Hang Chen was brave. Seeing Mr. Chi picking up the car against a group of people, he naturally knew that the Japanese were getting out of the car, and they were pure Japanese devils, so he turned his eyes and came up with a ghost idea.

Hang Chen took Wen Shengnan and said a few words in her ear. Wen Shengnan ran away and ran into the village. He hit him in less than two minutes and returned to the barbecue stall panting. He took advantage of the time when everyone was not concerned and secretly handed a small glass bottle containing chili powder to Hang Chen.

Hang Chen took the bottle and squeezed Gu Fen aside who was grilling skewers. He personally took care of the dozen skewers that had just been baked. When it was the turn to add the peppers, what Hang Chen put was not the original bottle. And Wen Shengnan just now sprinkled some of the chili powder that Wen Shengnan had newly brought from home and sprinkled onto the skewers.

The girl just wanted to tease these Japanese people, but didn't think about anything. She just wanted to see them make a fool of themselves and didn't mean to hurt them, so the chili powder was a little reserved. Even so, according to Hang Chen's estimate that most people would have to be full of vigor and suffer a lot after eating it.

Thinking about the old Japanese men crying in their minds, Hang Chen felt so happy. Seeing that the skewers were almost done, he divided the skewers into two portions and patted them together, so that the spicy flavor could be more dissolved into the skewers, and then put the grilled skewers in a disposable paper plate in front of him.

Just as Hang Chen was about to take action, he saw Gu Fen, who was pushed aside by her, volunteered to raise his hand: "I'll go and give it to me!"

Gu Fen stood aside and watched the whole process all over. When she saw the little pepper bottle, she knew what bad intentions Hang Chen was going to do. Originally, she was a person who was afraid of the world's chaos. Now, when she saw that such a good thing was not going to fall into the world, she immediately strongly asked herself to give these strings to her Japanese friends.

"etc!"

Hang Chen thought for a while, grabbed another skewer that was not spicy but was almost ready, and put it on the fire and started to burn it. However, this time she added a little more when she added the chili powder. Finally, she sprinkled a layer of cumin on it to cover the smell of chili. This was the end.

"Give this to those two Japanese devils!"

Hang Chen didn't know when Wen Xu's words were learned, so he directly called the two people who changed the Chinese to return to Ri to be the second Japanese.

Gu Fen agreed and called out loud: "Okay!"

After saying that, he learned to sing on TV, held the disposable paper tray in his hand and walked towards the group of people who were greeting at the entrance of the village.

"Hello, hello, welcome to Wenjia Village!"

Gu Fen, the girl, didn't care what they were talking about and just kept coming over. Anyway, she just rushed over and did whatever she should do.

Seeing her a little girl with meat skewers in her hand, although most of the Japanese don’t understand Chinese and don’t understand what Gu Fen said, I still think this smiling little girl is quite likable and I’m giving you food!

Mr. Chi frowned and said, "You little girl come here to join in the fun, go bake your skewers, don't go to Grandpa to make trouble!"

Mr. Chi didn't think that Gu Fen would do anything, but just thought that she shouldn't come to join in the fun. His group of people were discussing some academic issues. Who knew that the girl shouted at her, which made her thoughts interrupted.

Gu Fen immediately said as soon as he heard this: "Grandpa Chi, we are hospitality, please invite the guests to have a skewer!"

At this moment, an old Japanese man in the middle spoke: "Thank you! I am Masao Harada from Japan! Please take care of me!"

The Chinese with a straight and rounded Chinese pronunciation, and the Mandarin is authentic in the capital accent.

"Mr. Chi doesn't have to do this! Please give me one!" The first sentence was said to Mr. Chi, and the second sentence was said to Gu Fen.

Gu Fen didn't expect that this Japanese man could still understand Chinese and speak so well. To be honest, the pronunciation of Mandarin is more accurate than hers.

Just as he was stunned, he heard the old man say this, subconsciously delivered the meat skewers in the tray to Professor Harada, while the other small paper tray was handed to two Japanese devils, one man and one woman.

"You... are divided...Miximi!"

Gu Fen didn't know which country he spoke. He also spoke Chinese with Japanese learned from the Anti-Japanese War films, and he expressed his meaning anyway.

Harada understood Gu Fen's meaning, but he didn't mind too much. He smiled and divided the meat skewers in the plate in his hand. While splitting, he was also talking to his companions in Japanese.

Did the two Japanese devils want to eat too much? Maybe they thought the roadside stall was a little unclean, but when they heard Harada say a few words, they were a little reluctant to pick up the meat skewers in the tray and put them in their mouths.

When Gu Fen saw that this group of Japanese people started to eat meat skewers, the expression on his face was immediately full of expectations. At this time, Hang Chen and others who were supposed to be grilling skewers also got closer and waited to watch the show.

These Japanese people put the skewers in their hands in their mouths almost at about the same time, then bit off a piece and chewed them gently.

Ahem!

Originally, everyone was very calm, but suddenly everyone's face turned red, and some of them immediately burst into tears. As for those who opened their mouths and stuck their tongues to breathe heavily, they were all like this.

As for the two Japanese devils, they were even more unbearable. They just burst into tears. It seemed that they were so entangled that they were almost rolling on the spot. They looked at Gu Fen and said viciously: "You...you..."

The group of Japanese people also have the same virtues as the two of them, but because Hang Chen is not as big as the skeletons in the hands of the second Japanese, these people are not as good as the two Japanese who want to die.

Moreover, no one of these Japanese people was glaring at Gu Fen's beard and glaring at him, but they couldn't help but breathe heavily to relieve the burning sensation in their mouths.

Hang Chen looked at everyone at this time, suppressed his laughter and said repeatedly: "It turns out that you can't eat spicy food. I'm sorry, sorry! We usually eat barbecue here so spicy, I don't know what you Japanese taste, oh, what should I do?"

The girl said, rolling her eyes while turning her eyes, not knowing what to do.

After saying that, Hang Chen seemed to prove that everyone usually eats so spicy food, he reached out to take the paper tray in Harada's hand, picked up a skewer from it and put it directly into his mouth, and chewed it all over without changing his face.

At this time, Mr. Chi, who was standing next to him, was amused and laughed and cried by this girl. With the old man's intelligence, he naturally knew that Hang Chen was cheating on others.

Although I knew it, I was still because of Hang Chen's "lawless" behavior that I didn't know what to say. But I knew what was going on and said that it was another matter, so the old man decided to pretend not to know.

Just as Hang Chen was chewing, a bunch of Japanese devils and genuine Japanese devils were no longer able to do it. They opened their mouths and blushed, and kept sticking out their tongues and exhaling.

Of course, the people around him were eating skewers because Hang Chen added more ingredients. They thought that Japanese people were born to be spicy, so they all covered their mouths and laughed out of politeness. No one laughed out loud, but the joy on their faces could not be hidden no matter what.

As a second Japanese devil who had been Chinese for more than ten or twenty years, he was also experienced in eating spicy food. When he saw people around him laughing constantly at him, he immediately noticed the beer in his hands. Thinking of this, he immediately rushed to the store and asked the salesperson to buy a cold beer.

Just like that, a group of Japanese people almost all had a bottle of beer, and no one was particular about it at this time. They picked it up and started blowing it up directly to the bottle.

After a mouthful of cold beer, the burning feeling in his mouth immediately improved a lot, so whether it was real or fake, the Japanese are now catching the beer bottle and standing up.

Hang Chen was so happy to see him. When he was about to appreciate his masterpiece again, the old man Harada's appearance made the happy smile slowly disappear from Hang Chen's face.

Harada waved his hand at the beer handed over by his companion, picked up the skewers that he had only bitten in his hand, and gently bit off another small piece, and slowly chewed it. As the old man's mouth kept chewing, beads of sweat the size of beans on his forehead continued to flow.

Although he was sweating and blushing, Harada was eating faster and faster, and the meat pieces became bigger and bigger after biting it. He only took three bites of the remaining string and then went all into his mouth.

“Delicious, delicious!”

While speaking, Harada reached out to the paper tray in Hang Chen's hand, bowed slightly, and said softly: "I'm starting to move!"

After saying that, he reached out to take a skewer and started chewing it. At this time, the old man Harada's face had obviously less sweat and his face returned to normal.

Now let alone the Chinese around, even the Japanese next to him looked at the old man Harada without blinking his eyes. Some people even forgot the spicy taste in their mouths like fire.

“It’s really delicious, it’s really delicious!”

When he had eaten the third skewers, the meat skewers in the tray in Hangchen's hand disappeared, so Harada reached out and took the paper plate from the second female Japanese devil's hand, picked up the remaining four or five meat skewers and sent them into his mouth.

When Hang Chen saw that this Japanese old man was good, he ate it well! Seeing that he was eating so happily, he even reminded him: "You must bring ice beer with you to skewers, this is the best match!"

Hearing Hang Chen say this, Harada first thanked Hang Chen, and then said to his companion next to him. At this time, the second male devil immediately sent a bottle of ice beer in front of Harada.

At this time, Harada himself was also surprised. He felt like he had opened his taste bud library and had never tasted such a delicious food. If he hadn't tasted this delicious skewers today, Harada wouldn't have known that spicy food could make such a thrilling feeling. Although he was sweating and kept sucking, the spicy food seemed to take away all the darkness in his body, making him feel like he was filled with an indescribable sense of happiness all over his body, and he suddenly felt that all the food he had eaten in his life was useless.

After scrambling seven or eight meat skewers in a row, Harada felt a little overwhelmed, so he looked at the remaining piece of meat in his hand and felt a little reluctant to eat it.

“Or?”

As soon as he saw Harada's eyes, Hang Chen couldn't help but think: This old man is so pitiful, his eyes looking at the meat seem to be like he hasn't eaten much.

"Then please trouble you!" Harada immediately bowed to Hang Chen again when he heard this.

Hang Chen felt a little embarrassed when a person of such an old age bowed to him, and immediately waved his hand and said, "You're welcome, you're welcome."

After saying that, he turned around and returned to his barbecue stall, took out a handful of 20 skewers of lamb skewers on the barbecue rack.

Harada stood up and stood seriously beside the barbecue stall, looking at the meat skewers on the oven with a stern face, as if he was paying attention to something extraordinary. But the old man Harada's attention did not mean that he was greedy, as if he was paying attention to a beautiful thing being created.

The Japanese old man Harada who was standing in front of the stall made it a little unnatural, and he always felt a little awkward. Hang Chen roasted it for a while and handed over the rest of his work to Gu Fen.

Gu Fen of Ma Daha didn't think so much like Hang Chen. She burned it first and then roasted it. She looked almost done and asked Harada: "How much spicy is it?"

"Please just put more than the original one, thank you!"

After Kuan'er got up, Harada took Kuan'er and followed the Chinese next to him. He squatted under the shade of the tree and started to sipping knots. He was dressed in a suit and tie, and was dressed very formally. When he squatted like this, he immediately gave people a particularly funny feeling and a little down-to-earth.

On this day, the old man grabbed a skewer with his left hand and a meat skewer with his right hand and delivered it straight into his mouth. After eating a skewer, he took the ice beer handed over by his companion, took a sip and put it in front of him. There was a good thing squatted beer next to him, and he even held the bottle in his hand and touched Harada. Soon the two of them started chatting like this.

Starting today, the skewer life of a Japanese old man has officially begun!
Chapter completed!