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Li Zhexi took an empty wine glass from Manager Wang and poured a glass of red wine: "I won't say much about my thanks, I would like to offer a toast to everyone."

Manager Wang hurriedly asked the waiter to pour wine for everyone.

Li Zhexi drank a cup: "I'll do it first, you should take the right amount."

He poured another glass of wine and came to Song Zeyou's side, his huge body felt oppressive.

Song Zeyou's body subconsciously tilted slightly to the other side.

"This glass of wine is to apologize to you for my cousin. Young people are always unscrupulous, bold, like pranks, and their driving skills are not very good. The main car is mine. He is not familiar with it, so I just It will cause a misunderstanding, I hope you can forgive him."

What Li Zhexi said was against his will, but what should I do, my cousin is a cousin after all.

Song Zeyou said with a smile: "It's been so long, I'm not angry anymore, nothing happened after all, I forgive him, you can rest assured."

Li Zhexi saw that although Song Zeyou was smiling, the wine glass in front of him had not been touched from the beginning to the end. As much red wine as Manager Wang poured, there was still much in the spilled glass.

Li Zhexi's heart sank, and he winked at Manager Wang.

The hotel is a place where people gather together, and Manager Wang, who is known as the king of people, immediately stepped forward with a bottle of wine, and said with a smile: "Mr. Li, it's too dishonest to say sorry all these years. Let's talk about it after drinking this drink—" —”

She helped Li Zhexi pour the wine, and then showed everyone to watch Li Zhexi finish it in one gulp, "That's right, that's right!"

She turned her face and smiled at Song Zeyou again: "I will follow Zeyong and Tang Tang to call you younger brother. Since younger brother doesn't mind, you see that our Director Li is so sincere, shouldn't you also express that—"

Song Zeyou stared at the wine glass in front of him with a dazed expression.

This wine is more like a sea of ​​blood surging, and the bloody mist of the past, thickly superimposed into a dark red haze, powerless, pervading...

"I don't know how to drink, so let's use boiled water instead." He picked up the boiled water beside him and took a sip.

Li Zhexi's smile faltered.

He has been using Jianbao's WeChat account to contact Song Zeyou, so he can naturally see Song Zeyou's circle of friends, which contains many photos of eating supper.

All kinds of toasts, photos of empty bottles, don't know how to drink, cheating ghosts! ! !

He encountered "rejecting people thousands of miles away" in WeChat, but he didn't expect it to be staged in reality.

Song Zeyou really hates him so much?

Is it really because of his appearance that Song Zeyou is so indifferent?

A Xiao talks about it every day, the value of appearance is responsible, in the world of appearance, a warm man without appearance may become sexual harassment.

He just got a little fatter, doesn't he look ugly? !

Before coming, in order to show his respect for the Song family, he should wear formal clothes to attend.

Let him have countless assets, open the wardrobe, and wear all casual clothes.

He ordered a handmade suit before, but when he was seated, it caused a tragedy T0T~ that cannot be recalled.

Damn, stop thinking about-

lose weight!lose weight!lose weight!He roared inwardly! ! !

When Li Zhexi came in, A Xiao actually followed him all the time, his sense of presence was too low, and he was directly ignored.

Seeing such a cruel scene, A Xiao immediately stepped forward to Li Zhexi's back and whispered: "Curve to save the country..."

Li Zhexi looked at Song Zeyou's parents with a smile, and said to Manager Wang, "Bring two more bottles of Moutai, and I won't return today if I get drunk. Uncle, you are really good at drinking."

Father Song drank a few cups, and the alcohol was already on the air. He smiled and said, "I'm getting old, when I was young, come and have a few drinks. You can drink all of you in a hotel, you must have a lot of alcohol .”

Li Zhexi personally poured him wine, "Uncle is too modest."

Then he added another cup to Song Zeyong: "It is said that the tiger father has no dogs. Zeyong is also a good drinker, but it is unexpected that Xiao Song can't drink..."

Song Zeyong's character is crazy, very informal, Li Zhexi's identity didn't make him restrained for a long time, he immediately ignored it, and said very familiarly: "Li Dong, listen to his nonsense, I know my brother's drinking capacity best, beer 2 bottle, 1 glass of red wine, if you exceed it, you will get drunk, and if you get drunk, you will go crazy—"

Song Zeyou could no longer remain calm, blushed and shouted, "Brother, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Behind Ling Axiao whispered: "Song Zeyou must be allowed to drink, and speak the truth after drinking..."

There was hope in Li Zhexi's eyes. Just as he was about to speak, Song Zeyong finally noticed A Xiao and asked hesitantly, "Who is this?"

A Xiao hurried forward, across Tang Tang's position, opened the chair and sat down, swallowed and said: "I am Li Dong's personal nurse. Our Li Dong has always said that to thank others, we must personally thank you face to face. Sincerity, I keep repeating it every day—the waiter here adds two sets of tableware, Li Dong, sit down quickly...Anyway, you must not be polite today, the more satisfied you are with your food, the happier we Li Dong will be."

Song Zeyong: "..."

The whole family: "..." Everyone is too familiar with this.

Manager Wang courteously pulled away the high-back chair beside Song Zeyou, and Li Zhexi sat down naturally.

Song Zeyou stared blankly at Li Zhexi sitting beside him.

In fact, the round table is very large, and the distance between the seats is very comfortable, but when Li Zhexi sat down, he always felt that the two of them were very close.

Song Zeyou hesitated.

Manager Wang immediately ordered the next dish.

"I heard that customers in Xinshi like to eat midges. Master Jiang specially made this midge stick according to the ancient method. This dish is made with two large claws of midges. In ancient times, the emperor gave the prince Among the hundreds of dishes in my family, there is this dish of midge sticks, which shows that it is very delicious."

I saw that the dragon and phoenix Chengxiang large porcelain plate was wrapped in egg skin rolls, similar to sushi, cut into a finger thickness, neatly arranged, it looked like no special feature, but everyone knew that the deliciousness was between the lips and teeth.

Song Zeyou stared at the dish, and the toe of the shoe that was slightly facing outwards was straightened again.

Although in the old society, cooks were despised by others, and even though he desperately wanted to get rid of, abandon, and forget the past, he still respected these former colleagues in his heart, not only Master Jiang, but everyone who worked hard. A chef who cooks food with care.

Cooking food is originally a simple and happy thing, and one can immerse oneself in one's own creative world wholeheartedly, but the world imposes many shackles, mixes too many conspiracies and tricks, pollutes hands, eyes, and pure and peaceful heart.

It is not easy for Master Jiang to come to this stage, to receive such honors, and to be sought after by the world.

If it is a wholehearted work, then the taster must also treat it wholeheartedly.

Song Zeyou sat upright, ready for battle.

In the old days, pickled dishes were very popular, from the princes and nobles to the common people, there was always such a pickled dish on the dinner table.

There are not only gnat sticks, but also chicken sticks, duck sticks, sheep's head sticks, etc., but they are not necessarily wrapped with egg skin, but with a layer of net oil inside the pig's intestines.

Probably modern people's diet is already leaning towards oil and high in calories, so it is changed to egg rolls.

Song Zeyou picked up a stick of midge and tasted it carefully.

"How is it? Is it delicious?" Someone asked beside him.

Song Zeyou lowered his eyelashes and pondered: "...the taste is very different."

"Have you... eaten before?"

"Using egg skin to make a net is also good, which highlights its deliciousness and reduces the greasy taste, but it is too easy to break."

"Oh, what should I do to keep it from breaking?"

Song Zeyou looked up at Li Zhexi who was staring at him intently, and twitched the corner of his mouth: "How do I know, I'm not a chef."

What is wind and cloud, Li Zhexi raised his chopsticks to pick up something to eat, but he couldn't put down his chopsticks, because there was nothing left, only decorations.

The waiter quickly removed the empty plates and replaced them.

Very good, thoroughly clean.

A Xiao lowered her voice to remind him: "You have had dinner tonight, before eight o'clock, you can eat some low-calorie fruit, such as a tomato."

"A tomato is a vegetable."

"Okay, you can eat a low-calorie vegetable before eight o'clock, but I have to remind you, it's already past seven o'clock."

"..."

"Boss, don't just think about eating, get him drunk—"

Li Zhexi turned his head to look at Song Zeyou, the young man was sitting upright, his fair face was serious, his brows were sparse, his lips were tightly pursed, always so serious and always so indifferent.

Song Zeyong said that his brother would go crazy when he was drunk...

Li Zhexi suddenly felt that he really wanted to see Song Zeyou who was very crazy, or rather, he wanted to see Song Zeyou's lively side, whether his face stained with alcohol was equally intoxicating.

He suddenly felt a little flustered, and reached for the wine glass.

I didn't want to, just reached out and touched Song Zeyou's hand, and the two retracted at the same time like an electric shock.

They are obviously two big men, why do they always feel weird?

At this time, the food passer brought additional dishes.

Two cups of top-quality blood swallow and a bowl of stewed Yunnan Maca with ginseng were served.

Song Zeyou pointed at his brother: "Give him Maca."

Song Zeyong showed embarrassment, Tang Tang covered his mouth and smiled.

Taking advantage of the gap, Li Zhexi asked almost flatteringly: "How about the new job? If you don't think it's good, I can help you arrange—"

Song Ma, who was sitting on the other side of Song Zeyou, was eating bird's nest and hurriedly said: "He works in an industrial area, far away from home, and can only live in a dormitory, the kind of staff dormitory where four or five people are crowded together, messy. Tired enough, Ah You still has to help those people clean up their rooms every day."

Song Zeyou immediately said: "Mom, eat quickly, I know about work myself."

Li Zhexi said: "You work in an industrial area? It's very close to my... home. If you don't want to change jobs, the dormitory is inconvenient, you can live with me. Many villa rooms are empty."

Before Song Zeyou had time to speak, Song's mother had already said, "Xiao Li, if you arrange, what kind of job can you help my family Zeyou find?"

Li Zhexi hurriedly said: "It depends on what job Xiao Song likes and which unit he likes. I can ask my relationship to give it a try."