The World: Tu Ziqiang's Counterattack

For the next two months or so, Tu Ziqiang lived very comfortably.

When he gets up in the morning and goes to the black market to sell some tickets, he is not greedy and only sells them for two to five yuan a day.

During the day, he was doing foreign labor and paddling in the timber factory---Xu Hongbing's arrangement for him was really not an expedient measure to silence others, but a real preparation for him to fight to the end in the post of carrying logs...

On the way home from get off work, under Cai Xiaoguang's complicated eyes, he chatted with Pianerhua about literature and dreams, and repeatedly jumped on the ambiguous line.

This coquettish operation not only completely confused Cai Xiaoguang, but even Pianerhua gradually lost confidence in her own charm.

When Feng Huacheng received the letter that Pianerhua was getting more and more wrong, he keenly felt the crisis in it.

Young people don't talk about martial arts, they are all gangsters, how can they lay hands on the honey of old seniors?

A merciless blow must be given!

Then, the old hooligan made a mistake, and he seriously misjudged the enemy's situation.

Tu Ziqiang didn't come here to pry honey at all!

As a result, the old hooligan who was strategizing wanted to show his face but showed his butt, and even Pianerhua's admiration and admiration for him had a crack.

She even began to feel that her lover's heart was not as broad as she had imagined before, and his lover was not as perfect as in her dream.

Tu Ziqiang's last itinerary every day is to go to Yin Xiu's house, to have dinner under the complicated eyes of the old cotton shoes;

Fortunately, the old cotton shoes have first-hand information on the battlefield, and the old man is not as restless as Feng Hooligan.

The old cotton shoes, which have been preparing to brake statically, overturned the previous plan again and again, and raised the alert level higher and higher...

Tu Ziqiang didn't care about Feng's gangster and Lao Mianxie's behavior at all.

His purpose for Feng's gangster's actions was simply to destroy, and he didn't think about making fun of it; he just loved Yin Xiu and even the old cotton shoes, and he had no other desires at all.

In this way, Tu Ziqiang, who has learned the essence of Taoist governance by doing nothing, can fully enjoy the good time with the two beautiful girls every day.

Happiness is actually very simple, even without beer and barbecue.

Fulfilling and happy days always pass quickly, and the Spring Festival of the Year of the Monkey will arrive in a blink of an eye.

sizzle sizzle...

Tu Ziqiang carefully fried the steak in the kitchen, while Yin Xiu leaned against the door frame and swallowed while guiding.

"Turn over, turn over quickly..." The little girl tiptoed, "Old Mian..."

"Huh?" The old cotton shoe who was sitting on the small bench outside the kitchen thoughtfully raised his eyebrows.

"Master Mian, how mature do you want to be?" The little girl stuck out her tongue and smiled quietly at Tu Ziqiang, she almost called bald mouth again...

"It's not bad if he can fry well, he's still almost mature..." The old cotton shoe curled his lips, spitting sour water, like a brat who had his toy gun snatched away.

"Hey, don't you believe in our buddy's skills? Our buddy has studied in XJ!" Tu Ziqiang grinned widely.

"What did you call me?" The old cotton shoe was annoyed, even ignoring that xj had nothing to do with steak.

"We talk about each other, we talk about brothers, and Xiu'er and I talk about brothers..." Tu Ziqiang looked at the old man with a livid face and smiled.

"Is it Xiu'er?"

"Well, brother is right!"

The old cotton shoes lifted their legs and walked away, not to be so idle.

"The old cotton shoes won't be angry, right?" Tu Ziqiang asked Xiu'er in a low voice.

"No, no, turn it over! Turn it over! It's going to be mushy!" Yin Xiu said heartlessly.

The old cotton shoes staggered, with tears in their eyes...

The low Kang table was covered with red and white checked sheets, and three plates were placed on it.

Two eight-inch plates and one eleven-inch plate contained two steaks and --- one pork chop.

There is no way, such a rare thing as beef is entrusted to Cai Xiaoguang's father, Lao Cai, the director of a certain committee in the city, and ordinary people can't see beef dregs.

Tu Ziqiang wanted to laugh when he thought of Cai Xiaoguang gritted his molars, swallowed blood and tears, and forcibly agreed to help with the steak.

He must have thought that he was using these two steaks to achieve some ulterior purpose.

If it weren't for the support of his great dedication, Tu Ziqiang assured that Cai Xiaoguang would have bit his neck fiercely and tore off a large piece of flesh.

Therefore, Tu Ziqiang seriously suspected that it was not that Cai Xiaoguang could not get three yuan, but that his great dedication was far from enough, and he was reluctant to get another one for his imaginary rival to enjoy exclusively.

A small bunch of pine needles for decoration and a carved turnip flower from tripping a donkey sit on the side of the steak.

There are no out-of-season vegetables in this era, and even if there are, Tu Ziqiang and his ilk can't get them, so he has to use pine needles to make up the number.

The radish flower was created by Lao Mianxie. After glancing at Tu Ziqiang's work, he immediately decided to do it himself.

There is a kitchen knife on the edge of the table, which is used to cut steaks...

Hmm, it smells like xj...

"Why do you ask me to use the fish plate? It seems that I have a big appetite..." The old cotton shoe stared at the steak in front of him, playing with his childish temper.

"Ah, let's change, I can't eat too much..." Yin Xiu picked up the plate in front of her and was about to change it with the old cotton shoes.

The old cotton shoe looked at his granddaughter's plate and shook his head muffledly—the steak on the girl's plate was obviously two times bigger than his.

"Then let's change?" Tu Ziqiang picked up his pork chop.

"No, it's a fool who trades beef for pork..." The old cotton shoe pressed the plate and did not let go.

"I have a small appetite, so I can't eat so much..." Yin Xiu divided half of her steak into Tu Ziqiang's plate, she said when the latter looked at her.

"Hmph!" The old cotton shoe curled his lips, turned his head to the side, the steak was no longer fragrant...

"Try mine too..." Tu Ziqiang divided his pork chops into half for the girls.Is there any time when you can't eat meat these days?What are you kidding?

"Hum!" The old cotton shoe hummed even louder.

&nbng, a large rice bowl is placed on the kang, with half a bowl of bright red grape juice in it.

"Mr. Yin, how much should we mix?" Tu Ziqiang asked while holding up a half bottle of shochu, "It doesn't matter if there is no smell of wine..."

"It's all in, it's all in!" Xiu'er was as excited as an oriole, and the old cotton shoe curled her lips, let alone talking.

A small iron basin was upside down in the middle of the table, and three white candles were shining brightly on it...

"I don't know the rules either. I want to buy red candles... but I don't have a letter of introduction." Tu Ziqiang nodded in satisfaction and said.

"The white candle is right..." The old cotton shoe stared blankly at the candle, wondering what he was thinking.

"Ms. Yin..." Tu Ziqiang picked up two large bowls of coarse porcelain, "My father passed away last year, and I was the only one left at home. I feel like the sky is falling..."

The old cotton shoes looked up.

"That was the situation at the time. I had to get 40 yuan within a week..." Tu Ziqiang finished talking about the predicament at that time, the old cotton shoes sighed softly, and Yin Xiu's big eyes were shining, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

"I met you, Mr. Yin, when I was squatting on the side of the road and complained that the sky should not be called the earth. Only then did I have hope in my life." Tu Ziqiang paused, then turned to look at Yin Xiu, "Later, my Life has color again."

The old cotton shoes listened quietly, Yin Xiu's expression was wonderful.

"What I want to say is," Tu Ziqiang's speech slowed down, "It's fate that the three of us can depend on each other for life, and companionship is the greatest happiness. There is absolutely no impurity in it..."

The old cotton shoes pursed their lips and watched Tu Ziqiang slowly lift up the big tea mug in front of him---the five Chinese characters of serving the people shined brightly.

The girl opened her mouth slightly, looking at the man obsessively...

Pleasant time always flies by, and the significance of the ceremony is far greater than the actual Western-style New Year's Eve dinner. After eating for a long time, it seems to end very quickly.

The old cotton-padded shoes were drunk, half leaning on the box on the top of the kang, singing randomly.

""Robert the Devil", a very old opera." The girl sent Tu Ziqiang outside the door, blushing.

"Then I'm leaving, you should go to bed earlier and lock the door..." Tu Ziqiang was not drunk at all.

"and many more."

Tu Ziqiang turned around in doubt, and the girl's hands gently stroked his cheeks.

soft, cool...

Slowly stroking the man's eyelids with his fingertips, he narrowed his eyes obediently.

"If one day..." The girl slowly let go of her hands and stretched her hands behind her, poking her head, her cherry lips slowly approaching.

gollum...

Feeling her approach, Tu Ziqiang swallowed, his heart pounding.

"I'm in love with you..." Getting closer, Tu Ziqiang even smelled the girl's body fragrance.

"It's definitely not because of any impurities..." The girl's panting hot air sprayed on the man's neck.

"It must be because of love..." Tu Ziqiang panted violently, he could already feel the girl's warmth, his eyes closed subconsciously, and he was ready to taste it.

Bang!The door of the room was tightly closed, and the laughter of the girl who succeeded in playing a prank could be heard from behind.

"But I haven't fallen in love with you yet!" the girl said...

Damn, is falling in love a racial talent of the Gauls?This little girl!

Tu Ziqiang tried his best to swallow two mouthfuls of spit, bent over and left slowly.

Blue skinny mushrooms!