From morning to noon, and from noon to evening, a group of old men became happier and happier. Even dinner was heated three or five times before it was served.
Lan Kehan took out several bottles of Maotai liquor with decades of history from the bottom of the box. According to him, only Jiang Zhihao, a person like Jiang Zhihao who can make him talk so happily, is worth drinking these bottles.
liquor.
If it were anyone else, even Hou Zhensheng would not be qualified!
Hou Lao didn't care much, he knew that Lan Kehan had this temper, so he said whatever he wanted.
These bottles of Moutai were left over from a banquet held when Lan Kehan's first son was born. They are of great significance and I have never been willing to drink them.
Being able to take it out now fully proves that he is indeed very happy.
Not to mention Lan Kehan, Hou Zhensheng and others also had the same idea.
They, a group of old men, rarely talk about the past when they usually get together.
Because I have said it so many times before, I am tired of saying it.
Everyone has come from that era, and basically everything has been experienced exactly the same way, and there is nothing new about it.
Let me tell those who have never experienced it. Although they listen very carefully, and some people admire it very much, that is not what they want.
There is no lack of admiration for these old people. They have long been legendary figures that attract much attention.
What they need is someone who can really talk to them and allow them to have that unspeakable excitement and passion when talking about the past.
This feeling is rare.
To put it simply, it is a confidant!
Jiang Zhihao is not the youngest person they know, but he is definitely the best at chatting.
He would quietly listen to these old men talking about the past, occasionally interjecting a few words, which would not break other people's interest, but would make people more excited.
Lan Kehan happily poured the wine for Jiang Zhihao himself. After clinking the glasses boldly, he drank it with a tilt of his neck. Then he saw that Jiang Zhihao was also drinking heavily, so he patted his shoulder and laughed: "Good job! His character.
Okay, I have a good drinking capacity, okay, I'll take care of you brother!"
Several other old men also agreed, drank a drink with Jiang Zhihao, and began to call him brothers.
Although they had discussed friendship with Jiang Zhihao before, it was just an attitude, but now they said it personally, and the meaning was completely different.
No one from Lao Lan's family attended the table. This table was occupied by their elders, and the younger ones were not qualified to go there.
But some of them will be waiting nearby.
When the old man drinks, he tends to drink too much. If he drinks too much, he will curse others and some people will get beaten.
Whenever this happens, one person in the family will always come out to bear everything.
Of course, this person is rotated.
Fortunately, Lan Kehan hasn't drank much since he got seriously ill last time, and today is an exception.
The person being pushed out today is Lan Shanggao, the fourth son of Lao Lan's family and Lan Junhua's fourth uncle.
Lan Shanggao stood at the edge of the living room, not daring to show his head. He just looked inside with a sad face, wondering whether he should protect his face or his butt if the old man got drunk and wanted to hit someone again.