A group of boys who followed Zhiyong outside to watch the excitement collectively let out a sound of being teased.
Some people even whispered that this big fat man must be almost drunk.
At this time, Zhiyong was standing at the door of the hot pot restaurant, looking at a fit girl running on the road next to him.
"Is this the goddess you are talking about?"
Zhang Feng, who followed, waved his hand in front of Zhiyong's eyes, and also began to suspect that Zhiyong was drunk.
The running girl has ordinary features, is about 1.8 meters tall, probably weighs over 180 kilograms, and has slightly dark skin.
As for the rest, I don't know how to describe it. If Chujiu was just an ordinary person, the girl running in front of me could probably knock down two Chujiu with one punch.
"You know nothing! This is a goddess on our grassland."
Zhiyong's saliva was dripping. He said that he smelled the smell of the grassland. With his thick and powerful legs and strong waist, it was absolutely no problem to ride a horse and wrestle.
"What about the cow? Don't you also call her a goddess? Fortunately, our aesthetic values have always been the same."
Zhang Feng began to doubt whether the people he had always considered to be his colleagues were so reliable. He turned to look at Liu Yang, who replied that in the eyes of Xinjiang people, cows are goddesses, unchangeable.
Zhiyong rolled his eyes at Zhang Feng and the two of them, the cow was indeed a goddess, every part was perfect from top to bottom.
It’s just that cows belong to the unreachable goddess in our hearts, just like the feeling we have when we see the world’s number one model in a magazine.
The goddess in front of me is the kind who hopes to get married and have children with him, and they can raise cattle and herd together.
Chujiu came out of the hot pot restaurant to pay the bill, followed by the smiling owner and his wife.
"Chujiu, what do you think of that girl?"
Zhang Feng hugged Chujiu with a smirk on his face, hoping to regain some of the feeling of congeniality between brothers from Chujiu.
"He is a perfect match for Brother Zhiyong, a perfect match!"
Zhang Feng felt out of breath for a moment. Zhiyong asked ecstatically again if Chujiu was real?
"I know that girl, she is a student from the school next door. Before you came, she held the record for the highest number of drinks in our store, with forty bottles of beer. She seems to have come from your prairie."
The boss looked at the girl running away and told Zhiyong that the girl would run on this road every night.
"Boss, I'm going for a walk to eat some food. I'll have some of your hot pot when I get back later. Don't worry, I won't drink."
Zhiyong happily thanked his boss for the information and jogged along the road to get into a state of exercise.
"What's going on with this horse riding? This guy usually doesn't want to climb the stairs in class, so now he starts to exercise?"
The answer to Zhang Feng was that the hotel owner smiled and pointed to the words on the pillar at the door: The power of love has no physical formula that can be measured so far.
"Guo Guo, just now Zhiyong said Xiaoxiaoshi would like to have another meal?"
After getting the affirmative answer, Chujiu pulled everyone to chase in the direction of Zhiyong.
The reason why the boss was so enthusiastic was that when I paid the bill on the ninth day of the Lunar New Year, I paid the boss an extra 100 yuan for drinks.
Chujiu felt that the amount of alcohol consumed by the few of them was indeed a bit excessive, which exceeded the bottom line of her psychological endurance.
At first, the boss was not willing to accept the money. After all, he opened his own business and if he dared to advertise like this, he would not be afraid that people would drink like this and make it seem like he was not talking what he said.
On the ninth day of the lunar month, I still insist on giving. Everyone has their own standards for measuring things. I just want to be mentally stable, otherwise I won’t be able to sleep well at night.
Besides, even if you pay an extra 100 yuan, the boss will still lose money. Each of the five people has more than 80 bottles of beer, worth more than 1,000 yuan. The business of this table is a loss no matter how you calculate it.
The boss was willing to charge an extra hundred yuan because Chujiu gave him an idea.
Make tonight's data a record of our store, and then spread the news. Heroes from all walks of life are welcome to come and challenge. The customer flow and store influence below will inevitably increase. Making money will happen sooner or later. This phenomenon is called the anti-bone phenomenon.
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When we saw Zhiyong again, he was walking side by side with a strong girl.
Driven by curiosity, we pretended to be passersby running and caught up with the two people in front of us to eavesdrop on what they were talking about.
"@$￥&%#=*"
It’s actually Mongolian…
The sturdy girl who was chatting with Zhiyong in dialect looked at the four of us strangely, then she said something to Zhiyong in a gibberish voice, and pointed towards us with her finger.
Zhiyong looked at us speechlessly and shook his head. Then he probably explained our identities to the strong girl. The girl actually slowed down and smiled and waved to us generously, saying in Mandarin with a hint of prairie flavor: "Brother, my good brother
, let’s drink.”
"Hello, sister-in-law!"
As the girl pointed to the hot pot restaurant not far away, the four of us called out "Sister-in-law" in unison, and then we smiled and sped off into the distance. Zhiyong stood on the side of the road with a messy look on his face.
Finally we went back for another hot pot meal, but this time there were six of us.
Chujiu happily ordered several plates of different mutton rolls, euphemistically claiming to relieve Zhiyong and his sister-in-law's homesickness, but in fact he had never had enough of them before.
The girl's Chinese name is Liu Qi, which sounds a bit masculine.
She also told us the Mongolian name "@$￥&%#=*", but we could only make out a few dozen words. As for its meaning, only Zhiyong and her could understand it.
Perhaps this is fate. Liu Qi and Zhiyong belong to the same state. Even their family pastures are only a few hundred miles apart, and their yaks and sheep are about the same size. They are perfectly matched. What's more important is that they are a perfect match.
After graduation, they have to go back to the grassland to live.
Liu Qi told us that their local medical level is very poor.
Most of the doctors in the grassland have not received formal training and are taught by the older generation. Students who graduate from the state nursing school are directly snatched away by hospitals in the city.
Liu Qi's dream is to bring advanced medical knowledge from big cities back to the grasslands, which is why she took the college entrance examination after graduating from nursing school.
Thanks to my excellent grades and local policies, I was admitted to this medical university.
"I didn't expect that Mandarin became my biggest obstacle. When I first started school, I could understand many words but couldn't speak them."
Chu Jiu raised his glass to Liu Qi. He really admired Liu Qi's noble character from the bottom of his heart, and also cheered for his messed up Mandarin.
During the meal of laughter and laughter, Zhiyong and Liu Qi became more and more attracted to each other. When they left the hot pot restaurant, they just drank a box of beer and held hands with their faces red.
"Hahaha, there is one less person to fight for the game console with me during the May Day holiday."