put wildness in his heart

Chapter 339 [Extra] Fireworks in the World (9)

Wen Miao swallowed the last mouthful of shrimp slippery, and threw two more bags from the opposite side: "Go on!"

When Lin Er received the two bags of shrimp slides, Xie Yan suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Lin Er. His eyes flickered slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he hesitated for a while, but he still didn't make a sound.

As a result, everyone watched as two huge shrimp slips the size of bowling balls appeared in the hot pot.

The whole table fell into a strange silence: "..."

Xie Yan swears that the last time Lin Er played the shrimp slide, it was definitely not so big, it was only the size of a baseball, and it could still be cooked after hard cooking, but now it has grown to the size of a bowling ball.

He Yin, clamoring to eat shrimp slips: "Ah...the shrimp slips are bought in a bag of 500 grams, right?"

Lin Er glanced at the empty bag in his hand: "Yes."

He Yin opened his mouth: "Master Er, can you tell me why you chose to beat a bag of shrimp slips into such a big one?"

Liner dropped the empty bag: "Don't you know that I like big things?"

He Yin: "Uh..."

He did know about this, but he didn't expect that her hobby would spread to prawn slippery.

He can accept big shrimp balls, but you can't be so big, can you? ? ?

Holding the bowl, Qin Ke measured the slippery ratio of the two giant shrimps in the pot, and found that his bowl was not enough to hold the giant shrimp, so he asked a key question: "Can it be cooked well?" ?"

"It should be possible to change the pot." Wen Miao said with a specific analysis of specific problems, "It's the kind of big iron pot used to cook big pots of rice when doing ordinary things in the countryside."

Qin Ke: "..."

For Chinese New Year, don't mention funeral matters, okay?
In the end, Xie Yan went to the kitchen to find a knife, cut the bowling ball... oh no, cut the prawn slip in half from the middle, and Qin Ke gestured with the bowl again: "I still don't think it's cooked, it's too big .”

Xie Yan moved the knife and cut it in half again.

The space in the hot pot was completely taken up by the shrimp slips, and there was no other dishes for the time being. The seven of them chatted and chatted, waiting for the pot full of shrimp slips to be cooked.

"Master Cat, I have a question for you." He Yin put down the Coke can in his hand, "What's it like to work?"

Except for Wen Miao who went into the abyss of catching mistresses and persuading them to break up without hesitation, the rest of them all found an internship position in the company at home, and they probably really experienced the hard work of a working dog. There is only Wen Miao.

Thinking of her dark overtime career, Wen Miao still felt dark: "Just one word."

"Tell me." He Yin pretended to listen carefully.

Wen Miao uttered a word: "Tired."

"How tired are you?" He Yin asked.

"Let's just put it this way." Wen Miao propped his chin and sighed, "I'm like a beggar who begged for food for ten days and finally got half a rotten steamed bun. When I took it back to eat, I suddenly fell down, not only lost my front teeth, but even the steamed buns rolled into the stinky ditch, and I was too tired to continue begging."

Alas……

This is a vivid metaphor.

It was heard that everyone at the table cast sympathetic and compassionate glances.

After eating, He Yin began to move the fireworks he bought into the trunk of the car one after another. Wen Miao looked at his strenuous efforts, and went over to help him move two boxes without seeing it anymore.

(End of this chapter)