None of them were valuable, mostly nuts like peanuts and pine nuts, and some braised beef in soy sauce, which made the table more colorful.
The frozen pears are ready now. They taste even more unique when served with wine.
Wilson and Zhang Li did not miss this opportunity. They asked the photographer to take pictures while asking some local stories about how these foods were made.
Soon everyone finished eating the dumpling soup on the table. A Tai and Hu Zi cleared the dishes and put a lot of snacks on the table. Feng Xiaoyue also brought a lot of private goods with her, which she also took out and shared with everyone.
Only Wilson was still drinking bottle after bottle with the fat man.
"What's the matter? Wilson, drink up!" Seeing Wilson pick up a bottle of wine and put it down again, Sanpang said, "We are all close friends when we get together, let's have a bottle of close-knit wine!"
After saying that, Sanpang gulped down the whole bottle. Wilson had already gone to the bathroom twice. Even though he was drinking beer, he couldn't hold back from drinking a whole bottle this time. But Sanpang always had something to say, so it seemed really bad if he didn't drink.
He drank up the beer in his hand and Sanpang handed him another bottle.
"Let me tell you, brother, if you're out there, you can't help but drink. Guests should get drunk, or the host will be ashamed."
"I'm drunk, I'm drunk!" Wilson shook his head and admitted defeat. Just now he looked down on Sanpang and was competing with him, but after he really drank, he found that Sanpang drank bottle after bottle as if nothing had happened.
"Are you really drunk?"
"I'm really drunk!"
"Alright!" Seeing that Wilson had really drunk enough, Sanpang stopped trying to persuade him. He just said with some regret, "If that's the case, forget it. Let's drink together next time."
Lying on the table, Wilson, who still had a trace of clarity in his mind, secretly swore in his heart that from today on, if he competed in drinking with Chinese people again, he would be a dog.
Feng Xiaoyun looked at his friend with a wry smile, wondering if it was because he couldn't drink much that he had left him with the wrong impression that all Chinese people couldn't drink.
You know, when Sanpang started introducing people to trading companies to do business, there weren't many people in this business who couldn't drink. I hope this unfortunate kid can learn his lesson.
You have to know that the next stop after the trip to Xueling is West China, which has always been the gathering place of China's most fierce ethnic minorities. If he continues to make such a fuss, he will probably be taught a lesson.
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