After cleaning up and coming out, the yard smelled of wine, meat and luxury.
Mingfeng Laoliu and four or five other people were drinking and singing. It didn't look like a street gangster. Instead, it made people feel very manly, and they talked about men's topics.
Jie Jie sat aside, and when he saw me, he quickly swallowed the meat in his mouth, and then whimpered as a greeting.
"Eat well."
Touching Jie Jie's head, I followed Yin Yijie and sat on a large chair.[
He hugged me, but I didn't have the strength or bother to care about it. Ah, there's no point in worrying about it now. Anyway, he was very comfortable next to me.
Jiejie whimpered to his father alone, and Yin Yijie glanced at him and hummed:
"Eat yours!"
Alas, the same sentence, whether you hear it or not, is definitely different when your parents say it. Jie Jie looked at me and saw that I had no objection, so he bowed his head and continued eating.
Mingfeng burst into laughter, rubbed his eyebrows and sighed: "Jie Jie let the girl make you become a sperm. How are you? Have you been lazy recently?"
Mingfeng poured wine for everyone and waved his hand to Uncle Tao to do his work!
Everyone here is with their families, and there are not many rules. Mingfeng looked at me and said: "No, I did meritorious service yesterday. I have made a lot of progress in the test a few days ago. Haha, I have really become a master. I don't need to train."
They are more powerful than strong winds. But it’s fine if it’s the only one in the house.”
Yin Yijie gave me some taro dumplings, stopped and asked Mingfeng: "Have you found out? What's going on?"
I took a bite of the dumpling and held it in my mouth in a daze: What does it mean?
I just immersed myself in eating lotus root stuffing and didn't pay attention. Is there any mystery behind this?
I don’t know anything about co-authorship or stories?
Looking around, I waited for a few men to clarify their doubts.
Yin Yijie grabbed my hand, stuffed the chopsticks into his mouth, and ate the remaining half of the dumpling. He scooped up a bowl of lotus leaf soup for me with his left hand and put it in front of him to dry. Alas, I was speechless, and the people at the table were watching, so I couldn't restrain myself.
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I just picked up the spoon and wanted to taste it, but he insisted on grabbing my hand and scooping up the soup in his own mouth awkwardly. He didn't know whether I was feeding him or he was feeding himself. Well, there was no explanation and I ignored it.