what are you doing

A large table of people chatting together was extremely lively, and Fang Zeyu laughed several times just listening to it.

"Come here," Man Yi came over with a bowl of rice, "Give my little daughter-in-law some extra rice."

"Too many, auntie," Fang Zeyu waved his hand quickly.

They're all on the top.

"It's okay! You just open your belly and eat, don't pretend," Man Yi said, picking up a large chopsticks with sauerkraut and putting it into the soy sauce dish next to him, and then picked up two pieces of blood sausage. It’s all pure stupid pork that I raised at home, it smells delicious, eat more.”

Fang Zeyu nodded and hummed vigorously.

The stewed sauerkraut was soft and rotten, and the pork was particularly tasty. Fang Zeyu tasted it twice, and it was so delicious that he almost cried.

"Come, come, come to Yu," Ding Jianwei opened a bottle of beer for him, "Your aunt is right, don't pretend to come to your uncle's house, just like your own home, come and go."

Fang Zeyu took the beer and touched him, "Okay Uncle."

"I'll go, you've all eaten." Ding An pulled a stool and sat next to him, the hair on his head was messy.

He touched Fang Zeyu with his arm, and asked in a low voice, "Why didn't you call and I came by myself? It's so embarrassing."

A middle-aged man sitting opposite laughed loudly, "I still call you, even if he tells you that you won't be able to eat tonight."

"Uncle, don't laugh at me," Ding An complained, "I just had my aunt slapped me several times."

"You don't know your aunt's personality yet? How dare I stop her." The man poured a glass of wine and handed it to him, "Come on, come on, you'll have to punish yourself three times for being late."

"All right, all right, you're always right." Ding An drank three cups in a row, put down the cup and wiped his mouth.

"Did you really slap you?" Fang Zeyu asked him in a low voice.

"Fake, how is it possible," Ding An whispered back to him, "Do you know that the most tender piece of meat on a human body?"

Fang Zeyu thought about it for a while, and asked uncertainly, "Ass?"

"Go away," Ding An rolled his eyes, and made a pinching motion with his thumb and index finger, "under the arm, the part closest to the armpit."

Fang Zeyu couldn't stop laughing.

He could see that Ding An looked awesome, but he was actually quite easy to handle.

Makes people want to bully him to death.

"Then do you know which one is the most tender?" Fang Zeyu asked him mysteriously.

"Where?" Ding An took a mouthful of rice.

"In the same way," Fang Zeyu said, "the root of the thigh."

"...Damn." Ding An stopped eating, left his chopsticks and strangled Fang Zeyu's neck with one hand,

Fang Zeyu didn't give in, and put his arms around him, and the two became entangled.

Man Yi was helping another table add food with a spoon, when she suddenly heard a loud bang, which made her startled.

Looking back, two stools fell down, and my son was all on top of the young daughter-in-law, trying to bully her.

What's even more exasperating is that Ding An's unreliable father didn't stop him at all, and even laughed while watching.

Man Yi was so angry that she hurried over and pulled the two of them up, "What are you doing? Ding An, are you itchy?"

"Oh my daughter-in-law," Ding Jianwei put his arms around him, "What's the matter with the crazy fight between the two kids, let them play, it's so interesting."

"You still have the face to say it?" Man Yi twisted his ear, "Don't you know how to stop it? Just watch your son bully others?"

"Hey, don't pull your ears," Ding Jianwei clasped his hands together and hurriedly begged for mercy, "It's wrong, it's wrong, it's wrong, Ding An! What's wrong with you, why are you bullying Xiao Yuzi!"

There was a burst of laughter in the room.

"I didn't bully him, Mom, don't accuse the good guy." Ding An threw the ashes on his body, his eyes were on Fang Zeyu and he clenched his teeth, "You say yes, little Yuzi."

"Yes, yes, yes," Fang Zeyu blushed while suppressing a smile, "Auntie, Ding An really didn't bully me, we were just joking."

"Really?" Man Yi was skeptical, "It's okay, I don't want to lie on the ground just for fun, what a shame."

Fang Zeyu nodded and said good, "Don't worry, Auntie, I will watch Ding An."

Ding An turned to look at him, his eyes filled with disbelief, "Who are you looking at? Who is lying on the ground with nothing to do?"

"That old Lele rolls on the ground every day," Man Yi said, "I don't think there is any difference between you and it. You are like a donkey every day."

Ding An curled his lips at Man Yi's leaving back, and turned around to see Fang Zeyu who was suppressing a smile.

He was so angry that he didn't miss him, this man is a real dog.

This meal lasted from five o'clock to nine o'clock in the evening, and the other tables had left long ago, leaving them alone. It was said that it was a meal, but in fact it was mainly a group of people getting together to drink and chat.

Fang Zeyu glanced at it. The three boxes of beer were all gone. He also went to the toilet with Ding An to fill the water four times. When he came back, he went to the back room to bring out two boxes of wine. The atmosphere drank two or three bottles.

Seeing that he was happy, Ding An didn't stop him. Anyway, he didn't have to go home at night, and he went back to sleep after drinking. It's okay to be drunk.

When the fourth box of wine was about to bottom out, Fang Zeyu finally couldn't take it anymore, and lay down on the table in a daze, his face flushed red.

"Is this little Yuzi dying?" Second Uncle Ding An drank half a catty of white wine, his face turned red and his neck was thick.

Ding An laughed out loud.

The second uncle was unhappy when he heard it, and said to him in a rough voice, "Do you know what your second uncle's drinking capacity is? Let me tell you that."

He stretched out a finger, "Drink a catty of white wine, and take beer as you like."

There was applause and laughter on the table.

Uncle Ding An snorted when he heard the words, and nodded his hands, "Then I will drink a catty and a half of liquor, and pour beer as you like."

"Fuck!" The second uncle slapped the table, "If you don't accept it, let's fight!"

The atmosphere became lively again, and the fifth case of beer was opened.

Ding An sighed, stood up and helped Fang Zeyu back to the hut, and met his aunt who was walking into the house on the way.

"Yo, is this drunk?" Auntie held two heads of garlic in her hand, "How many bottles are you drinking like this?"

"Cough, just three bottles."

Ding An was a little embarrassed. His family is full of people who can drink, especially Ding Jingyun, who can drink better than him. It is no problem to blow a case by himself.

Ding Jingyun shook his head and clicked his tongue twice, "It won't work if you stay in the south for a long time, and the nature of drinking in the northeastern people has disappeared."

Ding An laughed and helped Fang Zeyu back to the house.

There is no heating in the house, and there is no popularity. It is still a bit cold at night in this winter.

Fang Zeyu huddled up on the bed, opened his eyes after shaking for a while, "Why is it so cold?"

"Turn on the electric mattress." Ding An poked his head out of the closet to look at him, holding two sets of pajamas in his hand, "Aren't you asleep?"