"What are you looking at me doing? Why don't you hurry up and take out the food in your backpack?"

Seeing Peng Hong looking at him, Qin Feng stepped forward angrily, took off Peng Hong's backpack, and said in somewhat awkward Russian: "Children, come to eat. There is no cake, but there is delicious food.

Do you want to try our roast duck?"

Although Qin Feng doesn't have much sympathy, the most unsightly thing in his life is the little girl starving. The scene in the room in front of him made Qin Feng involuntarily think of the situation with his sister when he was a boy, so even if Karachev doesn't

Mention Russian ginseng, and Qin Feng will bring out all his food.

While talking, Qin Feng took out the food from his backpack. When Qin Feng left, Meng Yao was afraid that he would starve outside, so he bought a lot of Beijing roast duck and some vacuum-packed cooked food. Qin Feng has very little food now.

I needed to eat, so I left all these behind.

"Grandma Katyusha, I...can we eat?" Seeing what Qin Feng took out, this time not only Irina, but also several other children couldn't help but swallow their saliva, with eyes in their eyes.

The light emitted was brighter than the candles in the room.

"There is really a small cake, Elena, do you want to eat it?"

Qin Feng accidentally discovered that there was a pack of cakes in the food. He immediately took it out, walked to Elena, touched her little head, and said: "Elena, eat it, this is what my brother gave you.

Gift……"

"I...I..." Elena took the cake deliberately, but her eyes were still on Aunt Katyusha. During this period, all their food was distributed by Aunt Katyusha, and the children

I am most convinced of her.

"Eat, kids. Thank you to our friends..."

Seeing the expectant looks on the children's faces, Katyusha couldn't help but feel sour in her heart, and said: "Before eating, you have to know who gave the food. This is polite, you know?"

"Excuse me. What's your name?" Elena asked Qin Feng with her big eyes open.

"Just call me brother." Qin Feng stuffed the cake into Elena's hand. He really couldn't see the child starving. Although Elena had golden eyes and blue hair, her longing eyes were

My sister is no different.

"Thank you, brother!" Elena no longer cared about distinguishing whether her brother's name was a problem. She took the cake handed over by Qin Feng and ate it in big mouthfuls. A cake the size of a fist was actually swallowed by her in two or two mouthfuls.

stomach.

"Elena, come here, drink some water and wait a while before eating. You guys are the same, you can only eat one duck for two people..."

Seeing Elena's eyes turned to the cooked food he brought, Qin Feng handed over his kettle. He could see that these children had not had a full meal for several days. This

However, they should not be too full after a meal, otherwise there is a risk of their stomachs bursting.

"Peng, please help me thank your friend!" At this time, Karachev also saw that these things should belong to Qin Feng, and immediately said: "Young man, can I know your name?"

"My name is Qin Feng, Chinese!" Qin Feng reported his name. Now he is at the pinnacle of human evolution. He rarely cares about anything. Even if he is found out, Qin Feng will not be afraid.

.

"Thank you, my friend..." Karachev rocked the wheelchair and came to Qin Feng's side, grabbed his hand and put it on his forehead. He held it tightly for about ten seconds before letting go.

"Qin Feng, this is the highest courtesy of the Moldovan tribe to their friends!" Peng Hong explained to Qin Feng on the side: "Karachev's doing this shows that you are already his most trusted friend. For the sake of his friends,

He was willing to give his life..."

Peng Hong has been traveling between China and Russia for many years and knows some of the etiquette of the ethnic minorities here. Just like he has known Karachev for many years and only received a hug from him, but it is not as high as Qin Feng's.

"Thank you for your trust..." Qin Feng bowed slightly to Karachev.

"Young man, you are so good!"

After Katyusha distributed the food to the children, she came to Qin Feng. Looking at her posture, she seemed to want to hug Qin Feng. Qin Feng was frightened and said quickly: "I still have wine in my bag, the strongest wine.

I think...shall we have a drink first?"

Qin Feng knew that in Russia, including the former Soviet Union, both men and women were the most drunk. Sure enough, as soon as he said these words, Katyusha and Karachev's eyes lit up at the same time, with hopeful faces.

His expression is even worse than that of the other children just now.

"Oh, my dear friend, I think that although you don't look very strong, you are already qualified to be my woman."

Katyusha couldn't bear it anymore this time, and reached out to hug Qin Feng, but Qin Feng, who had already reacted, stuffed a bottle of Erguotou into her hand, stopping Katyusha's movement.

“Oh God, it’s China’s Erguotou!”

Katyusha no longer cared about hugging Qin Feng. She stretched out her hand and unscrewed the bottle cap, took two big sips, and reluctantly screwed the bottle cap back on, saying: "Like this

Good thing, I have to save some for those old guys, otherwise they will really fight me..."

"I still have five bottles here..."

Qin Feng took out another bottle and handed it to Karachev. Before entering Russia, he had several boxes, but they were all left at the Prairie Police Station. These bottles were originally brought with him because he was afraid that Peng Hong would be tired from the journey.

, keep it for him to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis.

"It's really China's Erguotou. This is a good wine!" Karachev lost his composure after getting the wine. He unscrewed the bottle cap and drank half of the bottle in one go. His slightly pale face showed

There was a hint of blush.

"Kalachev, do you want to drink a bottle alone?" Katyusha looked at Karachev with some dissatisfaction and said, "This is given to everyone by Qin, and you have to leave your wine to me for safekeeping!

"

"Dear Katyusha, just let me have another sip."

Karachev looked at Katyusha with a pleading look on his face and said: "I haven't drank such a strong drink for five months. Compared with it, the whiskey in your bar is as tasteless as boiled water..."

"It's tasteless and you drank it all?" Katyusha ignored Karachev's plea and directly pulled the bottle out of his arms, but Qin Feng noticed that when Katyusha turned around, she still

Secretly took a big sip.

"Brother Hong, this...is this serious?" Seeing two people who were over a hundred years old together grabbing a drink, Qin Feng was a little dumbfounded. As the big brother of China, when did the people of the former Soviet Union get into this situation?

Has it reached a point?

"Of course as for..."

Peng Hong nodded seriously and said: "Qin Feng, you don't know that when the former Soviet Union just disintegrated, just a bottle of Erguotou could be exchanged for a good mink coat in Moscow, which would make

A beautiful Russian woman will sleep with you for three days..."

"Are they so good at wine?" Qin Feng remembered that he had vaguely heard rumors about Russians being good at wine before, but seeing it was worse than seeing it. It was only now that he realized that those rumors were not exaggerated in the slightest.

"Drunk people freeze to death every year in Russian winter. They are really willing to risk their lives for wine." Peng Hong smiled bitterly and said: "People of Karachev's age have been drinking wine all their lives.

They have long been addicted to alcohol."

When Peng Hong came to the town of Baku for the first time, he quickly established friendships with Karachev, Katyusha and others with a few bottles of Erguotou that he brought with him. Therefore, he understood better than anyone else the role of hard liquor in areas such as the former Soviet Union.

Its role is absolutely unfavorable when doing things.

"What the hell, where does that smell of liquor come from?" A voice suddenly rang outside the door. Then a burly old man opened the door. He didn't even have to look for it, and looked straight at Ka.

The half bottle of wine in Qiu Sha's hand.

"Katyusha, haven't we drank all the liquor in your cellar?" The old man let out a scream, stretched out his hand and snatched the wine from Katyusha's hand. He shouted: "We are outside.

The guards are patrolling, but you are hiding in the house drinking. This is so inappropriate..."

As the old man spoke, his hands wereted no time at all. He unscrewed the cap of the bottle and poured it into his mouth. This also caused his pronunciation of the last few words to be a little unclear.

"Second Lieutenant Bashkir!" Seeing that the bottle of wine was about to be finished by the visitor, Karachev became anxious and said quickly: "What is the purpose of the Soviet Red Army?"

"Ah?" Bashkir was stunned for a moment, then reflexively placed the wine bottle on the table next to him and said, "Everything seized must be returned to the public..."

"Yes, these wines must be returned to the public!" Karachev reached out and grabbed the bottle of wine, drank the last two ounces into his stomach, and said: "Bashkir, you are a good soldier!

"

"Damn it, we have retired a long time ago!"

It wasn't until this moment that Bashkir reacted, looking at Karachev with a look of sorrow and anger, and said: "Karachev, why weren't you killed with one shot a few days ago? You cunning old man...

…”

"Huh, I won't die even if you die. Bashkir, with your stubborn mind, isn't it all thanks to me that you can survive until now?" Karachev and Bashkir glared at each other.

His eyes, his posture seemed like he was about to start a fight.

"Qin, it's okay. They've known each other since they were naked, so they won't be really angry."

Katyusha explained to Qin Feng beside her, turned around and shouted to the two old people: "Don't scare our guests, you two immortals, please be more honest, otherwise you won't even be able to survive."

I drank too much..."

"Dear Katyusha, you seem to be looking beautiful again."

After hearing Katyusha's words, Bashkir quickly sat upright on the chair and said in a very flattering tone: "I seem to be looking at you decades ago. You were definitely not like this back then.

Fatty, she is really the cutest girl in our town of Baku..."

"Bashkir, you pig head, you still don't know how to praise people." Listening to Bashkir's words, Karachev already covered his stomach and laughed. This old friend of his has been doing this for decades, every time

When praising Katyusha, I always repeat these words over and over again.

"Damn it, Kil, I'm going to teach you a lesson..."

Sure enough, before Bashkir finished speaking, Katyusha's huge body was already pressing on Bashkir's body. Unfortunately, the chair under him could not support them at all. Both of them weighed more than two or three hundred.

There was a "click" sound, and the two of them rolled to the ground at the same time.
To be continued...