The big guy kept dying and became a white moonlight

Chapter 782 Tattoos (38)

When Shao Lang heard this, he quickly smiled and waved his hands, "Don't bother, don't bother, hot pot, it's lively when there are many people eating together!"

Xue Haoling also blinked, and leaned over to introduce himself to Aunt Jiang: "Sister-in-law, nice to meet you, I'm Xue Haoling. You're only a sophomore in high school, right? I'm older than you, just call me Brother Haoling."

Aunt Jiang smiled, "Brother Haoling."

In fact, the mother in my heart sells criticism, the ancestors are tens of thousands of years old, who of you can be older than the ancestors.

Wei Ziyan nodded, and shook her gentleman's hand: "Wei Ziyan."

Concubine Jiang was about to shake hands with him, when Wei Ziyan's outstretched hand was suddenly slapped on the back of his hand. Concubine Jiang looked over suspiciously, and found that it was Qin Mian who was sitting on the side lazily standing upright. Looking at Wei Ziyan, he said calmly, "There's no need to shake hands."

Hearing this, Wei Ziyan raised his eyebrows thoughtfully, and then looked at Qin Mian, who was lazily drooping with long eyelashes, and then Wei Ziyan smiled knowingly, and then exchanged with Xue Haoling, who was laughing beside him. With a look in his eyes, Wei Ziyan withdrew his hand, and introduced himself solemnly to Aunt Jiang again: "Hello, Wei Ziyan."

Aunt Jiang nodded, "Hello, Aunt Jiang."

Chen Yi was beside him, "My name is Chen Yi."

Aunt Jiang also nodded: "Hi, I'm Aunt Jiang."

Shao Lang happily greeted everyone: "Okay, everyone already knows each other, so don't be polite, come and eat hot pot, I didn't even eat breakfast, I'm starving to death!!"

The hot pot base on the table was already steaming hot, bursts of tangy and tempting spicy smell came, and the six people sat together happily eating hot pot with smiles and harmony.

These people can eat spicy food, so the hot pot bases are all spicy and numbing, which is very enjoyable to eat.

Aunt Jiang is also a person with a heavy taste, looking at the meat that takes up two-thirds of the table, she feels very satisfied.

Holding her chopsticks, she stared at the fat beef in the pot, calculating when it would be ready to eat.

Qin Mian's hoarse voice suddenly came from beside his ear: "Can't eat spicy food?"

Qin Mian took a sip of beer, and when he put down the bottle, he turned around and saw the kid beside him holding chopsticks, staring at the hot pot eagerly.

He looked over and found that the hot pot base has always been the spiciest, which is in line with the tastes of Shao Lang and the others. He does not have a heavy appetite, so he usually only eats a few bites casually, so the taste is according to Shao Lang and the others. fixed.

The red oil is boiling at the bottom of the pot, and the chilies and peppercorns are clearly visible, countless on the soup.

Holding the chopsticks, the child seemed to be extraordinarily tangled and hesitant.

Aunt Jiang turned around blankly: "Huh?"

Qin Mian frowned, this was his negligence.

"Come on, let's raise a glass together!"

At this time, Shao Lang opened a can of beer and happily raised it up, and the others also raised their glasses.

Seeing this, Aunt Jiang put down the chopsticks in her hand, and was about to open a can of beer to join in the fun.But just as she picked up the beer, the beer in her hand was suddenly taken away by a slender and beautiful one.

The man got closer to her, but then left lightly after taking the beer, leaving only a faint smell of tobacco.

She was slightly stunned, and looked back at the young man sitting next to her in surprise.

The hot pot on the table was steaming hot, emitting a pale white mist, and everyone else sat in a circle.

(End of this chapter)