Chapter 58 Regretful Li Ping

When Yan Fugui heard this, he felt as if he had eaten a fly.

Damn, in order to drink this Maotai from you, I placed two bonsais in front of your house.

He also watered the flowers every morning and evening like a grandson.

Are you telling me now that what I’m drinking is loose wine?
He Daqing was also a little depressed, and he was also thinking about two bottles of Maotai.

Now I can only drink loose wine from the tavern.

The loss in my heart is indeed great.

But now everyone in the hospital is gathered together, everyone is enjoying themselves, and the atmosphere is particularly harmonious. He Daqing is not willing to be a bad guy and ruin this peaceful atmosphere.

Yan Fugui saw that he could not make trouble alone, not to mention that there were heavyweights such as Mr. Wu and Dean Chu sitting next to him, so Yan Fugui did not dare to make too much trouble.

A bottle of this bulk wine was placed on several drinking tables.

After everyone filled their glasses, they raised their glasses and clinked them, and then drank them all in one gulp.

To everyone's surprise, this wine was exceptionally mellow, definitely not inferior to Moutai's Maotai-flavored high-tech wine.

"This wine is good." Chu Huai nodded and praised.

Wu Botong also drank a drink, smacked his lips, and nodded in praise.

"This wine is pure grain wine, absolutely not mixed with water."

"It's good wine."

Yan Fugui took a few sips and reluctantly nodded with satisfaction, but he was thinking in his heart that when the banquet was over, he would immediately move the bonsai to his door.

Seeing that Han Weimin's place was very lively, only Jia Dongxu's three uncles were still sitting in front of Jia's house.

Mrs. Jia Zhang was busy picking up the dishes alone, not to mention how embarrassed she was.

The physical embarrassment is secondary. The important thing is that they invested more than five yuan in today's meal.

Now it only costs two or three yuan to get it back.

It's basically a loss-making business.

Jia Dongxu hid in the room, turning his head and sulking.

Seeing this scene, Li Ping also secretly wiped away her tears, feeling a little regretful in her heart. Why didn't she have the good sense to marry into such a family?

Although she didn't go out to see it, she also knew that a banquet was being held in the backyard. Listening to the bustle of people, Li Ping felt that that was what a wedding banquet should be like.

Looking back at my own home, it’s simply hard to describe.

in the backyard.

When it was time to serve hot dishes, steaming dishes were brought to the table.

Braised pork, pork stewed vermicelli, plain-cut chicken, steamed fish, meat dishes one after another made everyone in the courtyard wide-eyed.

"Hey, they are all hard food!"

"We really deserve this banquet."

"Guangtian, open your mouth and eat some meat."

"Liberation, eat, mom will give you a small bowl."

It has to be said that the fighting power of everyone is very amazing. Everyone is rushing to eat. After a plate of food is served, it only takes a minute or two at most to completely eat it.

Fortunately, Han Weimin also prepared a lot of vegetarian dishes, enough for the big guy to eat.

then.

Han Weimin, dressed in new clothes, came out with a peach-faced Qin Huairu to toast everyone.

Qin Huairu's appearance improved several notches when she put on the cheongsam, and her voluptuous figure was also displayed.

Silly Zhu was immediately stunned, and the hand holding the spatula stopped stirring.

In his opinion, this is the pinnacle of Sister Qin's appearance.

And Sister Qin’s waist is really thin.

Xu Damao was holding the wine glass and was about to drink it when he saw Qin Huairu's excellent figure and immediately took notice.

He then thought about it, such a good woman was hugged by Han Weimin every day, and Xu Damao's heart suddenly went cold.

As soon as he raised his head, he drank the wine in the glass.

"Drink, come, Fugui, Haishan, let's go one by one."

Xu Damao said to the two young men in the courtyard who were about the same age as himself,

"Da Mao, let's go."

at sunset.

The guests are gone.

Only each household moved their tables, chairs and benches home.

These things are pieced together from various houses.

Now that the banquet is over, whoever owns it naturally takes it.

The same goes for bowls, chopsticks, plates, etc.

Shazhu and He Daqing were still responsible for dismantling the stove.Sister Qin is extraordinarily beautiful today, so Si Zhu works very hard.

Being able to do things for Sister Qin made Shazhu feel warm in his heart.

Soon.

Yan Fugui arrived in the backyard and said to Han Weimin with a smile: "Xiao Han, you've finished the banquet. I'll take care of this bonsai."

Han Weimin smiled and said, "Third uncle, how was your meal today?"

"Are you satisfied with the banquet?"

Yan Fugui said: "Satisfied, everything is okay."

Han Weimin said: "Not only were you full, but you also walked away with three white noodles. Isn't that right?"

Han Weimin saw clearly that Yan Fugui took three white-flour steamed buns from the steamed bun basket on the way and delivered them to his home.

Then he turned back and continued eating.

Of course, Yan Fugui's family is not the only one who does this. This happens to everyone with a large family.

Only Yi Zhonghai, Deaf Old Lady, He Daqing and others did not do this.

Xu Damao's mother moved to his own house three times in a row because he lived in the backyard.

In the end, the steamed buns were not enough to eat.

This left Han Weimin speechless.

I never counted this crop.

Now that Yan Fugui is coming to move the bonsai, he can use this matter to bury him.

Yan Fugui couldn't help but blush when he heard this.

I wanted to move the bonsai, but I felt a little embarrassed for a while.

But this bonsai is his precious lump, how can he let it go?

He gritted his teeth and said, "Xiao Han, there are so many white noodles here, and you only see me."

As he spoke, he stepped forward and pinched the edge of the flower pot.

Then Yan Fugui Mou lifted it up with all his strength.

But what surprised him was that the bonsai didn't move at all, as if it weighed a thousand pounds.

Even though Yan Fugui was thin and short, he was still able to move the bonsai.

Now I can't even shake it.

Yan Fugui was surprised, then he got into a horse stance and used all his strength to lift the flowerpot upwards.

However, the flowerpot remained motionless, as if it was integrated with the earth.

This situation was something Yan Fugui never expected.

Yan Fugui looked at Han Weimin, confused and at a loss.

"Xiao Han, what on earth is going on?"

Han Weimin also pretended to be confused.

"I don't know. Third uncle, could it be that you didn't work hard enough?"

Yan Fugui scratched his head and said, "That's impossible!"

"I'm so exhausted from sucking milk."

"Silly Zhu, come here and help me."

Silly Zhu put down what he was doing and walked over with a smile.

"Third uncle, you probably used all your strength on Third Auntie."

When Yan Fugui heard this, his face turned red with embarrassment.

"Fuck you, stop talking nonsense."

Silly Zhu smiled, then grabbed the edge of the flowerpot and lifted it up hard.

Something strange happened, the flowerpot remained unmoved.

"Hiss" Silly Zhu was also confused.

"This can't be done."

Seeing that two people in a row could not move a flowerpot, He Daqing walked over in confusion.

"Yeah, it's probably because I ran into something unclean."

"This flowerpot can't be moved, can't be moved!"

He Daqing said with a mysterious look.

Han Weimin couldn't help but laugh. He was thinking about what reasons to use to deal with Yan Fugui.

He Daqing gave himself a divine assist.

Take the initiative to lead in the field of superstition.

(End of this chapter)

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