Take a quick look, the weird colleagues can also think differently when eating barbecue...
As the saying goes, I can't help but talk about it.
Because I ate some roasted kidneys after my last blind date.
I have been thinking about that taste these past two days.
Actually, it’s not my fault.
After all, that stuff is really delicious.
It was roasted until it was dry and sizzling with oil.
Sprinkle seasonings such as cumin.
That little fragrance, let alone the kids next door.
Even the uncle next door would cry out of envy.
So under this premise.
I started chatting with two old-timers when I went to work today.
It would have been better if I hadn't mentioned it.
When they heard about roasted kidneys, these two wise guys actually got damn excited.
He also said that no one has had a meal together since he came to this office.
How about we have some barbecue after work today to bond with each other? My scalp went numb when I heard this.
After all, I still understand the human nature of these two wise men.
He is stingy, lazy and loves to drink.
Go to a barbecue with them.
What if these two grandsons deliberately get drunk and don't pay? Then I will have to pay, right? Thinking of this, I subconsciously wanted to refuse.
But at this moment, the unlucky supervisor actually heard it.
When my grandson heard that we were going to have a barbecue dinner tonight, he was extremely excited.
He also said that I can't slack off and I must participate tonight.
When I heard this, I was speechless.
I had no choice but to go with the three to one ratio, plus I really wanted to eat roasted kidneys.
I had to agree reluctantly.
So after get off work, the four of us took a taxi and headed straight to the local barbecue street.
After arriving at the place, we found a more famous barbecue stall.
As a result, as soon as I sat down, I saw the wise man who often searched for aphrodisiacs on the Internet waving his hand.
He said in a loud voice: "Boss, give me ten big kidneys, plus a set of donkey treasures (donkey penis + donkey balls)!"
When I heard this, I was stunned.
I have tolerated this grandson searching for aphrodisiacs on the Internet.
As a result, eating barbecue is also very delicious.
Don’t add any meat tendons or anything like that to the meat skewers.
Let’s start with a set of lower three routes.
Thinking of this, I regretted coming here with this grandson.
However, this is not the coolest part.
When he finished shouting all this, the boss came up with an apologetic look on his face and said that there was no more Donkey Bao.
As he spoke, he pointed to a table of aunties not far away and said that they had ordered all the donkey treasures.
When I heard this, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Damn, thanks auntie...
If they hadn't come to their aid.
I might have to eat this tonight...
And just when I breathed a sigh of relief.
I suddenly noticed that the supervisor next to me was staring at the aunt at the table.
During this time, his eyes kept darting around, as if he was expecting something.
I didn’t care when I saw this.
Wait until the boss brings the roasted donkey treasure to aunt's table.
The grandson then said quietly: "Hey, it turns out to be sliced..."
There was a hint of disappointment in his words.
It was as if all hope had been dashed.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Looking at the disappointed expression on my grandson's face, I suddenly realized something.
At the same time, he cast a look of contempt at him.
Even eating barbecue can lead to radical thinking.
This grandson is really unique.
So after adding a few more skewers, the dinner party of our four-member group of slackers officially began.
Everything was normal at first.
Everyone started talking about work and other things, and everything became more restrained.
But after drinking two taels of liquor, the two of them began to show their wisdom.
A person patted me on the shoulder and taught me the philosophy of life and various truths.
This is pretty good...
The other one is just a boaster about everything under the sun.
Or say that he served in the Northeast JMS at the age of 17.
Or he would talk about how much darkness he had seen in human nature when he was in society.
Then comes the glorious history of my own health care.
The guy talked all the way down.
The content and material are enough to write a novel about urban war gods.
Caught between the philosophy of life on the left and the urban bully on the right.
I am at a loss for words.
The only thing to be thankful for is that the supervisor doesn't drink.
Otherwise I will collapse after this scene tonight.
Finally, the barbecue ended with the two wise guys getting drunk.
When the supervisor and I sent them home, it was already 11:30 in the evening...
Looking at the time on the watch, I couldn't help but shed tears of regret...
Why the hell am I saying those two words...
At the same time, I would like to remind everyone that they can just enjoy whatever they like quietly.
Don't let your colleagues know...
After all, who knows what my colleagues will turn it into...
(End of this chapter)