"It's a big river with wide waves! The wind blows the rice flowers, and it smells so fragrant on both banks! My family lives on the bank, and I'm used to hearing his grandma's chants, and seeing... I'm used to seeing what the hell...

Coming?"

Tang Seng, whose face was flushed from drinking, stood on the table with a microphone in one hand and a wine bottle in the other. He sang so happily that he forgot the words after just a few words.

Lao Wei, who unbuttoned his uniform and revealed his eight-pack abs, blushed, raised his head and blew another large bottle of beer, hooked the shoulder of the brother next to him, and shouted: "Are you from the Heavenly Dynasty?"

Man, I am a foreigner who can sing this song. I am used to seeing it, oh yes, I am used to seeing the white sails on the boat. Hey, bald brother, you are destined to sing the next line."

"what?"

"Girls are like flowers, young man..."

As soon as he heard the word "girl", the drunken Elder Tang became even more happy. He held a wine bottle and yelled: "Don't sing, don't sing, girl, let me do this, and I will sing this! Ha, the girl looks like him, and Ou looks like Grandma Te."

The flowers are the same.”

A group of people rolled their eyes after hearing this.

Huang Xiaobei even complained loudly while holding a chicken leg in his mouth, "You can't help but add these messy things."

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At nine o'clock in the evening, in the bustling banquet hall, dozens of staff members of Tianlong Hotel finally had their hard-earned large-scale dinner tonight.

All kinds of delicacies are served in turn, countless beers and foreign wines are piled on the wall of the banquet hall, karaoke is in full swing, and various rock and dance music are played in turn on the big screen. The staff have wine bottles in one hand and microphones in the other.

Singing shoulder to shoulder, "Today is a good day..."

The boys in the western restaurant, the croupiers in the chess and card room, the bath masters in the bathing center, the bartenders in the bar, the big brothers from the Qinghong Gang, as well as the hotel leaders and the waiters in the Chinese restaurant, all of them

Everyone arrived at the scene, hugging each other... and reveling in the mood of not knowing tomorrow...

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In front of the table in the noisy banquet hall, the drunken Brother Maozi put his arm around Huang Xiaobei's shoulders, held the wine glass and said: "Senior, here's to you, I'll toast you with another drink."

"Okay, okay, drink, drink, tonight, anyway...hey, I'm so jealous!"

Huang Xiaobei quickly snatched the vinegar bottle from brother Mao Zi's hand, then picked up the juice in his own cup and said with a show of boldness: "I'll do it first as a courtesy, you can do whatever you want."

Chu Zifeng sat leisurely opposite Huang Xiaobei and Mao Zi brothers, eating grilled prawns. Looking at Huang Xiaobei who didn't know how to drink, Chu Zifeng said with a cold face: "If you don't know how to drink, what kind of dinner are you here for?"

"Can you still say some human words out of that mouth of yours? Hey, Brother Maozi, help me beat him to death, and I'll drink with you until dawn."

Brother Maozi drank vodka and laughed.

"Zifeng, don't be like this. Although Senior Xiaobei is indeed a bastard for not knowing how to drink, he is our senior after all."

Huang Xiaobei looked at him with a dark face, "Don't you claim that you can drink till the end of time? Why are you starting to talk nonsense now?"

Brother Maozi wiped the wine stains on his beard, laughed, and patted Huang Xiaobei hard on the back, almost beating Huang Xiaobei to death. He laughed boldly, "The happier a person is, the easier it is to get drunk.

Okay, but senior, I haven’t gotten into the mood yet tonight, come on, Zifeng, let’s have a drink.”

Chu Zifeng picked up the Meicong wine in his hand and drank it all in one gulp with Brother Mao Zi.

After finishing another whole bottle of strong vodka in one go, Brother Maozi wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth and said "It's great!" three times in a row. Then he turned to look at the table next to him and joked to Huang Xiaobei.

"Senior, you see Miss Yiyi and Qianqian can have a few drinks, why don't you drink at all?"

After saying that, Brother Maozi slapped the wine bottle on the table and shouted loudly: "In my opinion, men who can't drink are just like the eunuchs of your Chinese dynasty, they are in too much need!"

"Why do you sound worse than such a scumbag when you drink?"

Faced with Brother Maozi's ridicule, Commissioner Huang was dissatisfied and raised his hand to take a big gulp of the vodka that Brother Maozi had on hand!

As soon as the spicy vodka was imported, Commissioner Huang was stunned. The next second, all of it was sprayed towards Chu Zifeng in front of him.

Fortunately, Chu Zifeng picked up the small cake plate on the dining table in time and blocked it in front of him, otherwise he would have been sprayed in the face by Commissioner Huang.

"I'm going, I'm going, I'm going, it's so spicy, so spicy, so spicy."

Commissioner Huang almost couldn't explain what he was saying. Brother Maozi laughed and said that it would be fine if the seniors got used to drinking.

Chu Zifeng said with a gloomy face: "You didn't mean it just now, did you?"

"Ah? Oops, no, no, I'm drunk. This wine has too much stamina. I'm done. I'm done. I'm asleep."

Chu Zifeng originally wanted to settle the score with Huang Xiaobei, but several bartenders from the bar came to their table with drinks and chatted with him about interesting things he encountered at work.

Seeing this, Chu Zifeng also held his own wine glass and chatted with his colleagues, discussing new cocktail recipes.

After Chu Zifeng left, brother Mao Zi saw that there was no one at this table who could drink with him, so he took two bottles of vodka to Master Sun's table, which was full of master chefs from the hotel.

No way, drinking with Huang Xiaobei is no fun at all. Brother Maozi wants to have a good drink tonight! Well, the hotel's master chefs seem to be a good candidate.

Although the atmosphere at the table of hotel chefs has been gloomy and frightening since the beginning of the dinner party. Everyone put their arms on the dining table, staring at the delicacies they made on the table in frustration and misery, with expressions on their faces.

His expression was as if he had just returned from visiting a grave... all he needed was a note saying "I want to die" on his forehead.

However, within two minutes of Brother Maozi's arrival, the master chefs, who were extremely depressed, started to get excited. They didn't even sit on the chairs. They just sat on two boxes of beer each and drank so much.

At the dining table in the center of the banquet hall, Lao Wei took off his uniform, stood shirtless on the table, and sang "Sailor" with Tang Seng's arms in a coquettish way.

"He said that this little pain in the wind and rain is nothing. Wipe away your tears and don't be afraid. At least we still have dreams! He said, he said, he... damn, where did he come from with so much nonsense? I don't know

I don’t like to remember things.”

Lao Wei next to him blushed and pulled Tang Seng away.

"Hey, bald brother, you haven't sung the first line of "bitter sand" yet, why did you climax right away? The climax part, by the way, I should be the one to sing this line."

Lao Wei was very unhappy that Tang Seng stole his lyrics. You must know that he was a famous little prince of karaoke in the academy. He always stole other people's lyrics. When will it be someone else's turn to steal his lyrics?

As a result, Elder Tang, who had drunk too much, went up and slapped Lao Wei on the back of the head, "You don't care where I sing, this is how I sing! What's wrong with your lyrics? Grandpa wants it!"

Lao Wei stared blankly at this unreasonable bald man. The next second, the drunk Lao Wei raised his hand and hit Monk Tang's bald head with a beer bottle, and directly opened the ladle for Elder Tang.

"I, I will beat you to death!"

Elder Tang, who had been kicked out, also looked blankly at Weslin, who was so drunk that he was shaking in front of him, and then...

"I'm going to kill you!"

"Who is afraid of whom!"

Then the two of them started fighting on the table until they were all bloody. They took beer bottles and opened each other's heads.

"I've been putting up with you for a damn long time, you know!"

"You know, this poor monk has been displeased with you for a long time!"

"You die!"

When people nearby saw the two guys fighting, they quickly stepped forward to start a fight.

"Don't stop me from crushing this foreign devil's head!"

"Hey, hey, don't fight, don't fight. I'm so happy to have dinner tonight. Why are you fighting?"

"That's right, why don't you just sing a song? You two don't know how to sing together."

"Besides, both of you sing the same song, and you're not in tune anyway..."

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Although Cheng Yaojin showed up along the way, although Dao Ye's more than 20 million yuan was basically in vain, and although the hotel was designated to close down, if you say it, you must do it!

Tonight, the internal staff dinner of Tianlong Hotel went smoothly.

A 100-person banquet hall on the second floor of the hotel serves as the venue for dinner tonight. At the same time, the hotel's master chefs take turns cooking what is delicious and what they are good at.

Of course, there is no such thing as training before a competition, but it can be understood as the last supper...

It’s no wonder that everyone is having such a good time tonight. Even if Tang Monk and Weslin are openly singing and fighting at the dinner table, no leader will come out to take care of it. It’s really because it’s unnecessary. It’s like the death squads going to the battlefield tomorrow.

Don't let people feel comfortable tonight.

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Of course, it was too sudden that the eldest lady, Chen Yaojin, came out, but no matter what, five people were needed to participate in the team competition, so Mr. Dao still had a faint hope at the beginning.

The eldest lady can be the chef? Yes, it's absolutely possible, but aren't there four places left? It would be great if the hotel's master chefs go to those four people. They can also do some tricks on the dishes made by the eldest lady during the competition.

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But...but the eldest lady said not long ago that the hotel's master chefs are too ugly and she doesn't want them to do anything to her.

"You must know that the appearance of an assistant will affect the performance of the person's strength, so I find the assistant myself. Anyway, I don't want these middle-aged uncles."

Master Sun, who came to ask for instructions, left in tears. The last glimmer of hope in his heart was ruthlessly crushed by the young lady.

But before leaving, Master Sun still held on to his last glimmer of hope.

"No problem Yiyi, what are you talking about? But, the team competition also requires at least five people. Yiyi, you can't compete if you don't get them together. Otherwise, Uncle Sun will go online to audition some handsome guys and beauties for you.

chef?"

Under Master Sun's smile that almost made her cry, Miss Yiyi raised her head and thought for a moment, then decisively refused.

"It's not possible. I can't talk at all when I'm with strangers, and I don't know what to do at all. It affects my performance very much."

Master Sun covered his heart and murmured with tears in his eyes, "Yiyi, you have to gather at least five people, and you have to at least find the second chef..."
To be continued...