novelraw Chapter 1102: The expression of this pot-selling appliance is not memorable
Chapter 1102: The expression of this pot-selling appliance is not memorable
Chapter 1102 The expression of this pot-selling appliance is not memorable
"Husband, do you eat hot pot with helmets in the wild?"
"It's not as good as hot pot. I just make iron lunch boxes in the wild, fill them with water, and cook some wild vegetables and luncheon meat. I cook the best, because I can fish and use boiled milky white fish soup to cook. "
Yu Minglang also changed the topic, and Balang also put aside his ambivalence, and recalled some interesting events from that year with Yu Minglang.
Xiaoqian sat with her for about ten minutes. Seeing that the time was about to come, she pretended to take the beauty home for dinner, and asked the male manager of the store to send her home, leaving space for the long-awaited reunited old friends.
Yu Minglang first chatted with Balang about the strange things of the year. It has only been a few years, but it seems that it has been half a lifetime.
talked for a while, and then turned around, and said with a little envy.
"One, seriously, I really envy you that you were born in a good place, and your country is getting stronger and stronger."
"You can also make your home better."
Balang shook his head bitterly, “It’s useless. At my age, I’ve seen it clearly. My faith has broken. Now I want to make more money.”
"Didn't you say that money is useless, it's all things outside of your body." Yu Minglang felt that Balang had changed.
"At the beginning, there was nothing wrong, now...Forget it, let's not say, drink and drink!" Balang toasted, Yu Minglang touched him, and the two drank in one go.
I was already a little drunk after drinking for the third round, and Balang suddenly said something thoughtlessly.
"One, if one day we two become opposites, what would you say to us? Would you use your thunder methods to target me like when we were in joint exercises?"
Ba Lang compared his hand to the shape of a gun, pointed it at his temple, and made a bang in his mouth.
Yu Minglang patted him, "You drink too much. How can you be too deep in the drama."
"Too deep in the drama... Life is a drama, I can't get out a long time ago, one, I really envy you, I envy you that you can use your own blood to stick to your faith, where is my faith? went..."
Balang said while drinking, Yu Minglang knew the sadness in his heart, but couldn't say too much, so he could only accompany him cup by cup.
On this day, Minglang came back almost 3 o’clock. He was so drunk that he lay on the floor of the hallway without changing his shoes.
Xiaoqian came over in her nightgown, took off his shoes for him, and then wanted to wake him up.
She doesn’t know how good Yu Minglang’s alcohol is. Anyway, except for his previous life, she has never seen him drunk. How did she drink like this today?
"Get up, go into the house and sleep." Xiaoqian wanted to help him, but saw that Ming Lang opened her eyes, lying on the ground and looking at the ceiling, her eyes were not drunk crazy, but clear.
"The love is endless, like a chain, thinking about returning to the temple overnight. The aspiration is not paid for the three-foot sword, and the hometown is empty by thousands of mountains."
Xiaoqian read the first half of such a poem after seeing him drunk but awake, probably guessing where his sadness came from.
The joy of seeing an old friend is disturbed by the current situation of the old friend. A big man cannot cry unhappily in his heart like a woman does.
At this time, he is drunk but also sober.
Xiaoqian watched him read such a thoughtful poem, so she stopped disturbing him, went into the room and hugged a thin quilt out to cover him, letting him lie in the hallway and look drunk.
Then went into the kitchen to make hangover soup.
Men are a very strange creature. They will have the urge to be alone every once in a while. During this time, no one knows how he feels in his heart and whether he will have emotions other than masculinity. It is that kind of expectation to be alone, even if it is the person you love the most, don't bother them with their licking wounds alone.
When Yu Minglang saw his deceased today, he evoked infinite sentimentality in his heart. He wanted to learn from that lonely little beast to hurt his soul, but he didn’t wait for him. He just pretended to be a drunk and sad person for two minutes and heard a sound from the kitchen. The loud noise, what sadness, and Jiujin were all lost by this sound!
broke, his wife went into the kitchen!
In the kitchen, even though the electric cooker with sparks has been unplugged, you can still feel the shocking scene just now from the shocking black spots at the interface and the smell of burning wires in the air.
Yu Minglang cleaned up the pot bombed by his daughter-in-law and a messy wall. Xiaoqian knew that she had made a mistake, and stood upright obediently standing with her hands down, accepting criticism with a humbly expression.
"You are really..." Yu Minglang wanted to find some adjectives, but found that he was out of words.
"Dark plum smells the flowers, lying on the branches and hurting the bottom..." Xiaoqian stood obediently, and wrote a poem about the behavior of her just burning the pot.
The beauty who heard the sound originally looked at the burning pot with a look of alertness as if it were an enemy, and when she heard Xiaoqian's words, she turned her head in confusion.
What is talking about?
Yu Minglang was pleased by her, this little girl, if she got into trouble, she came over to be cute!
"Don’t talk nonsense, where are you uneducated? Where do you have a low IQ? If it is low, I am also low!"
Who will let him learn literary youth and be sad!
"Although let me take care of this matter, my original intention is good! I didn't want to make you hangover soup because of you drinking so much... Who knows... the quality of this pot is not good!" Real husband! I'll go to the store tomorrow. It's too shameful. Such an expensive pot is so easy to make. It's a black-hearted profiteer!"
After self-review, Xiaoqian tried to shamelessly dump the pot to the seller of electrical appliances.
However, Yu Minglang does not intend to let the seller of electrical appliances carry the pot!
He pointed at the wire and was heartbroken.
"You're so embarrassed to mention that the morality of selling electrical appliances is clearly your stupid dexterity, okay? Daughter-in-law, open your beautiful big eyelids and have a look. Such a thin wire is not the wire of an electric cooker. , Can you use such a thin wire for such a high-powered pot, can you not burn it? How did you learn the part of physics and electricity in your high school? No, you quickly withdraw my wife. I have to press the coffin board of your high school physics teacher. Living!"
Xiaoqian was hot on the face that he said, and there were so many wires on the wall. How did she know which one was which one? She took one, and was damaged by him on the line~
"I warn you, don't insult my high school physics teacher! Let's call this matter, it is clearly said by the junior high school physics teacher! If you want to press it, press my junior high school teacher's coffin board!"
Yu Minglang was amused by her, stretched out her hand and pinched her nose, "You!"
With such a wife, he still pretends to be literate!
Xiaoqian happily happily, obediently gathered enough to hold his neck, “Listen to other people’s stories and comprehend your own life. Since the electric cooker has died for the family, why don’t my husband take pity on the person in front of him?”
This beauty came so suddenly that Xiaoqiang's heart was hot immediately.
His intimate wife~
Thanks to Esta’s 500 coins, thanks to the 500 coins of ~flying like the wind~, thanks to mia730527, Haijieer, Xue Tiantian, Yuye Meihuo, book friends 151227202944161, spring grass buds, and extravagant sunshine for rewarding~
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