In this kind of interview, it is not necessary to say how high-end or how dedicated you are.

It is precisely those plain and slightly cramped language that makes it more important.

It is these plain languages ​​and these simple faces that let the audience know that there are still many people in this world bowing forward in the corners of the mountains.

After reading this news, the atmosphere in the room became much more lively.

They kept raising their glasses to celebrate.

Wang Chuang's face was flushed, but he drank no less wine. It can be seen that he was very happy.

He only got his own honor medal in the afternoon, but Wang Chuang was not even willing to let it go and hung it up as soon as possible.

After three rounds of drinking, Director Ma fell down first and was directly helped to the kang by Chen Nian.

Wang Chuang was the second one to fall.

The main reason is that every time I enter the wine, Director Ma will toast Wang Chuang and take a sip, Aged toast Wang Chuang and take another sip.

He was a little embarrassed when he said that, and silently picked up the wine glass and took another sip on it himself.

It means that a person has three times the age, so how can he not get drunk?

Although Chen Nian was also dizzy when he drank, he was much more awake and helped Wang Chuang to the kang again. He saw Wang Chuang holding the certificate in his arms like a treasure.

The above is written in bold large characters that say the national outstanding forest rangers.

Wang Chuang

"Dad, have you watched... your son is on TV... the national outstanding forest ranger, dad... there is a TV in the sky. You can watch the TV and turn it on and you can look at your son."

"There are only 10 people in the country, and there is one of them. You can have fun secretly and show off to those people. Who said that if you have no future in the forest, their son can go on TV? No, but your son can!

"Dad, it would be great if no one threw cigarette butts into the woods..."

Chen Nian listened to Wang Chuang muttering in the quilt on the kang, and after a while, he began to sob in a low voice. This was the first time Chen Nian saw such a big man secretly hiding in the quilt and crying.

"Oh...if no one threw cigarette butts into the woods..."

Chen Nian sighed too, and then began to clean up the leftovers on the table.

I put a bag on the table after I finished eating. Anyway, with this temperature, it would not break even if I put it until tomorrow.

All the things that can be placed are placed together, the used dishes, chopsticks and plates are washed off, the wine glass is cleaned, and then the wine is put back into the cabinet.

After doing all this, Chen Nian poked the stove again and added some large pieces of coal to it.

Then he lay back on the bed.

I lay on the bed like this, feeling the temperature of the kang in the quilt, and listening to the snoring of the other two people sleeping.

One race and the other sounds loud, just like a marathon.

At this moment, Chen Nian even felt that if the sounds of the two of them could be kept at the same frequency to resonate, they might be able to collapse the brick house in the second half of the night.

I became drunk and the aging gradually became confused.

I soon fell asleep.

After getting drunk, Chen Nian had another dream, and he dreamed that he was back to the evening when everyone had dinner together.

Pot buns, tiger vegetables, cornmeal porridge and ginseng wine are full of them.

But just as they were about to move their chopsticks, the dishes on the table suddenly came alive one by one.

The first ones were sweet and salty pot buns. These two dishes turned into two twin beauties, but they both wore ethnic costumes and began dancing on the table.

One is dressed in a gorgeous dress, and the other is worn slightly darker.

I don’t know which ethnic dance they were dancing, but they were both hard and soft. The ornaments on the body of the sweet pot dumpling are red, and as the slender waist twists, a crisp sound of dinging.

The accessories on the salty pot buns are brown, and the sound is a bit dull when dancing, but they complement the crisp ringtone.

Immediately afterwards, the transformed ones were knot noodles and meat buns.

The bacon turned into a simple and elegant woman in farm clothes, and there was a large area of ​​fields beside her.

As she rhythmically clamped the corn cob, the burly woman who turned into a meat bun was beating the drum at the same time.

Ginseng wine also turned into a gurgling stream, flowing happily next to this field, bringing prosperity and prosperity to this land.

But just as the old man was getting excited, the tiger vegetable transformed into a green yaksha!

"Wow, ah, ah," rushed towards everyone.

The village flower who was working away, and the twin sisters slid their feet and fell down a big butt.

Chen Nian has seen the Yasha picture, but has never seen this pure green Yasha before. I don’t know if it is a genetic mutation or what.

Seeing that the girls were scared to death, Yasha smiled very satisfied, but this smile became even uglier.

He turned his head to look at Chen Nian.

Then he came to Chen Nian with his weapons.

“Ruaaaa!”

Immediately afterwards... Chen Nian was awakened by fear.

After waking up, I was still scared and thought that the green thing was too scary.

The tiger dishes made by the horse farm manager are indeed domineering!

But when Chen Nian opened his eyes, he found that the horse farm manager had already put on his clothes and was wearing a hat.

"Where are Director Ma? Have breakfast before leaving?"

Unexpectedly, the horse farm leader turned his head and said, "Don't eat anymore, you can sleep for a while. Don't go out this morning. I drank a lot of wine yesterday, so I'll take a good time this morning."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

With the sound of the door being closed and the sound of the motorcycle engine being activated outside, Chen Nian silently got up from the bed, endured the headache, first poured a cup of warm water for himself, and then took a cup of hot water.

On the table in the middle.

After I get up, I can drink it.

While starting to make barbecue noodles, Chen Nian recalled the steps and procedures of Wang Chuang making two pot buns of meat yesterday.

Then I looked at the remaining large piece of tenderloin, and Chen Nian decided to try it out when he was in the evening.

After boiling the noodles with the barbecue, the old man started to warm up the dishes again. Yesterday’s pot dumpling meat was not finished, so everyone had drunk alcohol, so naturally they ate less food.

But at this time, Chen Nian couldn't help but take a piece of cold pot meat in his hand and put it in his mouth. As a result, the pot meat was still crispy and soft, with a unique flavor.

I thought the two-point pot meat would become very hard, but who would have thought it would have a completely different taste?

And let alone this tastes quite delicious.
Chapter completed!