The autobiography I wrote cannot be a tragedy

Six p.m.

"Gudonggudong~"

The bottom of the pot with red tomatoes was bubbling, and pieces of cooked beef brisket were tumbling to the surface, exuding an alluring aroma of meat.

Surrounding the hot pot are sliced ​​tripe, fat beef, shabu-shabu beef, beef offal and various fresh side dishes.

"Sizzling~" In the pan, two steaks were being fried sizzling, then they were removed from the pan, placed on a plate, poured with the pepper sauce prepared earlier, sprinkled with sea salt, and served.

"Okay! You're done!"

Looking at the table full of dishes, Meng Lang, wearing an apron and looking like a house cook, showed a satisfied smile.

The "Super Time and Space Radio Family" once again verified the powerful "24-hour law".

Give me a life and give you a chef.

Facts have proved that there is nothing that cannot be solved in a lifetime!

If so, then for two lifetimes!

"I said you're a guy who knows how to cook and yet you're secretive about it. You're pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger!"

The stunned Yan Weiwei looked at the table full of dishes and couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Hehe, believe it or not if you are just learning, I have no other merits except that I can learn everything quickly. I am called a top student!" Meng Lang chuckled.

"A top student? Tsinghua University or Peking University, are you so crazy?" Yan Weiwei asked him.

"Well……"

This question is very troublesome.

I am a late bloomer, and when I am big, small may not necessarily be better.

The critical time was when I was in flight mode and the "signal" was not good...

Just as he was embarrassed, Lin Haitang and Lin Xiaoyu opened the door and came in to help him out.

The two of them were carrying large and small bags of snacks and juice, obviously they had just returned from shopping.

"I'm back, thank you for your hard work! Come, I'll come, I'll come." Meng Lang ran over quickly and took a small bag from Xiaoyu's hand.

Lin Haitang was stunned for a moment and looked at the two big bags in his hands.

emm…

"Is the meal ready?" Xiao Yu smelled the fragrance that filled the room and sniffed her nose.

Then when he saw the table full of dishes, his little mouth opened with the same expression as Yan Weiwei.

"Haha! Little Mengzi is really secretive. I don't know how many secrets he is hiding from us."

Yan Weiwei set the dishes and chopsticks on the dining table while looking at Meng Lang.

Lin Haitang was also surprised when he saw it.

Could it be that the pot of paste I saw before... was actually the other party making biochemical weapons?

But after taking a closer look at the dishes on the table, his eyes suddenly became strange.

"Tomato beef brisket hot pot, steak, beef stir-fried with green onions, beef stew with potatoes...

Uh...why are they all cows? "Xiao Yu looked at the table and said with some doubts.

"This... I invented it, an all-ox feast. How about it, cow or not?" Meng Lang laughed dryly.

I don't know why, when I want to cook, all kinds of "cook" recipes pop up in my mind.

Could it be that one of the brothers was kicked by an ox and became enemies?

"Uncle, you are so awesome, but how do you know that my sister likes beef the most?"

"Huh?" X2

…

Everyone sat down and moved their chopsticks, the atmosphere was a bit strange.

Yan Weiwei stared at Meng Lang and chewed a piece of beef tendon in her mouth.

Lin Haitang lowered his eyebrows and only focused on eating, not listening to what was going on outside the window, and only focused on eating the whole beef feast.

Xiao Yu bit her chopsticks and looked at Meng Lang apologetically.

Meng Lang inexplicably understood the look in her eyes: I'm sorry, uncle, I've grown up, but I'm too immature...

well! Meng Lang sighed in his heart.

Xiaoyu, you realized it too late...

What a sin!

God knows which brother is performing the "time and space assist"?

He could almost hear the system prompt of "Lin Haitang's favorability +1+1+1".

So, did I choose the emotional line first, or did the emotional line make the choice for me first?

It’s another philosophical cycle of “which came first, the chicken or the egg”…

My head hurts...

"Cough!" Meng Lang couldn't bear Yan Weiwei's gaze, so he coughed dryly, breaking the weird atmosphere.

"Well...it's fate that we can all be together again. Should we raise a toast to celebrate?"

"Yes, yes! Come, let me pour juice for everyone!" Xiaoyu obviously wanted to make up for the situation.

However, Yan Weiwei rolled her eyes and said, "Forget it about the light rain. We are all adults. How can we celebrate with juice? Where is the wine?"

Meng Lang's eyelids jumped when he heard the word "wine".

I don't have much desire to talk today, and I don't want to fall unconscious.

When I was drunk, how could I witness with my own eyes how I ended up on the path of being a "scumbag"?

"Haha! I didn't buy any wine today. I forgot about it, so I had to make do with juice." Meng Lang laughed.

"Didn't buy it?" Yan Weiwei stood up immediately, took out two bottles of wine from a cabinet, and lined them up on the table with a "Duang".

"Fortunately, someone else gave me a few bottles before, so I drank it!"

Meng Lang glanced at the two bottles of wine and twitched the corner of his mouth.

Feitian Moutai! 53°!

I took a bottle and looked at it. It was 10 years old...

Meng Lang was speechless.

His dad loves drinking, especially Maotai-flavor wine, so he probably knows that a bottle of Moutai of this vintage costs basically five to six thousand bottles on the market.

Just this bottle of wine can prepare several tables of "all-cow feasts" like today...

"Ahem! This wine is too expensive. Today is not a big day. There is no need." Meng Lang laughed dryly.

"Isn't wine just for drinking? Except for Xiaoyu, if anyone doesn't drink today, they are not giving face, and they are looking down on me, Mr. Yan!" Yan Weiwei looked like a bandit.

snort! Little one! If I can't drink you down today, I'll tell you all your secrets. My surname is not Yan!

From that posture, no one present could tell that Yan Weiwei was a drunkard and was not interested in drinking.

Meng Lang was also a little confused. The person who came was not good.

Whether I want to maintain my health or not is another matter. The key point is that I don’t want to be a scumbag...

[My love is too stupid and too naive...]

Yan Weiwei's arrogance was at its peak when someone's cell phone rang in an embarrassing manner.

"I'll answer the phone first." Meng Lang picked up the phone with relief and chose to answer the call.

"Hey! Oh, my express delivery, please help me put it at the doorman first, and I will pick it up myself later. Thank you!"

After hanging up the phone, I found that Yan Weiwei had already unscrewed the bottle cap and was unscrewing the second bottle...

"Hey! Don't..." I wanted to stop him, but it was already too late.

The strong aroma of wine wafted out, and the small 10,000 yuan was just opened.

"What? You can't drink enough? Don't worry, I won't laugh at you!"

Yan Weiwei chuckled, threw the bottle cap back in her hand, and accurately threw it into the trash can.

Meng Lang took a look and saw that it was a pity to just throw away a few hundred yuan...

No, what am I thinking? Someone who started out with tens of millions of dollars in picking up bottles is still thinking about picking up bottle caps...the price has dropped!

"Ahem! I really don't drink much..."

[My love is too stupid and too naive...]

Just as he was talking, the phone rang again.

"Hey! It's express delivery. Please put it at the doorman's place for me first. I'll pick it up later. Thank you!"

Almost the same thing, hang up the phone.

But just as I put down the phone, the next call came again.

"Hey! Delivery? Please help me with the doorman, thank you!"

Putting down the phone, Lin Haitang looked at him strangely, "What did you buy? Why are there so many express deliveries?"

"Oh! Blind box." Meng Lang replied casually.

"Do you still believe this? Buy blind boxes online, you can't figure it out!"

"This is different, I have inside information!" Meng Lang chuckled.

"There is insider information about buying blind boxes online. Did you get a scam call?" Yan Weiwei laughed.

My brothers, you can’t lie to yourself when you lie to anyone!

Before Meng Lang could say anything, the fourth phone rang again.

When he put down the phone, he realized that the wine glass in front of him had been filled up at some point.

right! It's the cup for drinking juice...

"Uh..." This is a bit big!

The key is that your cup is only half full, Mao?

"Come! For our Xiaoyu Guards to gather together again and join forces for victory, come! Let's drink this cup!"

Without giving Meng Lang a chance to refuse, Captain Yan stood up and picked up the wine glass.

That posture, the kind that gets angry without giving face to anyone.

Lin Haitang didn't know why, but he didn't object. He picked up half a glass of wine and stood up. Xiaoyu, the little follower, naturally responded by picking up some juice.

The three of them looked at Meng Lang.

"Little Mencius, is it impossible?" Yan Weiwei's eyes were completely provocative.

no?

Meng Lang laughed angrily.

How can a man say no?

This is not because I want to be a scumbag. You forced me to do this. Everyone can testify that I am passive, right?

"Come on! Cheers!"

Two hours later……

Meng Lang was speechless when he saw Yan Weiwei lying unconscious on the dining table.

So...what gave you the courage to drink from me?

Is it because my "not drinking well" gave you the illusion that you can fight back?

If you don't have the diamond, don't take the porcelain job. Can you be a little self-aware?

Only half of the two bottles of Maotai on the table were left. Meng Lang's face was just rosy and he was still a short distance away from being drunk.

His drinking capacity was trained by his father. Not to mention that he will not get drunk after a thousand drinks, it is much better than ordinary people.

As for Yan Weiwei...

Typical of drinking, all the talent is focused on momentum.

But why is this situation different from what is written in the book?

Oh, right! The book said that he drank to drown his sorrow because of Lu Kexin's death, but it didn't say that he drank with Yan Weiwei!

I guess he drank the last two bottles of Moutai by himself?

That makes sense.

Meng Lang had a feeling in his heart that the track was gently turned, and the locomotive of life rumbled towards another life trajectory.

well! Sighed softly.

I didn't think of him as a scumbag, it's strange...ahem! It was so relaxing!

In fact, it is not difficult to make a choice. What is difficult is not regretting your choice.

And the so-called maturity does not mean that you can choose the right answer every time, but that even if you choose the wrong answer, you can still pretend not to regret it at all...

Meng Lang glanced at the drunk Yan Weiwei again, put down the inexplicable loss in his heart, and drank the wine in one gulp!

Qingming Festival is coming soon, so I went to buy some flowers.

Let’s pay homage to my dead love...