Wearing books and sweet pets: the richest couple in the 80s

Chapter 344 I'm Selling Miserably Again

He Wanqing twisted his ass hard.

It's only when you're drunk, let's see how my sister will deal with you when you wake up tomorrow.

After the second soldier drank the hot soup, his mouth was free, and he began to sing heart-piercingly again.

I don't know how many songs he learned in the sports school, but he sang them all in this meeting, but the singing is terrible.

Sanmin and Xiaoman covered their ears, they were far away from the second soldier, and Xiaoman frowned tightly.

Dajun slapped his butt twice hard and slapped him a few times. Erbing's body stopped moving, but his mouth didn't stop for a moment.

After tossing and tossing for more than an hour, the second soldier finally lost his strength and fell asleep exhausted.

The next day, the whole family got up late as a matter of course.

Erbing was the first one in the whole family to wake up. He drank wine last night and was fed a bowl of ginger soup.

When he woke up, he found himself leaning against the wall with his feet dizzy.

He looked at Da Jun who was sleeping next to him, and snorted softly.

It must be that the eldest brother thought he was not sleeping honestly last night, so he secretly beat him up while he was asleep.

Hmph, big brother is not honest when he sleeps, every time he dreams of delicious food, especially when he is eating a big pig’s trotter, big brother will either slap his ass, or throw him flying to the wall superior.

Let's put it this way, as long as he sleeps with his eldest brother, he will never finish gnawing on his pig's trotters.

But last night he didn't dream of gnawing pig's trotters, why did he sleep against the wall again.

He shook his head vigorously, but couldn't remember what happened last night. His stomach couldn't hold back anymore, so he quickly put on some clothes and slipped out of the room.

After the convenience was over, he felt comfortable all over. When he returned to his room and put on his New Year's clothes, he thought of the kitchen helping to reheat last night's meal.

He is not a hardworking child, and he wanted to do this on a sudden whim.

Hmph, I'm usually said to be lazy, so I'll be diligent and show you one time.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, everyone sleeps in late, only Brother Er Bing struggles to make breakfast for the whole family early in the morning.

Let's see who is lazy.

Let's see who in the whole family dares to call me lazy in the future.

The kitchen was on the first floor, and the second soldier lit the extinguished fire in the gas stove again. Just as he put the pot on the stove, he suddenly noticed snowflakes floating outside the window.

He was ecstatic, and rushed from the kitchen to the yard, seeing snowflakes fluttering down from mid-air.

Wow, snow is rare in southern province.

Unexpectedly, it snowed on New Year's Eve last year, and it snowed again on New Year's Day this year, so we can have snowball fights again.

"what-"

The second soldier raised his head and roared happily.

This voice startled the whole family awake.

Even Baibing crawled out of the kennel, with its front legs on the ground, barking at the soldiers.

He Wanqing rushed out of the room without even getting dressed.

"Second soldier, what's the matter with you, are you dizzy and uncomfortable?"

The second soldier grinned stupidly, "Eldest sister, look, it's snowing!"

He Wanqing was taken aback for a moment, and then noticed that the sky was overcast and snowflakes were flying all over the sky.

She shot him a hard look.

"Last night, I went to bed so late and yelled for some snow early in the morning. I was really stupid for drinking..."

Before she could finish counting, she suddenly sniffed her nose twice, "What's the smell, what's burnt?"

Hearing what He Wanqing said, the second soldier immediately remembered.

"It's broken, the pot is still on the stove."

He Wanqing turned her head and rushed into the kitchen. Seeing the iron pot on the stove smoking, she quickly took it down.

Yet it was too late.

The bottom of the pot was burnt through a big hole by the fire.

"Sister, I didn't do it on purpose, I just wanted to cook breakfast for the whole family, I didn't want to burn the pot..."

He Wanqing raised the pot and looked through the half-slap-sized hole that had been burnt through. Seeing that the second soldier was trying to defend himself, she wished she could slap him to death.

This brat, if he doesn't get into trouble for a day, he won't be able to survive, right?

On the first day of the new year, the pot burned out, and it was still the best pot in the house. The whole family was speechless.

Fortunately, there was still a spare small pot. Yang Wenlian reheated the glutinous rice balls that had been made earlier, and the whole family had a hot meal.

Sanmin took a spoon and ate a glutinous rice ball in one bite, and touched Erbing's head with his little hand.

"Second brother, you don't have a fever, are you still awake from the wine last night?"

Xiaoman took a glutinous rice ball, threw it to the white cake which was shaking his head, curled his lips and said: "He drank so much, the wine bottle is empty, he must not sober up, otherwise he would have broken the pot."

The second soldier heard that both of them were talking about his drinking last night, so he turned to look at the army.

"Brother, did I drink alcohol last night?"

The whole family is buried in eating, and no one pays attention to him.

Dajun glanced at him like an idiot.

The second soldier looked at the reaction of the whole family, touched his head strangely, and thought quietly for a while rarely.

Suddenly, he remembered.

He woke up shortly after falling asleep last night.

He ate a lot of mutton and drank two big glasses of orange juice. He was so full that he went out for convenience.

When I came back and passed by the kitchen, I accidentally saw Brother Dingkun bringing back the leftover liquor from the night.

He had never drank alcohol before, but he was very greedy for alcohol. Thinking of how comfortable the adults were when they drank alcohol in the commune, he concluded that the wine must be delicious.

Otherwise, why did Brother Dingkun bring the wine back? He must be looking for a chance to drink secretly by himself.

He wants to taste it.

Driven by curiosity, he opened the bottle and took a sip.

God!It's really spicy, and the spicy throat is burning.

When the wine reached his stomach, a wave of heat rose from his body instantly, making him feel warm.

Hey, this wine is so interesting.

No, try again.

He seemed to take another sip.

But what did he do after drinking it?

The second soldier patted his head, showing the energy he had never had before, trying to recall what happened after drinking, and suddenly found that he couldn't remember anything at all.

"Second soldier, children can't drink alcohol. Alcohol will affect your brain and make your memory worse."

Yang Wenlian saw that he was dazed, so she persuaded him with He Wanqing's previous words of refusing the second soldier to drink.

Usually the second soldier didn't take it seriously, but this time he found that he couldn't remember anything, and when he heard his mother say that again, he trembled in fright.

"what-"

He let out another roar.

The whole family was eating, and their hands shook from his fright.

The meat in Xiaoman's chopsticks fell directly to the ground, and Baibing pounced on it and chewed it.

Sanmin glutinous rice balls choked in his throat, and he swallowed it with difficulty, and coughed for a long time.

The second soldier patted his head, shouting for heaven and earth.

"Oh, I'm finished, I'm going to be a big fool!"

Seeing that the second soldier was so sad, Yang Wenlian was about to comfort him, when suddenly He Wanqing gave her a wink.

She looked carefully, and sure enough, she saw the second soldier covering his face with his hands, but peeking at them through the slits in his fingers.

Qin Dingkun's head hurt from his noise, and he patted him on the back.

"Okay, don't act. If the pot burns, it will burn. After two days, I'll go and buy something better. After eating, go out with me to have a snowball fight."

As soon as the second soldier heard this, his grief turned into joy, and he rushed out with a cheer.

Yang Wenlian: "..."

Dare to feel that this brat is afraid that adults will blame him for burning out the pot during the Chinese New Year, and let it sell badly.

(End of this chapter)