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Chapter 2009 Northwest Xuantian is a cloud(2/2)

This kid also tasted a few sips, but he poured it into two drinks.

"Today, you will not lose three cups." Guan Yin said nice things to his brother-in-law.

Otherwise, Mr. Zhao’s rules would be very strict.

Father and son have different seats, so they don’t drink alcohol at the same seat.

Dad Zhao glanced at him and snorted without paying more attention.

The wine and food were served for a while, but the same rule was still the same. The young man sat aside and left the table for the previous generation. Seeing that he was about to drink, Vice Courtyard Jing glanced at his son-in-law's child coldly and said slowly: "There should be a reason to drink. What is the reason I won't explain clearly today?"

reason?

Guan Yin stood up with a wine glass, thinking about a poem that said:

The northwest Xuantian is covered with clouds,

The phoenix group falls from the sycamore tree;

Don't have heroes in the bar,

Because they are all intimate people.

This is a very poor limerick.

But the attitude is expressed very clearly.

A sycamore tree, four golden phoenixes fell.

Vice Hospital Jing hummed a little angry when he thrust his nostrils. He didn't dare to say harshly?

But I couldn't resist the second lady's toughness. She came over with a wine glass and wanted to supervise the old father to drink one quickly.

If you don’t listen, you are all golden phoenixes?

If you don't hurry up, you'll be sorry for such a good word.

"Drink, after drinking this game, there is another game. I will have to drink three games today." said the second lady.

As soon as he finished speaking, Teacher Qian got angry.

What are the three games or three games? This word is unlucky!

"One event is good, nine out of nine will be one. Today is just to warm up the engagement banquet." Teacher Qian was very at ease at this time. He held a small wine cup and slapped the table to determine the nature of today's banquet.

Guan Yin accompanied him to drink for three rounds and ran to the kitchen by himself.

What to do?

Make sober soup, just drink and have fun, and then ease the wine and chat. We can’t be addicted to alcohol as we live. This thing is a setting for a festive atmosphere and cannot be the main body.
Chapter completed!
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