Zhang brewed for herself to drink. She did not drink too much and only took a small sip every time. She did not sleep more than five yuan, just so that she could sleep more comfortably.

Later on, a few construction workers came over to the restaurant to fight later. Coincidentally, the bottled liquor in the hotpot restaurant was sold out. Aunt Zhang enthusiastically took out her crude cooking knife and let the few workers taste it for free. She wanted to warm their bodies.

In the end, these workers were drunk for three days and three nights in a row. Aunt Zhang even took the initiative to compensate for the missed work fee.

In the future, many people would come over after hearing her name. They would like to see how fierce this kind of white wine that could make people drunk for three days and three nights was.

However, most of them returned in defeat and directly broke the film after drinking it.

Until Yang Xuan arrived.

Aunt Zhang was dumbfounded when she saw this young man finish so many bowls in a row. Before he left, other than his slightly flushed face, there was nothing else.

Adding the fact that the hotpot here tasted really good, Yang Xuan became a frequent customer here and slowly became familiar with Aunt Zhang.

"Oh, it seems that there is another Wine God today."

Aunt Zhang smiled as she looked at the white-faced young man, who was several levels more handsome than Yang Xuan, and said with a smile, "There are two of them, a total of five kilograms, and an average of five kilograms per person."

"I have to say this first. If I can still leave after drinking, I will not take any money for the wine and dishes today."

"However, if I fall in my shop, I will be too careless. If something happens the next day, you can't blame me."

The people at the tables around them burst into laughter.

As long as Aunt Zhang wasn't too stupid, she could tell what Aunt Zhang was talking about.

Besides, the customers who often visited this restaurant all knew that Aunt Zhang was not only kind and kind, but also had a special affection for the white noodles and the fresh meat.

Those white-faced young men who had had experience drinking broken films in her restaurant would soon be able to inexplicably drive a car that was neither expensive nor cheap. Some of them would even have a famous watch of unknown origin on their wrists.

As for what happened during the period of drinking broken films, no one except Aunt Zhang and a few people involved could explain it clearly.

But everyone could guess it with 100% certainty.

Facing Aunt Zhang's undisguised meaningful gaze, the white-faced young man was not angry. He smiled gently and said, "Please find two bigger bowls."

Therefore, on that day, a scene that people loved to talk about appeared in the hot pot restaurant in the alley.

Aunt Zhang, who rarely repaired the side paintings, changed into a green qipao that was almost burst by her fat. A string of pearl necklaces hung around her neck, and each one of them was the size of peanuts.

There was a large yellow and white bracelet on her wrist, which was painted with eyes, and a thick layer of unevenly spread powder on her face. The lipstick on her lips made her feel like she was drinking human blood in horror movies.

She sat on the counter and knocked on melon seeds from time to time, making a "charming" gesture, and hung a sign "Close Today" at the entrance of the hotpot store.

Two young men around the age of 25 or 26 used two rough clay bowls and bowls to pour the scalding knife nicknamed "Pour in one mouthful" into their stomachs.

After 10 catties, it was another 10 catties.

"Aunt Zhang, I'm sorry. Looks like I'll have to freeload on you today."

Yang Xuan wiped his lips and said with a smile.

The white-faced young man took out a few large notes and placed them on the table. He looked at Aunt Zhang, who looked surprised and desolate, and said with a smile, "The wine is not bad, thank you."

After saying that, the two young men walked out of the store with steady steps.

Aunt Zhang, who had a lonely look on her face, froze for a long time. She hurriedly rushed out of the store from behind the counter, with the last trace of hope in her heart.2

When the two young men walked out of the end of the alley with steady steps, Aunt Zhang suddenly spat fiercely at the ground, "If I were 20 years younger, humph! Humph! "

It was not like people in the pugilistic world did not drink.

Since ancient times, Vigilante A, who had some reputation in the pugilistic world, had a surprisingly good alcohol tolerance.

There were also many who were not talented enough. No matter how hard they trained, if they were a ranger who was destined to be unable to reach the Elegant Hall with just their martial arts, they would be able to drink a lot with their alcohol tolerance.

If they did not have enough martial arts, they would be able to drink well.

However, in the end, these rangers who did not have the life of a hero but had the dream of a hero realized that drinking wine was much more difficult than practicing martial arts.

Heroes didn't have to be able to drink alcohol first before they had the skills.

When one's cultivation reached a certain level, no matter if it was the body or spirit, it would be greatly improved.

If one was in a good mood, two mouthfuls of red would be enough to quench one's thirst, let alone alcohol.

The first thing a hero did when they first met was to drink heartily.

It was not because they liked drinking, but because it was not convenient for them to drink. Drinking was a way to show their strength and not lose harmony.

If they did not have the skills to reach the peak of perfection, who would be able to drink ten catties of high-grade liquor with the nickname "Pour it down in one gulp" in one go?

In fact, Yang Xuan and Wen Tian had already exchanged a round.

Both sides were evenly matched in this round.

"Brother Chao, how do you plan to leave this place?"

The two walked side by side along the river's green road, chatting and laughing, just like two friends who had drunk and taken a walk.

The sky had already turned completely dark, but it was not too late. There were many couples on the river's green road, and a family of three or four who had brought their children out to enjoy the pleasures of heaven.

There were also sports enthusiasts who were passionate about exercising and jogging along the green road, ranging from young teenagers to skinny old men and women. Physical training did not depend on age, and this green road did not charge a fee.

Yang Xuan cut to the point. He asked "how to leave" instead of "when to leave."

When he said this, Yang Xuan's expression was relaxed and he had a smile on his face. It was as if he was asking where to find the beautiful number eight technician in a while.

However, there was a hidden killing intent.

Although there was no enmity between the two of them, the World's Society was the closest colossus to the Dragon Hall Alliance. If a war broke out, the World's Society would become the number one enemy.

Now, Wen Tian was alone in the Nanjiang. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity to capture the leader of the bandits.

"Uncle, help me kick the ball."

A ball rolled in front of the two of them, and a child's voice came from afar.

He bent down towards Wen Tian, picked up the ball with both hands, and gently threw it at the child. He smiled and said, "Little friend, it's easy to hurt people playing football here. Don't use so much force next time."

After he finished speaking, he smiled and said, "This question will have to wait until Brother Yang and I go to Jiangnan together before we make a decision."

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