"Old Bei, Mrs. Bei, are you really going out to drink night beer?" Old Liu is a chef with a big head and a thick neck. Zhang Chunli can handle it when selling skewers, but she is not a professional chef after all. When she expanded her business and opened a hot pot restaurant, she specially invited Lao Liu. Lao Liu's skills are not good but not bad. The biggest feature is that she is honest and down-to-earth. She has been working in the Beld Hot Pot Restaurant for three years!

"What dream are you?" Zhang Chunli laughed and scolded and rushed him into the kitchen again: "We are the ones who run a restaurant ourselves, what should we eat when we go out? Old Liu, please put the leftover vegetables together, and we will make fun of it in a while!"

"Didn't Lao Bei say..." Lao Liu protested in a low voice. It was impossible for the guests to smooth out every dish when they had hot pot. The remaining meat and vegetables were gathered together, which would be a meal for them.

"What did I say?" Bei Youfu lay on the counter and pressed the calculator a few times, then looked up shamelessly.

You are really a couple! Old Liu was also drunk, shaking his big head and was about to enter, when a person suddenly walked into the door. As soon as this person came in, the bustling hotpot restaurant became cold.

"Welcome!" Zhang Chunli shouted habitually, and after shouting, she felt something was wrong with this person.

She subconsciously looked at the man and saw that he was wearing a dark blue Japanese kimono that was completely inconsistent with Yama Castle. He was wearing a black feather outside, white socks and a pair of wooden clogs under his feet. He was carrying two long and short Japanese samurai swords around his waist. When he looked at his face, his face was pale and old-fashioned like a zombie, and he even had a retro moon head shaved!

Zhang Chunli was shocked and couldn't help but stammer: "Spit, sting, sting, sting to death?"

After all, Shancheng is an international metropolis in western China. Middle-aged people like Zhang Chunli have also seen play. There are also girls from S Cheng Lelouch and men from S Cheng Wuzhi who have come to eat hot pot, but they are all young people in their teens and twenties. This is the first time this is the uncle in his forties.

Who should I kill? The zombie-faced warrior was fascinated at that time. His Chinese language skills, which were worse than those of a kindergarten child, really made him unable to understand what Zhang Chunli was saying. After two seconds of silence, he stammered:

"Hungry, wait, lust!"

Why are you hungry? Zhang Chunli, Bei Youfu and Lao Liu were all shocked: Could he be really Japanese?

After saying these three words, he probably exhausted the energy of the zombie-faced warrior. He didn't say anything anymore, but found a table facing the door and sat down, facing the door, with a serious expression and a straight face.

"Hello, are you eating red soup or mandarin duck?" Zhang Chunli went up to ask with conscientiousness. The zombie face and the warrior didn't raise his eyelids. He stared at the gate with a cold look and said word by word: "Sleep, let's go!"

"Then let's get red soup! If you don't eat red soup for a while, it's a waste of time!" Zhang Chunli said as she handed the order menu to the zombie-faced warrior, and then found a pen and handed it to him for him to check the order menu.

"Nani?" The zombie face of the warrior thrusts and thrusts. He looked at the words on the menu very familiar, but he didn't recognize them when they were combined together. However, he was not here to have a meal. He waved his hand decisively at Zhang Chunli: "Cloud!"

"Don't order food...drink soup?" Zhang Chunli was also drunk and could only look at her husband for help.

Bei Youfu led his back to the scene. He couldn't speak Japanese, so he could only ask the zombie-faced warrior: "Cut oil, kill me, and dismantle me?"

Zombie Face Warrior: "???"

"He doesn't know how to speak English and can't communicate anymore!" Bei Youfu spread his hands at Zhang Chunli helplessly.

"What should I do?" Zhang Chunli looked embarrassed: "Where can I find him a Japanese translator!"

"Take it down quickly! How much does a hot pot cost? It's worth it to hire an interpreter?" Bei Youfu waved his hand: "Forget it, let's eat it ourselves. I guess he will know how to order the dishes when he sees it!"

"Okay!" Zhang Chunli thought about it and could only do this, so she asked Lao Liu to bring the hot pot.

Lao Liu's craftsmanship is really not very good, but it is better than an authentic one. The hot pot is steaming on the stove. When the peppers churn in the boiling oil, the scent of the smell suddenly burst out!

Bei Youfu, Zhang Chunli and Lao Liu sat down around the hot pot together, and threw the fat beef, pork belly, tripe, crispy intestines, crab meat sticks, bean skin, enoki mushrooms... into the hot pot, and then opened two bottles of Laoshancheng. Bei Youfu and Lao Liu "did" touched the bottle and blew it into their mouths:

"comfortable!"

He picked up the pork belly and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it fragrantly. Bei Youfu gestured to the zombie face warrior: "Cause it?"

Such a simple word, plus gestures, the zombie-faced warrior certainly understood, but his Adam's apple squirmed, and his head shook with a gloomy face:

I, Nobita Ono, died, and died outside, and I would never eat my opponent's food!

Bei Youfu shrugged Zhang Chunli and Lao Liu: "This person is so weird. What do you think he is here for?"

"Who knows?" Zhang Chunli kindly glanced at Nobita Ono, and sautéed a duck sausage in the hot pot. "Forget it, he is willing to sit there, let him sit, let's eat ours!"

...

"Dad, mom, I'm back!" Bei Long excitedly pushed open the door of the hot pot restaurant, and was stunned by the scene in front of him. He saw his parents and Lao Liu sitting in front of the hot pot with a Japanese swordsman wearing a Japanese kimono and shaved his head in the moonlight, eating hot pot lively. When he walked in, his father was holding a bottle of Laoshancheng and greeting Lao Liu and the Japanese swordsman to go!...

The Japanese swordsman was eating oily and was still chewing enoki mushrooms in his mouth. Then he picked up Laoshancheng and met them. Then Beilong appeared at the door of the hot pot restaurant. The Japanese swordsman immediately stopped as if he had been lit...

This is very embarrassing...

"Xiaolong, why are you back so soon?" Zhang Chunli got up in a panic and pulled Beilong to fill a stool and sat down, and asked with a gossip: "How is it? That's the point you have developed?"

Beilong's mouth twitched twice invisible. His mother, the Japanese swordsman, had come to the door. You took them to eat hot pot together and asked me in front of him. Are you a little too heartbroken?

As the saying goes, "A man is short-speaking and has short-selling people. The Japanese swordsman looked at Bei Long with guilt: Why don't you... beat him after eating?"

Looking for someone to fight and eat and drink! Bei Long looked at him with contempt: I have never seen such a shameless person!

The Japanese swordsman's old face turned red and lowered his head, and his chopsticks tightly stuffed his tripe into his mouth: Yes, it's so delicious!

[This is the second chapter of the addition of the Peak Emperor Alliance Leader]
Chapter completed!