Chapter 7 Dinner Party As soon as Pei Yan walked over to Zhuang Xiao and sat down, before he even picked up his chopsticks, someone at the table got up and left the table with a tigerish face.
It was Sa Risheng from their banker class, who was silent and looked very unhappy.
"Hey, Xiao Sa, come back."
Bao Pengzhi gave him a tug.
"You guys eat."
Sarisheng whispered.
Sa Risheng simply believed that he should not eat at the same table as Pei Yan.
The last time we met, we had a big fight, and the leg strain just healed.
It was too unprincipled and unloyal to turn enemies into friends so quickly.
Even if it was an accident in the boxing ring, his Anda was indeed beaten into a vegetative state by Pei Yan with a few extremely vicious flying knees.
He is still lying in bed unable to wake up.
He can't get over this hurdle.
He just sees Pei Yan.
My teeth are itching, and I want to take a Mongolian sword and chop it into eight pieces to relieve my hatred.
Seeing his eldest brother and Pei Yan drowning their grudges over a glass of wine during this dinner, Comrade Xiao Sa expressed that he was unhappy and unhappy, so he didn't want to talk to you.
But the eldest brother is the eldest brother, and Zhuang Xiao is a very loyal person.
No matter who in the team is injured or disabled, the medical expenses are paid by the eldest brother.
In the final analysis, the entire Zhuang Xiao class is supported and supported by Zhuang Xiao.
Fatty Bao pushed Xiao Sa to the round table next to him and sat down.
Sa Risheng pouted, and Fatty Bao stretched out his hand to pinch the man's face: "Look at you like that, forget it, if you think about it, they are all in the same circle."
We are all in the same martial arts circle, so it is inevitable that we will meet on the set and have a meal together in the same crew.
Being a martial artist is inherently risky.
Discord, friction, and even accidents are prone to occur on the set.
This kind of thing will happen again in the future.
Don't be too serious and take things seriously.
It's better to let go of enemies than to end them.
Pei Yan glanced at the situation at the table and understood in his heart that Zhuang Xiao just gave both parties a chance to come down the stairs so that they could get close to each other without having to drink for a while.
In short, they did not become enemies.
Bao Pengzhi then greeted them warmly and ordered food for the two tables.
A large table of fresh, red and spicy Hunan dishes quickly filled the large round table.
Eating is the most effective occasion to ease the atmosphere.
The name Bao Pengzhi should mean Pengcheng Zhizhi, and he is also a well-known agent in the industry.
His original nickname was "Big Fatty Bao".
He had a sturdy build and an astonishing weight.
He was said to be "Big Fatty Bao when he comes towards you, it's like a big meaty bun rolling over."
He was originally signed by a famous comedian.
The comedy team with comedians has become very popular in the entertainment industry.
The comedian is said to be an out-and-out foodie, and he tours the country with his team to search for delicacies from all over the country.
We ate on the set and in the studio.
The team worked overtime and had all kinds of late-night snacks to share in the theater.
As a result, the agent became a big fat man.
His weight has reached 250, and if he continues to lose weight, his health and lifespan will be threatened.
At this time, Bao Dapang changed his partner artist by chance and signed up with Zhuang Xiao and Zhuang Jiaban's team.
Fortunately, he changed his partner.
Bao Pengzhi thinks this is the most correct decision in his life.
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Watching a group of talented martial arts young men working out, running, and playing ball every day is a subtle and subtle influence.
Sometimes you don’t want to be dragged by others, so you have to play bench press and bicycle riding together in the gym.
Well, she lost eighty pounds of fat in one year and became a weight loss miracle in the industry.
"Big Fatty Bao" became the cute "Little Fatty Bao".
After losing weight, he is not ugly.
His skin is fair and wrinkle-free, and his facial features are delicate.
He is also a very attractive potential stock.
He often appears next to Zhuang Xiao, and fans also pay attention to him.
Bao Xiaopang was browsing Weibo.
He put his elbows on the table and watched with interest: "Hey, did you see the hot topic?
An artist has drawn a fanart for me."
A bunch of people gathered around to watch.
Fans drew a set of comic strips for Bao Xiaopang and even made a pair of cs.
Xiaopang Bao slapped the table and said with a smile: "Fuck, losing weight is really worth it, I already have a fucking c" Sa Risheng also turned his head to look, and the whole table burst into laughter: "Hahaha, c is actually Xiao Sa, and the picture is of you two."
In the past, Sa Risheng and Zhuang Xiao were paired together on the Internet.
"The indescribable story between a kung fu master and the master's full-time replacement."
Unexpectedly, the fans' tastes became more and more serious, and the plot began Moving towards the rhythm of "The Little Prince of the Prairie and his thin-skinned and stuffed steamed dumplings that never stop being eaten".
Comrade Xiao Sa frowned, feeling that having sex was quite tough, and he didn't like it.
A group of people were still chattering and hooting, oh shit, is this a "Bao Sa" or a "Sa Bao"?
In terms of force value, it should be "Sa Bao".
In terms of weight, it's really hard to say who will crush whom.
Sarisheng asked: "What do you mean?"
"You don't understand who's on top and who's off," a person next to him happily explained to Xiao Sa.
Sa Risheng finally understood and looked even more uncomfortable: "Disgusting people, don't talk nonsense."
Everyone burst into laughter.
I haven’t drank yet tonight, so I’ll make a big blush.
You’re still a young girl, right?
Pei Yan ate and drank at this table, and listened to the people in the room talking nonsense.
Sure enough, a group of men came to the wine table, and the conversation always went down the third road.
It was normal and very cordial.
Zhuang Xiao lowered his head to eat.
He didn't say anything, didn't spit, didn't yell and talk nonsense to a group of people.
It was as if the eldest brother had prepared a meal, invited important guests, and left the rest of his business behind.
His expression was indifferent, he was far away from the noisy crowd, and he was very quiet.
Zhuang Xiao occasionally raised his eyes to glance at Pei Yan, because Pei Yan was sitting on his left side and could not see the condition of his left ear, and asked: "Is your ear injury healed?"
Pei Yan's expression was relaxed: "It's been fine a long time ago.
It's okay."
Zhuang Xiao said: "Don't wear that earring after it's sewn."
Pei Yan didn't take it seriously: "Dai, the place has changed."
He tilted his head and gave Zhuang Xiao a closer look at his left ear.
Zhuang Xiao frowned: "The earring is even thinner at the top of the ear.
It's really easy to open it when you move."
"Are you still going to fight with me?"
Pei Yan looked directly at the other party, "To be honest, if you don't fight with me, who else has the ability to break my ears?"
Zhuang Xiao smiled: "What are you doing?"
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Zhuang Xiao picked up a cup of tea on the table and said frankly: "My hand was too heavy last time and I didn't hold it.
Don't worry about it."
What Pei Yan picked up was a glass of rice wine, a jar of wine that Xiaopang had just asked the waiter to open.
He stared intently at those bright eyes: "You are not sincere in taking the tea."
Zhuang Xiao: "I don't drink."
Pei Yan: "I won't drink at all."
Zhuang Xiao said: "I won't drink.
I don't drink alcohol at all."
Sure enough, everyone else on the table had wine glasses in front of them, except Zhuang Xiao who had a pot of tea in front of him.
Pei Yan raised his eyebrows and never said anything provocative: "If you don't drink, why are you doing drunken boxing?"
After saying this, a group of brothers quit: "Our boss can do drunken boxing without drinking, why can't we fight, otherwise you two will practice at the table?"
"We haven't seen each other for a few days, the seams in my ears have just closed, and I don't know who is pressing whom."
Everyone at the table insulted him.
Pei Yan had such a temper that he would never show weakness.
He drank a full glass of rice wine in one gulp without leaving a drop of wine.
He showed the bottom of the glass and said, "I'm afraid of practicing.
I'm drunk.
Zhuang Xiao is not drunk.
This is practicing."
Which sect is drunken boxing?”
"Mr.
Pei, you're eating our boss's table, and you're also bringing us trouble."
Bao Pengzhi turned around and shouted, "Can't anyone in our banker class drink with you?"
Pei Yan poured another drink and sneered: "Who drinks?"
"Xiao Sa, come on," Bao Pengzhi commanded, "Mr.
Pei, I'm telling you, we won't take advantage of you by playing carousel.
We can drink you down just by one of us.
Today, we will let you drink until you vomit at this table."
Please drink with him" There were quite a few people in the group who didn't like Pei Shaoxia and were thinking about this incident.
Damn it, we, the little prince of the prairie, who can't beat you and can drink without vomiting at you, take action.
Oh, no, the little prince of the prairie takes action.
One person is responsible for the whole shift.
He will definitely get drunk and beg for mercy on the table like you surnamed Pei.
There are hidden secrets on the wine table, tense situations, half-truths and half-falsehoods.
Some people take the lead in stirring up trouble, while others are responsible for making noises.
Zhuang Xiao touched Pei Yan with the back of his hand: "Don't pay attention to them, they're crazy.
You can join the group tomorrow.
Don't drink too much and don't show off."
Zhuang Xiao spoke in a low voice, and moved his lips slightly, as if he was half-smiling.
He was giving him a wink, as if he was suppressing him from behind.
The boss of the banker's class was sitting on a fence, and he didn't know which side he was riding on.
"I'm showing off."
Pei Yan glanced at Zhuang Daxia, "I tell you, no one at the wine table can drink me down."
"Mr.
Pei, please stop bragging."
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Bao Xiaopang followed his words and said, "On our prairie in Xilinhot, no one can drink down the young prince.
Let me see which one of you two will get in the way today."
Pei Yan did drink a lot that night, one drink after another.
Sa Risheng drank with him, quietly returning to this table from the next table.
This man didn't talk as much as Pei Yan, so he just lowered his head and muttered, and suddenly said a few words, "I have just touched the bottom" and "You Han people's wine is too bad to drink, so I can't get drunk.
You all sell fake wine."
"Yeah," it was quite funny and made everyone laugh.
Zhuang Xiao seemed to have pinched Pei Yan twice under the table, and then winked at Fatty Bao: "Don't make it too much, you can take Mr.
Pei back to the hotel later."
Pei Yan also said, "I'm not drunk.
Just find someone to take me back later."
Bao Pengzhi looked like it was "none of my business" and his eyes were moist and red: "Let me send it to you.
I drank too.
The police are strict.
You can't drink and drive.
If you are caught, you will go to jail."
Bao Pengzhi looked back and said: "Who else at this table is not drinking?"
Among the two large tables, who else hasn’t drank?
"It's all nonsense.
You really don't want to give me face."
Zhuang Xiao smiled helplessly, "Okay, you can drink until you lie on the floor.
I will take Lao Pei back to the hotel in the evening."
"Excuse me."
Pei Yan quickly picked up vegetables and looked for meat to eat, feeling quite comfortable.
"You're welcome."
Zhuang Xiao replied.
The glass turntable on the table turned a plate of Hunan stir-fried pork in front of Pei Yan.
The angle was slightly crooked, and the plate happened to sit between him and Zhuang Xiao.
Pei Yan's chopsticks were always strong at the dinner table, and he stretched out his arms to pick up the vegetables.
Zhuang Xiao also stretched out his chopsticks to pick up vegetables.
The head of the chopstick touched the head of the chopstick.
It was an unexpected encounter.
You can say it was intentional or unintentional.
Two pairs of chopsticks were fidgeting in the middle of a plate of fragrant stir-fried pork, but they didn't even catch the meat.
Pei Yan's two chopsticks directly pinched Zhuang Xiao's chopsticks.
This was definitely intentional.
Zhuang Xiao suddenly retreated and was clamped hard.
Pei Yan refused to let go of his chopsticks.
Zhuang Xiao paused with his hand, and suddenly raised his elbow to knock Pei Yan's chin fiercely.
Pei Yan hurriedly turned her head to hide, her hands were loosened, Zhuang Xiao's chopsticks ran away, and a small piece of fried pork was taken away from the plate.
Fuck!
Zhuang Xiao chewed and glanced at Mr.
Pei: "Do you still want to eat this plate of meat?"
Pei Yan said: "I'm not full yet."
Before he finished speaking, Zhuang Xiao placed his chopsticks on the plate again, just to tease him, and competed with him for meat.
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Pei Yan watched the plate with eager eyes.
There was obviously a table of dishes that neither of them could see.
He used his chopsticks to "evict" the dish, and the dish was full of smoke, chickens and dogs flew away, and red and green peppers jumped out with spicy stars.
Finally, Zhuang Xiao walked away with a diced meat in his hand and ate it.
The people at the table were stunned, and then burst into laughter.
Xiaopang Bao said with a smile: "It's okay, Mr.
Pei doesn't like meat, but you obviously prefer chili peppers."
Hahaha Zhuang Xiao didn't say anything, but held a pair of chopsticks between his three fingers.
His brows and eyes carried an aura that overwhelmed the whole table, and his eyes signaled to Pei Shaoxia: Come again.
This is finger strength, wrist strength and reaction sensitivity, no problem.
Pei Yan bit the corner of his mouth.
It was not appropriate to blow up his hair and look ungraceful, so he laughed at himself: "Oh, OK, I will eat whatever is left."
He secretly regretted it after saying this.
A piece of meat was picked up on the tip of his chopsticks.
Another strip of meat was snatched away from the tip of his chopsticks Even the little minced meat is not spared.
I don’t even leave a few tiny pieces of meat to my pair of chopsticks.
Pei Yan felt that he might still be under the influence of alcohol, and his finger reaction would be a little slower every time.
When masters compete with each other, they only miss half a step each time.
The plate that had been looted by the two men was in a mess, with only hot peppers, diced garlic and ginger left.
Pei Yan burst out with alcohol in her mouth: "You didn't even leave red peppers and green onions for me?"
Zhuang Xiao is such a bad person.
He is so sinister.
How can he look so good on the outside?
Zhuang Xiao finally had enough.
Half the plate of meat was gone, so he placed his chopsticks solemnly on the small plate and looked at Pei Yan with a smile: "You can eat whatever is left."
Pei Yan: "" Pei Shaoxia kept his word and brought the plate directly in front of him.
In full view of everyone, he ate the remaining half of the plate of green chili dices, garlic and ginger slices with wine.
His stomach was burning, and his mouth was full of spicy food.
He turned to Zhuang Xiao and let out a sigh of relief.
My breath is spicy, and so is my temper.
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