Little Shuangye is so sensible. It’s always a bit awkward to get stuck between two men, so he said, “I’ll help my sister.” So Shuangye slipped to the kitchen.

The atmosphere of the remaining two people is even more awkward.

"Do you smoke?" Zhao's father took out a pack of little pandas and threw them to Su Budong.

Su Budong took the cigarette and lit it skillfully. He glanced at the little panda in his hand. It turned out to be a special supply. He regretted not asking what Zhao Min and his family came from. Originally, Su Budong was very worried when he made friends, and forgot what Lu Tian and his circle were like.

"You do business?"

"yes."

"Japanese people?"

"To be precise, it is the Japanese Chinese."

"Stay away from my daughter."

"Uncle, you're thinking too much. I'm just here to have a meal with Zhao Min."

Both men were not sensible and started to smoke.

A specially-supplied little panda had a long filter, but it was gone without taking a cigarette.

The middle-aged man wanted to smoke again, and Su Budong handed over his Chinese, but the middle-aged man didn't answer, "I can't take it for you to smoke China, it's too choking."

So Su Budong lit one himself, and the middle-aged man lit another little panda himself.

"Zhao Min said you can get some three-legged cat kung fu?"

"It's a beginning."

"Do you need to exercise your muscles before eating?"

"Happiness is coming."

The middle-aged man opened a door to a room. There was no other furniture in the room except for a Wing Chun wooden stake, and the floor was covered with red painted wooden floors. The middle-aged man moved the wooden stake to the corner, "Do you still need to warm up in advance?"

Su Budong shook his head: "No need, I'm already overheated today."

The two bowed each other.

"please."

"please."

Open up.

Zhao's father was calm and composed, giving Su Budong an inexplicable pressure.

The opponent is as unmoved as a mountain, giving him the feeling that he will lose if he doesn't take the initiative to attack.

Su Budong endured it. It was a tug of war in his mood. If the other party seduced him, the less he could take the initiative.

Zhao's father looked behind Su Budong, and Su Budong was stunned. Is there something behind him?

"You are dead in actual combat." Zhao's father attacked suddenly, his fist was fierce, and Su Budong felt invincible.

So he avoided the sideways. Unexpectedly, Zhao's father had already known Su Budong's next move. In the direction where Su Budong retreated, he used a move to turn off the horse's legs. Su Budong suddenly lost the center of gravity and leaned back!

Su Budong forced the center of gravity to forcefully reverse the center of gravity in the air, supported his body with his hand, and quickly bounced up. Zhao's father did not let Su Budong go, but swung it out again.

Su Budong resisted the kick with both hands. Zhao's father's successive attacks made him exhausted from dealing with it, and he had never felt this way.

"You are too weak." Zhao's father changed his breath. Before Su Budong could finish his words, he finally took the initiative to attack.

Su Budong attacked Zhao's father with his right fist, and Zhao's father crossed his fists in one gear. Su Budong turned his fists into a palm and passed through Zhao's father's fists. Zhao's father headed to the left. Su Budong slashed at Zhao's father's head with a knife with his left hand.

Zhao's father drew a semicircle with his fists and bounced Su Budong's hand away.

"It's interesting, you're not that weak." Zhao's father said in a lit up. "I'm going to take it seriously."

When Zhao's father raised his anger, his right fist seemed to surge. He stepped on the floor and swung his punch!

Su Budong only felt that his body was pushed back by a force and leaned back.

"Internal strength!" Su Budong's heart was clear and knew that Zhao's father was a master of practicing internal strength. He jumped up and filled the "strong strength" he had learned before with his dantian luck.

"Drink!" Zhao's father hit another punch, and Su Budong took the punch!

Zhao's father felt that his fist felt different from the past, and his eyes lit up: "Did you understand the internal strength?"

"Understand."

My father Zhao was afraid of hurting people just now, so he only used six points of internal strength, but now he suddenly raised his internal strength to eight points.

"go."

Su Budong was hard and his health was not feeling well. This time he no longer made a fool of himself and went astray, and used a palm knife to cut Zhao's father's neck.

Zhao's father smiled and said, "A little trick." He swept his elbow upwards, blocked the knife, and smashed it down with the momentum. This time, Su Budong had to get over it.

Su Budong dared to be negligent, so he could only use a trick to pull the vagina and attack the key points.

This elbow didn't hit it.

Because Su Budong's leg was not stretched out.

"Good boy, if you go through actual combat, your kung fu will improve." Zhao's father's eyes finally showed a hint of affirmation. Zhao's father stopped luck and Su Budong also withdrew his legs.

"Take it."

"Take it."

The two greeted each other according to the rules of the warrior.

"A guy who is willing to work hard to practice national skills will not be too bad." said Zhao's father.

Su Budong felt very sorry for her, and she taught you all this truth alone.

"Self-table." Zhao's mother shouted in the kitchen.

"Go to eat." At this time, Zhao's father still had to maintain his majesty and put away the expression of praise in his eyes.

After going to the bathroom to wash his hands, Zhao's father took Su Budong to the restaurant.

Just 20 minutes later, four dishes were already served in the restaurant: fried meat, fried lotus root, cold pork skin jelly and cold vegetable hearts.

"Can you drink? How much alcohol do you have?" Zhao's father asked.

"If you drink a pound, you will sacrifice your life if you accompany you." Su Budong remembered Yuan Lang's words in "Soldier Assault" for no reason.

As men, they won’t know each other without fighting.

"Okay!" Zhao's father nodded and opened a bottle of wine that was obviously treasured for many years.

Just as I bottled together, the wine smelled everywhere.

Zhao's mother was still busy in the kitchen: "You drink some first, I have two dishes. Xiao Shuangye is also hungry, so hurry up and sit down and eat. The aunt here is enough to do her own work."

Shuangye found the seat next to him and sat down. Zhao Min poured Shuangye a glass of champagne. There was a woman smiling on the champagne sign, with the words "Lady's Champagne" written below.

Seven Ye was startled: "I don't drink, do I have any drinks or something?"

Zhao Min smiled and said, "This is the Chinese drink. We children can also drink this for the New Year. This one has no alcohol content." Zhao Min did not say that this champagne was specially sent by the Shandong Provincial Office in Beijing before the New Year. After all, logistics in this era is not well developed, and specialties from other provinces may not be available in Beijing.

Shuangye Yiyan licked her mouth and found that it was really sweet except for the bubbles. So she narrowed her eyes and smiled, "This is good."

Zhao Min rubbed Shuangye's head and said, "Yes, we'll drink this in a while, so it's enough."

Zhao's father took out two glasses, which could be about 2 taels of wine. He put it on Su Budong and then filled it on himself.

Su Budong was about to clink glasses with Zhao's father, but Zhao's father took a big sip. Su Budong thought to himself that he was so fierce, so he hurriedly took a big sip with him.

The wine is different from the previous Baodao sorghum wine. The wine is strong and it burns into the stomach like it enters the throat and fire.

Su Budong felt a warm current flowing out of his stomach, which made the inside feel very comfortable.

At this time, Zhao's mother brought a fish and walked out of the kitchen. When she saw the wine on the table, she immediately changed her mind: "Why did you turn on the stuffed donkey? Is this called wine? Is this called alcohol? Is our family short of good wine? Change a wine quickly."

Su Budong quickly smoothed out: "Auntie, this wine is quite delicious."

"I don't know why he is at ease? This wine is over 70 degrees, and he is still in the style of the army. I want to measure your alcohol tolerance." Zhao's mother complained.

Su Budong felt that his alcohol capacity should be almost the same as he could handle it. Unexpectedly, Zhao Min had an expression of watching the show, so he quietly asked Zhao Min while Zhao's father was picking up food: "How much alcohol does your dad drink?"

Zhao Min smiled and said, "I have watched him fight for alcohol since I was a child, but I have never lost."

Su Budong was shocked. His drinking capacity was probably not enough for his father to get between his teeth.

When Zhao's mother sat down, the table was filled with joy. Zhao's mother and Zhao's father welcomed Su Budong and Shuangye to come to visit, and then Su Budong began to toast repeatedly.

The 3 cups of wine reached the bottom, with a total of 6 taels of liang. The more Su Budong drank the wine, the more it was easier to drink.

But as soon as he ate a bite of cabbage, Su Budong knew that his alcohol was coming.

My tongue began to tie it, and my eyes looked a little distant.
Chapter completed!