In the age of rebirth, I became popular in the pastoral live broadcast

Song Hongbing brought beer and soda, and when he saw the dishes on this table, he sniffed and said regretfully, "I knew it earlier, I brought a bottle of Moutai."

Good food must be paired with good wine, otherwise wouldn't it be a waste?
Zhao Zhenhua said with a smile, "Drinking beer is more enjoyable, and you are not afraid of getting drunk and uncomfortable. Come, come, fill it up..."

A bottle of wine can just fill three ceramic cups. Zhao Zhenhua's task today is to accompany Huo Minglou and Song Hongbing, and keep a polite distance from Han Ying.

She was greeted by Song Hongguo, "Do you drink beer or soda?"

Han Ying asked her back, "What about you?"

Song Hongguo's drinking capacity in her previous life was not too bad, a few bottles of beer were no problem, but she didn't know what her body looked like, so she said very conservatively, "Let me have a drink."

Han Ying said angrily, "What do you drink, what do I drink."

Song Hongbing teased, "Nobody cares when you're drunk."

Han Ying rolled his eyes at him, "Take care of yourself first, if you dare to play drunk later, hehe..."

Song Hongbing choked suddenly, he is a typical person with a big food addiction, he likes to drink, but he doesn't have the capacity to drink, and he will get drunk if he drinks a little more. He has made jokes before, which gave Han Ying the opportunity to run on and laugh at him
Song Hongguo didn't know about it, and didn't ask. After opening the soda for the three children, she raised the wine glass, and said a few words without saying anything provocative, "Everyone is welcome to come and play at home. Be polite, eat and drink well."

After finishing speaking, she did it first.

Of course, I didn't dare to take a sip, and I tasted a few sips, but I didn't feel any discomfort in my body. As for the taste of beer, compared with the later generations, the taste seems to be more mellow.

The local wine table culture is like this. The host brings the wine first, usually three times. However, if you have a light drinker, just one time is enough. Then, persuading the drinker is a matter of accompanying the guests. Not everyone can do this job, not only the capacity for alcohol , and must be able to speak eloquently. If the capacity for alcohol is poor, the guests will not enjoy themselves. If they are clumsy, the guests will feel that they are being treated poorly. Therefore, only those who are particularly good at things can be assigned to take this job. This is also a pretty job. People will feel long face.

Zhao Zhenhua is now considered to be experienced in many battles. In the past, most of the villages would invite him to accompany guests when they held weddings. He has long been familiar with it, but today, the people who accompany him are not those old men from the countryside, so he has to cheer up.

I'm afraid that I'm too rustic, have little experience, make jokes, and embarrass my cousin.

However, the development of the matter was beyond his expectation. Everyone's attention was not on the wine, but on the dishes. He thought about the words, but it was useless. room to play.

For a while, he was a little melancholy, okay, in fact, he was more concerned about eating food than drinking, if it wasn't for the task of accompanying guests, he would have already put down his chopsticks and grabbed it.

Song Hongbing ate the most unceremoniously, peeling the shells of the prawns with his hands, hissing his mouth and inhaling without stopping, "The taste of this crayfish is absolutely amazing. I have been thinking about it for days, and I finally tasted it." It's..."

Zhao Zhenhua nodded in agreement, he was also chewing on one, and had no time to speak.

Han Ying was gnawing on the pig's trotters, and didn't care about the image, "I think this is more delicious, soft and waxy, not fishy or greasy at all, red fruit, what do you do?"

Song Hongguo gave the two children some dishes that were a little farther away from them, and at the same time gave her a general description of the process of the dish.

After hearing this, Han Ying gave up, "Forget it, I'm more suitable for eating than cooking."

Song Hongbing sneered, "Then you have to find someone who can cook in the future."

Han Ying challenged back unconvinced, "I just have red fruit."

Song Hongbing smirked, "Have you asked Minglou for his opinion?"

Han Ying also thought about joking, and asked Huo Minglou pretending to be serious, "Huo Gong, you won't kick me out if I go to your house for dinner in the future?"

Huo Minglou swallowed the fish fillet in his mouth, and said very naturally, "From now on, the red fruit will have the final say at home."

The implication is that as long as Song Hongguo nods, he won't care.

Han Ying was stuffed with dog food, rolled her eyes, and didn't want to talk anymore, so let's eat hard, isn't the food delicious?Why couldn't she think about looking for abuse just now?
Song Hongbing gave Huo Minglou a thumbs up, then turned his face and winked at Song Hongguo, "Doctor Song, Minglou is so honest, you have to treat him better in the future."

When he didn't know how to answer the conversation, it was right to smile. Song Hongguo smiled and used the serving chopsticks to pick up vegetables for him, "Don't just eat shrimp, try this spicy chicken too."

"Okay, okay..." After Song Hongbing got addicted to the crayfish, he was curious about the plate of chicken again.

Man Yuan also took a good bite, and kept praising Song Hongguo, "Cousin, why is your fried chicken so delicious? It's so delicious..."

"Eat more if it's delicious."

Song Hongguo picked up two yuan for him, and seeing Huo Minglou always put his chopsticks down on the pot of sauerkraut fish, he asked, "Do you like this?"

Huo Minglou nodded. With Zhao Zhenhua, his natal family, he was very reserved, "Is this dish called pickled cabbage fish?"

Song Hongguo said "Yes", seeing that he was serious, and he didn't dare to look at him randomly, but he regained the feeling when the two of them first met, and couldn't help laughing, "I don't do it very authentic, you will just do it Let's eat."

When Huo Minglou heard this, he said without thinking, "Don't settle for it at all. I think your cooking tastes better than the authentic one. I like the taste of your cooking."

These words were both implicit and implicit, and straightforward. After he finished speaking, the scene was instantly quiet.

Song Hongguo coughed strategically.

Zhao Zhenhua was the first to react, and said with a smile, "Huo Gong, what you said is too true. Although I have never eaten this authentic pickled fish, I don't know how it tastes, but I just don't think it can compare to my cousin's. My cousin's culinary skills can be mastered even if she goes to a restaurant in the city. There is no one in these ten miles and eight villages who is more capable than my cousin. My future cousin-in-law will be lucky..."

After Huo Minglou heard it, he said, "Well, I think so too."

Zhao Zhenhua, "..."

Should he feel relieved by this hero's expression of agreeing and honoring?
Song Hongbing didn't hold back at this moment, and burst out laughing.

Han Ying's shoulders also trembled, and he couldn't even chew on the pig's trotters.

Song Hongguo raised the corners of her lips, and casually greeted everyone to eat and drink, and then she put the matter to rest. With Zhao Zhenhua making jokes, the atmosphere became lively again.

The system that had been silent for a long time suddenly bubbled up, "My male god is so cute, I'm so cute..."

Song Hongguo asked in surprise, "Why did you come out? Why was there no movement just now?"

The system said faintly, "I was adjusting my mentality just now."

"Ok?"

Seeing her puzzled, the system said sourly, "The male god came to your door, why can't you make me envious?"

Song Hongguo was speechless immediately, "What's so sour about this? You think of yourself as a mother-in-law again?"

The system snorted, "Anyway, I'm just upset."

Song Hongguo snorted, "If you're not feeling well, just hold back."

Who is still spoiling you!
system,"……"