He boldly looked back and was happy: "Hey, bottled wine? Damn, I drank it at the militia training graduation party."

Wang Yi felt a little ashamed.

In fact, he planned to use Niulanshan as cooking wine.

Da Dao and Da Lu had a bowl of seafood porridge each, and Wang Yi invited them to sit down and drink.

He had a small cup for himself and a large cup for Da DaDa.

Da Dao felt embarrassed: "Teacher Wang, let's just drink from each other. I'm not hungry for wine. Hehe, I'm not hungry for wine."

Wang Yi smiled bitterly and said: "I can't drink well, so I'm just joining in the fun with you. I'll give you all the wine. If you can't drink it, just take it back."

It's even more embarrassing to be bold.

Wang Yi explained: "This wine is plentiful in the capital. Just listen to me."

He boldly said: "Erguotou, I've heard of it. This is a famous wine. In 1970, Prince Sihanouk came as a guest and used this wine at the state banquet!"

Wang Yi said: "Isn't it right? Maotai is not allowed at state banquets?"

He shook his head boldly: "I know this. What is Moutai? None of us have heard of it. It just uses Erguotou. It's so famous."

He took a sip and smacked his lips: "Good wine, this wine is so mellow!"

Wang Yi glanced at him suspiciously, then took a sip.

Still so spicy!

The spicy stir-fried baby abalone is also very spicy, but the abalone is chewy and tasty, with a good taste and a good texture.

I boldly followed his example and sipped the juice from the abalone shell, and then said: "Can this abalone be done like this? It tastes great."

Wang Yi was surprised: "Aren't abalones fried here? Then you just told me that you don't need to shell them?"

Boldly pointed at Dafumu: "If you had removed the shell, with the speed of his chopsticks, would we still be able to eat?"

His dazed face was almost buried in the bowl, and he was holding a bowl that was bigger than his face with his hands as he drank the porridge.

He has the ability to use chopsticks without looking at the food.

So he held up the bowl to drink porridge and put vegetables into his mouth.

Wang Yi patted his head: "There are also sausages."

He went to bring it in and found a bag of twelve sausages per pound, which was exactly four sausages per person.

Wang Yi couldn't eat so much, so he gave Da Mulu and Da Da a piece each.

He boldly took a bite of the sausage and nodded vigorously: "This is the flavor. A few years ago, an old comrade from Guangdong who was the branch secretary also brought this sausage with him when he came to see it. It smells like distiller's lees. I remembered it. It's so fragrant!"

He only ate one of the five intestines. He tied the other four intestines with seaweed and said he was taking them back to his wife and children to taste.

Seeing this, Wang Yi handed him the remaining unbitten one in his hand: "You can eat it, you can eat it. I have a small appetite, and I ate this every day when I was in college. I'm tired of it."

Daring heard this and drooled with envy: "College life is so good."

He drank a glass of wine for nearly an hour. It was not that he was not a good drinker, but he was not willing to take a big gulp.

He was an honest man, so he smiled calmly and said: "This wine is so good that I don't want to drink it. I will take it back and drink it when my comrades from the militia company arrive."

Wang Yi unscrewed the cap of the bottle and poured it on him forcefully: "You can drink without worry. In two days I will go to Hudu to get something from my classmate and bring you two bottles back."

Boldly pinched his trouser pocket out of habit and asked: "How much does a bottle cost? Teacher Wang, you can't spend money on this. And I don't have a drink ticket, so forget it!"

Wang Yi said: "You are so polite to me. From now on, I will be in our team without your care. Besides, if you didn't help me last time, Liu Dahu might have figured out what to do with me."

He boldly slapped his strong chest and said: "You are a member of our Wang family. Our militia must protect you. Liu Dahu has a good fortune. Please plead with him, otherwise I will really dare to kill him!"

Wang Yi was speechless.

After two glasses of wine, Bold's face turned rosy: "Teacher Wang, I'm telling you, you are a teacher in our Wang family. You used to be called sir, um, sir, teacher. Let me tell you, who dares to touch you or me?" Comrade Leader

All our ancestral graves were dug up by him..."

"My two children are in the Yuhong class, and the eldest son, who is in third grade, will also come. The eldest son is very naughty. If you beat him, feel free to beat him! Tomorrow I will pack a pointer for you, and you will beat whoever is disobedient..."

As he said that, he felt embarrassed again, rubbed his head and said, "Mr. Wang, you're kidding me. I'm a rough person. I'm different from you, a cultured person. I drink a little cat urine and don't count. After a little wine, I like to brag."

Wang Yi said: "It's really different. We educated people like to brag even if we don't drink."

Da Dao burst into laughter immediately, grabbed his arm and said, "Teacher Wang, you are so interesting. Those teachers who came before were all idiots. They looked down on us fishermen and only wanted to take advantage of the public and loved to take advantage of our wives.

I can’t compare with you.”

Wang Yi said: "I am a descendant of our Wang family and a college student trained by the country. How can they compare with me?"

"Yes, yes." He laughed boldly and boldly.

As usual, it’s all about rice.

After boldly drinking two glasses of wine, he stopped drinking anyway, put the wine bottle in his pocket, and finally went back happily carrying four sausages.

Wang Yi asked Da Mulu to wash the pot and dishes. He took the dog into the house and made a basin of milk for it. At the same time, he added some flour and water to revive it. Instead of steaming it, he rolled it onto a wooden stick and roasted it.

It's fragrant and firm, and tastes better to dogs than steamed buns.

The dog was so affectionate to him.

Wang Yi was thinking about giving this dog a name. What should it be called?

Just call him Lao Huang!

It must conform to the characteristics of the times.

When Wang Dongxi said that he wanted to repair the house as soon as possible the day before, Wang Yi didn't pay attention to it, and he soon suffered a loss.

A sudden cold snap came that night!

In the middle of the night, a cold wind suddenly started blowing, and the north wind screamed and penetrated through the cracks in the back window.

The sleeping bag kept him warm. He had opened the zipper once and treated it as a mattress with a quilt covering it.

In this way, he woke up from the cold in the middle of the night, shivering and quickly zipped up.

And Da Mulu is still snoring...

Wang Yi couldn't stand it anymore, so he asked Lao Huang to hug him together for warmth.

Later, when he was about to fall asleep, Lao Huang got up and screamed.

Xiu Fang brought him a quilt and said, "No one thought that there would be a cold wind tonight. Your brother was afraid that you would catch the cold from the cold, so he asked me to give you a quilt."

Wang Yi felt warm in his heart.

What kind of nostalgia is this? Not to mention that he has never experienced it before, or even heard of it!

Can a brother and sister-in-law do this?

But he could only accept this friendship in his heart. He couldn't use the quilt, and the sleeping bag was very warm when closed, so he was confused.

In a daze, he pulled the quilt to cover his head.

Vaguely choking sounds could be heard...

Wang Yi exhaled in the early morning, and a puff of white mist came out.

The temperature probably dropped back to freezing overnight!

He put on the thick denim clothes that he had just changed out of two days ago, and then got out of bed.

Da Mulu got up early as usual and went to the beach to do some work.

He had no choice but to jog to keep warm.

When Wang Dongxi saw it, he said loudly: "Teacher Wang is jogging? I have long heard that Kung Fu is practiced in Sanfu in the summer and Sanjiu in the winter. It turns out that this is the way to practice."

Wang Yi wanted to explain, but Wang Dongxi had already entered the office.

Later, the big confused came back, holding a wooden board and a cardboard box in his arm.

Wang Yi asked: "You didn't go to the beach?"

The big confused said: "Go back and remove the board, Teacher Wang, seal the back window, it will stop the cold."

Wang Yi looked at the dirty wooden boards and broken paper shells, and asked: "Is there no plastic film in the team? The plastic film is transparent, and it keeps warm and transmits light."

Big confused shook his head.

He asked hopefully: "What should you have for breakfast?"

Wang Yi said: "Let's make some noodles. By the way, can you knead the dough and steam the steamed buns?"

Da Dalu said: "Yes, I have learned it from my aunt a long time ago. I have steamed it before, but my aunt and others said that I eat too much and won't let me steam it."

There were a lot of words in these words, but Wang Yi didn't understand what he meant.

But Da Mulu only needs to know how to steam steamed buns. He pushed out a bag of flour and said, "It's cold today, so don't go fishing for seaweed. You can steam the steamed buns in a pot."

Da Mulu came up to take a look, and when he raised his head, he was surprised: "White noodles, they are all fine white noodles, so white, special-grade noodles, this is special-grade noodles!"

Wang Yi continued to battle wits and courage with the cubs in the morning.

Wang Xianghong is back, and with him are three other people, two men and one woman.
To be continued...