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"Old Wang, Miss Nanlian, let me introduce you to you. This is my aunt, Emia, and uncle Dunovsky."

The red tank stood up and introduced his two relatives to Wang Yan and Nan Lian.

At this time, everyone was sitting around the wooden house, in front of a somewhat old wooden dining table. The air was filled with the woody aroma that was emitted after the firewood burned, and the aroma of Liba that was being roasted.

Next to the strip dining table where everyone was sitting, the fire was burning vigorously in the fireplace, illuminating the unique wooden house with red color. The windows were covered with a layer of water vapor, and the room was filled with warmth and peace.

"Auntie Emia, Uncle Du Ruofu, my name is Wang Yan. This is my girlfriend, Huangfu Nanlian." Wang Yan held Nanlian's hand, stood up, and introduced himself to the two old men in English.

It’s not that Wang Yan and Nan Lian can’t learn Russian, but they just think that Russian is so gossiping, which is really troublesome. It just so happened that these two old people could understand English, so everyone continued to communicate with each other in English.

Before this, after Nan Lian returned from Shamanyan, she met with Red Tank and Wang Yan. After chatting for a few simple words, everyone returned to the Red Tank Aunt's house and prepared to have dinner together.

Of course, in some of the details, Nan Lian planned to stay until she was alone with Wang Yan and talk to him in detail. Wang Yan, based on his current realm, probably guessed what happened, and did not ask much at the time.

Although there are still many doubts about Nan Lian’s life experience, fortunately, a clue has been found now. Wang Yan believes that as long as he continues to explore slowly, he will definitely gain a lot, so he is not in a hurry to do so.

"Haha, good kids, you are all good kids."

Aunt Amya and Uncle Dunov smiled quietly, and at the same time stretched out their rough but warm hands, and shook Wang Yan's Nan Lian very enthusiastically, "Sit down quickly, and when you come, just treat it as your home. Go back and stay with the stupid boy in our house for a few more days."

"Auntie Emia and Uncle Du Ruof, in front of outsiders, can you stop calling me a silly boy?" The red tank touched the back of his head, showing a helpless and embarrassing look.

This scene made everyone laugh.

Who would have thought that the red tank, which was cruel and violent outside and known as the immortal monster, had such a gentle and homely side at home.

"Brother Tank, I think the title of silly boy is very suitable for you." Wang Yan couldn't help but joke with him.

"Old Wang, you, you..." The red tank had a wrong nose, but he was really not good at verbalizing and scolding. Faced with Lao Wang's ridicule, he couldn't think of a counterattack for a moment.

This embarrassed look caused laughter from everyone.

Outsiders may not know, but Wang Yan learned a lot of the other party’s past deeds as he contacted him.

A long time ago, the father of the Red Tank was also a soldier in his early years. All the people of that era had lofty ambitions. However, after being injured on the battlefield, he was disabled and had to retire early and returned, becoming an extremely ordinary factory guard.

Therefore, the red tank's depressed and unsuccessful father was infected with a severe addiction to alcohol, often had domestic violence, and became crazy about alcohol. The red tank's mother, unable to bear such a life, divorced his father very early and did not know where he went.

Maybe it’s not that I don’t know, but the red tank is not willing to look for it anymore.

In short, losing his mother's punching bag, his father pointed all his fingers at him and forced his ideals to him. He trained him militarized all day long, and beat and insulted him when he was drunk.

This also directly caused the red tanks to be taciturn in childhood and were excluded and bullied everywhere in school.

But even so, when he encountered a gangster robbery on the road, his disabled father still bravely stood up, and in the end, in order to protect the weak, he was stabbed to death in front of him.

The scenes of his father's tragic death in front of him caused the red tank to completely collapse. His genes began to mutate, and the huge energy hidden in his body also exploded. From that moment on, the young red tank became a monster with extremely powerful physical strength, even invulnerable swords and guns, as if it would not die.

Human beings are often such a contradiction, entangled and conflicted between many emotions and right and wrong, and constantly looking for their own answers. Perhaps it is precisely because of this that human beings continue to move forward and make progress while pursuing themselves and realizing themselves.

Losing his father and mother, the Red Tank spent a lot of time in his childhood, and stayed in his aunt and uncle's family.

The peaceful and simple uncle and aunt also influenced the red tank a lot, which prevented him from going astray, and finally fulfilled his father and himself ideals, becoming a hero in the Russian army.

Wang Yan later learned about these deeds. After seeing these two old men, his heart was warm. This warm family atmosphere reminded him of his parents and childhood.

Nan Lian, who was standing beside her, was also infected by this harmonious surrounding, her eyes full of imagination, as if she was imagining what kind of person her mother would be and what kind of scene would be when she met her.

Wang Yan saw her thoughts and couldn't help but quietly hold the other party's tenderness under the table, and at the same time said in a voice transmission: "I believe she must be a good mother. You must be left alone because of her difficulties."

"I also believe that we will definitely find her next."

"Xiao Yan, thank you..." Nan Lian turned her eyes to look at Wang Yan, with deep affection in her eyes, and a rudder unknowingly, it had already climbed onto her cheeks.

Everyone chatted casually for a few words, and dinner officially began.

Uncle Dunov personally opened a whole bucket of home-made vodka, filled Wang Yan and others with great enthusiasm, and greeted everyone and drank as much as possible. Don't be polite.

Wang Yan was a little surprised at the moment. He had known that the Russian people liked drinking, but he didn't expect that they loved drinking so much.

This barrel of homemade vodka has an alcohol content of at least fifty or sixty degrees. As a result, the old man raised his cup and killed half of it in one bite. This boldness is really scary.

While everyone was pouring wine, Aunt Emia had already brought up the Russian family delicacies.

The first thing I saw was a plate of bread that had just been baked, half the size of a basketball, and was still steaming.

"I know this, this kind of big bread is called Reba."

Nanlian smelled the familiar bread scent of Leba and showed a gentle smile, "Due to my own characteristics, I have conducted a long-term mission in northern Xinjiang, and I will also use this food as a staple food there."

"This bread is made of flour, hops and salt as the main raw materials, and is baked with hard woods only found in northern forests. It has a crispy shell, soft inner texture, and a sweet and sour hop aroma. It is very delicious. And only this large bread weighing three or four kilograms is called Leba, the small one is called Shaq, and the remaining bread rusks are called Sukli."

"Miss Nanlian is a good experience." As the host of the banquet, the red tank cut the big Lieba with a knife to distinguish the people sitting there. "Old Wang comes and taste it. The taste of my aunt is not available outside."

Wang Yan was full of curiosity when he heard Nan Lian's explanation. He took a bite and said, "Well, it's not bad! It's really crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. In the faint salty taste, it's sweet and sour, which is very delicious."

"Haha, I'm afraid you won't get used to it here." At this time, Bolisa, who went to the kitchen to help, walked over with a large bowl of steaming meat soup.

"For us, Liba needs to be served with butter and borscht to make it more delicious. Lao Wang will give it a try?"

"Okay, I'll try it." Wang Yan, according to her words, applied butter outside Lieba, dipped it in steaming borscht, then took a bite with a refreshing bite, immediately raised his eyebrows, raised his thumb and praised, "It's delicious, very rich in flavor!"

"That's good." Bai Lisa nodded and smiled, turned around and walked into the kitchen again, and worked hard with Aunt Emia.

At this time, she took off her wolf cloak and put on an apron. Compared to her heroic and capable appearance before, she is now more like a gentle sister to the family.

It can be seen that even the superpowers take off their cloaks that are like heroes, they still have the joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness of ordinary people in their daily lives.

In addition, Wang Yan and Nan Lian are simple and casual people, and they both enjoy the warm atmosphere unique to the family at this moment.

As everyone talked, food that Wang Yan had never tried was served on the table one after another.

For example, simmer and cook into a rich and fragrant stew that melts in your mouth; beet herring salad with rich and varied flavors; and Russian smoked sausages that are crispy, smooth and smooth, often dipped in sauce and eaten with sliced ​​leba.

There are also a variety of fish and shrimps caught from Lake Baikal, which are fresh and plump and juicy.

In addition, there are naturally potato dishes that are popular among local residents and a wide variety of pickled dishes. Among them is a sour, crispy and refreshing sour cucumber, which makes Wang Yan praise it.

In short, although the traditional Russian dishes here are not mainly cooked and fried, they are still full of colors, fragrance and flavor, and have unique characteristics. Moreover, the bold and unrestrained personality of the people here, each dish is full of weight, which is particularly satisfying.

Even Wang Yan's battle pet hairy crabs were given a super large portion of fish meal, such as Qiu Baishi, Dufu fish, Aomur fish, etc., which are very rare in China and can't even eat them.

The hairy crabs that had been drooling for a long time immediately feasted on their image.

Halfway through the wine, although Wang Yan couldn't stand the high-volume vodka, he ate very happily at this family dinner.

It was not early at this time, and the elderly Aunt Amya and Uncle Dunov went upstairs to rest, leaving behind four people including the Red Tank and Wang Yan, and continued to chat.

Suddenly, the red tank used its mental power to isolate a small soundproof space covering four people around it. Then, he narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Wang Yan, and said mysteriously: "Old Wang, we have a confidential information to tell you, and this matter may also be related to you."

"Oh? Confidential information?" Wang Yan turned his gaze, "It's still related to me?"
Chapter completed!