Deliverance of a Counterattack | Counterattack Through Pregnancy

Chapter 52

　　A large group of masters came to Cengfan, and it was obvious that thirty dishes were not enough. Xu Cinian's stool was not warm, so he put on his apron again and prepared to go to the kitchen to make up some more dishes. As a result, Qu Cheng grabbed him, glanced at the group of people in front of him with disgust and said, "You bastards If you don't come early or late, you have to wait until the rice is ready for you to serve before you enter the door. Obviously you are here to eat free food. You can't get used to it at the end of the year, let them figure out their own way, let's eat ours."　　

　　"Brother Cheng, you can't do this. Today is a holiday. We are the guests invited by Brother Xu, not your little brother."　　

　　A Si leaned forward with a grin, and saw that the eyes of a table of gluttonous vegetables were cold. Qu Cheng picked up a chopstick and slammed it over, and said with a smile, "You guys, dare to play tricks with me? For your part, whoever wants to stay will solve the food problem by himself."　　

　　Dozens of old men behind Ah Si were happy when they heard this. He laughed. Everyone took out several plastic bags from behind. They contained stewed cabbage noodles, fragrant fried little yellow flowers, braised pork head... all of them were ordinary. A snack for Chinese Xinnian.

　　"Brother Cheng, don't worry, we have already prepared our own food, and there is also the 95-year-old Red Star Erguotou, specially to honor Brother Xu!"　　

　　Speaking, they dragged out a cardboard box from the door with a dozen bottles of Erguotou inside. A group of people took two bottles from it in one hand and pried them with their teeth. The red bottle cap slammed to the ground, and it was energetic.　　

　　"..." Qu Cheng touched his forehead speechlessly, and instantly felt that his image of working hard all night was ruined by these turtle grandsons.　　

　　Xu Cinian looked at the smiling elders in front of him, and beckoned to pull them in, "Okay, don't just talk about it, hurry into the house and eat."　　

　　"Hey!" A group of people headed by Ah Si nodded in unison, carrying firecrackers and Erguotou, scrambling inward. Sister-in-law's words are imperial decree. If you have a good meal with your sister-in-law, what is Brother Cheng? Is it edible?　　

　　Qu Cheng had originally pinned all his hopes on Uncle Zhong, thinking that such a serious and stubborn old man would definitely not be able to stand his group of brothers who are full of flesh and ethics.

　　As a result, the old man who was shocked to drop his chopsticks, he forgot everything when he saw the Erguotou in their hands. He greeted a group of people in with his eyes brightly, and said like a treasure, "Oh, Erguotou in 1995." Is this a baby, where did you get it? I haven't drunk it in years, and now I see this bottle."　　

　　Got... directly kill.

　　Qu Cheng caressed his forehead silently, and pinned his hopes on Luo Xiaomao. Unfortunately, this guy is an old fried dough stick. From the sweeping aunt to the uncle watching the door in Haoting, there is no one he doesn't know. Nowadays, I see Qinglong. The brothers who helped, instantly seemed to meet old acquaintances, greeted them cheerfully, and mingle with a group of people within a few minutes.　　

　　This dead lady...

　　Qu Cheng gritted his teeth and stuffed a piece of mutton into his mouth, feeling that the hope of being alone with the peacock for the Xinnian's Eve is even thinner, so he swept his eyes over the nest where he was holding a small spoon and stuffing rice in his mouth, and silently rubbed his little boy. Head, son, success or failure depends on you.