Not being able to drink alcohol means that for Liu Er, one third of the taste of a meal is gone.
So, after repeatedly begging to no avail, he could only bite his chopsticks pitifully, watch Xiao Han and Tang Jian clink glasses opposite each other, and then squint his eyes, enjoying the anesthesia and pleasure brought by the wine.
"If you dare to put these chopsticks into the pot later, I will chop off your claws and throw them into the pot!"
What made Liu Er even more uncomfortable was that after putting down his wine glass, Xiao Han didn't forget to turn around and issue the sternest warning to him who was drooling.
Of course, this is no wonder Xiao Han is hypocritical. There is really nothing he can do about it. Guys like Liu Er are extremely brave when fighting, and when it comes to eating, they even risk their lives!
I remember a few days ago, Xiao Han thought about the allusion that hot pot originated from the grassland, so he specially brought hot pot to the grassland to fight.
As a result, when it was time to eat, he just turned around and countless pairs of chopsticks rushed towards him! Not only did he scoop up everything in the pot, he even swallowed the red dates and wolfberries at the bottom of the pot!
Look at that, if the copper pot wasn't really strong enough, they could even pierce the bottom of the pot!
Xiao Han had a mysophobia, although it was not serious, but looking at the pairs of chopsticks and the oily lips around him, he no longer had the courage to eat the food cooked in the pot.
Who knows how much saliva was mixed in that pot?!
“Tch, if you don’t use this pair, don’t use this pair!”
Being stared at by Xiao Han, Liu Erman reluctantly put down the pair of chopsticks that were almost hairless after being bitten by him, picked up a pair of serving chopsticks again, held the bowl, and looked at the copper pot eagerly.
In fact, Datang's hot pot is quite tasteless because of the lack of chili peppers. Even if Xiao Han adds more ingredients, it can't make up for the spicy and fiery taste.
In the past, Xiao Han, who was crazy about eating butter hot pot, suddenly had a whim and planned to use dogwood instead of chili pepper, but the taste was simply indescribable...
Let's put it this way, not only was the pot of meat wasted, but he also threw the pot away...
"The pot is boiling, eat quickly!"
People can't think of the past. When they think of the past, they tend to feel emotional! Then, with this emotion, the chopsticks become a little slower.
When Liu Er shouted and moved his chopsticks first, the hot pot that had just boiled in front of Xiao Han once again turned into clear soup with little water, leaving only him and Tang Jian looking at each other.
God knows how Liu Er, a fool, has survived until now without being stabbed to death secretly! Every time the hot pot is cooked in front of them, he is the first one to pounce on it. Xiao Han and Tang Jian can only stare in vain.
The pot was thrown and he sighed.
After finishing the hot pot meal, Liu Er touched his belly, burped and left the room with satisfaction.
Behind, there was only a messy battlefield, and Xiao Han and Tang Jian, who were dumbfounded.
"Hey, let's go out and have a look too!" Looking at Liu Er's swaggering back, Tang Jian dropped the chopsticks in his hands and stood up with a wry smile.
The smell of charcoal fire in this room was too strong, which made him feel a little uncomfortable and out of breath.
"Okay!" Xiao Han stirred the empty copper pot, sighed, threw away his chopsticks, and simply got up with Tang Jian and walked out.
The winter in Shuofang is very cold. Even though it is the afternoon and not yet evening, the temperature is still extremely low. When they walked out of the warm room and were blown by the cold wind, both of them visibly shivered, and then they tightened their arms in unison.
collar.
On New Year's Eve, there are few pedestrians on the streets. Except for children wearing new clothes, you rarely see others walking on the streets. This also makes Shuofang City look particularly depressed. If it weren't for the fact that many people have festive stickers on their doors.
The red couplets probably give people the illusion of being in an empty and dead city.
"Pah...pah..."
The two of them were walking through an alley, and suddenly there was the sound of firecrackers at the end of the alley, mixed with crisp laughter.
Xiao Han stopped and looked for the sound, and saw a group of half-grown children running around a brazier in the alley. Among them, there was a brave boy who put the bamboo in his hand on the fire to roast.
The pipe burst and made a crisp explosion, which immediately attracted the exclamations and laughter of all the children around.
"Huh? Since when did I stop feeling the joy of the New Year?" Looking at the group of playful children, Xiao Han subconsciously touched the thin down on both sides of his face and cheeks, and then sighed in his heart.
Once upon a time, he was also a young man who looked forward to the New Year very much, but after so many years, the happiness he once had seemed to have drifted away from him without even realizing it.
Perhaps the price of growing up means losing a lot of the happiness you once had.
"Haha, Xiao Han seems to like those dolls very much?" Next to him, Tang Jian saw Xiao Han looking at the group of children in a daze, and asked with a smile.
"No." When Xiao Han heard this, he looked away, shook his head and said, "I just thought of the past, hey, before I knew it, I was already old."
"What? Are you old?" Tang Jian heard Xiao Han's words and looked him up and down with some surprise: "If you are old, what should I say? You are old and immortal?"
"Hahaha, Mr. Tang can't say that about himself!" Xiao Han grinned. He knew that Tang Jian would never understand how lonely a soul that had lived in two lifetimes was.
"How can you be so old-fashioned at such a young age?!" As expected, Tang Jian didn't hear what Xiao Han was referring to. He snorted coldly, clasped his hands behind his back, and continued walking forward.
Walking through the alley, in front of you is the busiest market in Shuofang City. However, the market that was bustling with activity yesterday, today only a few people are still setting up stalls in the cold wind, hoping to sell out all the goods in their hands.
Hurry home and celebrate the New Year.
"Xiao Hou! Tang Gong!"
Several vendors, whose faces were green from the cold, saw Xiao Han and Tang Jian coming from a distance, and hurriedly stepped forward to greet them.
These days, they were used to seeing these two people, and they also knew that these two big shots had a gentle temper and were not as surly as the county magistrate who looked like everyone owed him money, so they welcomed their arrival very much.
As for these vendors, Xiao Han did not disdain their status. No matter who came forward, he would smile and greet them one by one.
This kind of behavior looks like a show, but Xiao Han does it from time to time.
On normal days, he didn't like others to regard him as a superior marquis, and he didn't like others to avoid her like the god of plague.
If possible, his favorite thing is to dress up normally and go to the market.
During this period, whether it was buying something or having a fight with a vendor who didn't know him, the sense of satisfaction was definitely not something that could be brought by just watching a group of quails crawling on the ground.
Perhaps, it was precisely because he had seen through this that Liu Er dared to be so unscrupulous and not leave any trace of flesh to him.
The vendors in front of them all rushed to say hello to Xiao Han regardless of their identities.