Golden Greenery

When the appointed time came, the six gentlemen from the nightclub arrived one after another, saying that today is a bachelor's day, and none of the six brought their families.

The decorations in the Hongyu Building are very complicated, and in the eyes of Mertesacker and others, all of these have a strong Chinese style. But in Zhuoyang's view, it's neither fish nor fowl, and many places play tricks on it. The snake painting not only adds feet, but also socks. Of course, this is none of his business, and he is too lazy to explain the aesthetic meaning of traditional Chinese interior decoration style to these five European beetles.

"The setting sun is like blood and frost all over the ground, and the lonely sycamore is like a hook. This red, fleshy and green wine is like love, and it always attracts people to love. Zhuo, you are familiar with it, and you come to order." Montolivo's expression was serious. curious.

Zhuo Yang said in his heart: People from small places, do they know how big China is? Do you know how many cuisines there are in China? It's farther from Xi'an to Chaozhou than from Hannover to Spain, I know what the heck!

"What are you familiar with? I haven't eaten much." In fact, I haven't eaten it at all. "It's right to pick the expensive one."

Piggy Schweinsteiger: "Yes yes yes!"

Ribery's face was blue, and the scars on his face were twitching: Who are these people?

The scars of this meal were hidden from my father. I want old Mr. Ribery to know that there is a restaurant at home, but my son went to treat guests in other places, and he also invited high-end Chinese Chaozhou cuisine. Bailey's face was full of peach blossoms. For the old Mr. Ribery, if you don't pick up money when you go out, you will lose it.

"I see, what, just get two at will, finish eating quickly, and play later." Dao Scar hastily steered the situation in the direction of saving money.

"That can't be done, I'd feel guilty if I didn't eat well and go back at night." Mertesacker has always been very kind.

De Jong said more kindly: "Don't say anything, good food and good wine, I will ask the boss what famous wine from China."

Piggy: "I've eaten, I've eaten once, you know, that unicorn abalone tastes amazing. One for everyone, I'll have two. Scar, you promised, right?"

Franck Ribery's face turned directly from blue to black.

"Hey, Scar, what's wrong with your face? It's as ugly as it gets."

In the end, it was Zhuoyang who made the decision. With a big wave of his hand, the table was filled with Chaozhou cold, frozen meat, hot and sour mussels, shredded duck, steamed, fried, stewed, braised, seafood and beef. Of course, the unicorn abalone that Xiao Zhu never forgets, and a bottle of Wuliangye.

Franck Ribery looked at Zhuoyang with resentment in his eyes.

When all the dishes were served, Zhuoyang asked the starving gluttons to wait for a while. He arranged six five-cent wine cups, filled Wuliangye one by one, and placed them in front of everyone in turn. These five buddies who had never seen the world were dumbfounded: Zhuo, what kind of ceremony is this? Such a mysterious Chinese culture!

Zhuoyang picked up the wine glass in front of him and said, "This meal will be served according to our Chinese rules."

"Thank you for what happened the day before yesterday! According to Chinese rules, I'll drink this glass of wine first, and this meal should be treated to me, Scar, so it's decided."

Zhuoyang was referring to the fight with Duke Motley on the training ground the day before yesterday. Those present at that time more or less stood out for Zhuoyang, not to mention Piggy and Scar. Therefore, Zhuoyang is very bachelor in his work.

Zhuoyang raised the wine cup with both hands, made a small group bow, raised his head and drained the wine.

This is the most basic thing in Chinese dining table culture and wine culture. Where have the five European brothers seen this? Just stunned by Zhuoyang's arrogance, Handan Xuebu quickly picked up the cup just like that. Master Scar was about to shed tears, and said in his heart: The Chinese are still kind, and we Chinese are better!

The five people raised their heads, made five 'Gu Dong' sounds, and drank five glasses of wine together.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough..."

"God..." "What did I drink..."

They are all half-children, and they have never drank such a strong wine before.

I didn't have any mental preparation at all, I didn't know the depth at all, and tears came out. A five-dollar cup is something they can hold now.

Zhuoyang patted the table and laughed loudly, while beckoning the boss to bring drinks. He had expected this to happen a long time ago, a group of people who can usually get high with a beer, think that the mixed wine in the nightclub is the sky?

Although Zhuoyang himself can't drink much, but in China, in Xi'an, no young man would take five yuan liquor seriously.

The food has tasted five tastes, the wine has not passed three rounds, and several people ate heartily. Scar's complexion had already recovered, and he was the one who ate the most.

Maybe Scar Ribery really has distant Chinese ancestry, and after a while, the chopsticks caught him well. The rest of them had their chopsticks, knives, forks and spoons on hand, and their faces were not ashamed or red.

Zhuoyang, Dao Scar, and De Jong tasted another glass of white wine, while Xiaozhu, Mertesacker, and Montolivo only dared to dip a little bit, dipping a little bit for a while, and dipping a little bit after a while. In this way, a few laymen in the wine world emptied a bottle of liquor without knowing it.

Of course Zhuoyang drank the most, and he was a little bit over the top at this time. He stood up: "I'm going to the bathroom."

After draining the water, Zhuoyang wiped his face with cold water in the sink, feeling much refreshed, and looked at himself in the mirror for a while, then turned and walked out.

"His uncle, a bunch of trash!" He heard such a sentence as soon as he arrived at the door. It was a woman's voice, and she spoke Chinese, with perfect Mandarin.

Zhuoyang looked back and saw a woman with black hair, yellow skin and dark eyes, a beautiful Chinese girl.

The population of Hannover is only about one million. Not to mention it is not comparable to cities in China, even in Germany it cannot be compared with cities such as Berlin and Munich. Hannover does not have a Chinatown that is common in western cities, and there are very few Chinese people here. Zhuoyang has been here for a few months and only met a young Chinese who came to travel from other parts of Germany, but he did not communicate with him. Today I bumped into a Chinese fellow, who is still a beautiful woman, and I couldn't help but feel a little kind.

This beautiful woman obviously drank a little too much, and she staggered and staggered when she walked. He rushed to the sink in a few quick steps, held on to the countertop and retched a few times, wanting to vomit. Fortunately, I didn't spit it out.

Beauty vomiting is undoubtedly a very unpleasant thing.

While the beauty was washing her face, she was swearing, she was just some 'garbage', 'shit' or something like that.

"Is there any trouble?" Zhuoyang asked, speaking in Chinese.

Only then did the beauty realize that there was someone beside her. "Chinese?"

"Yes, Chinese! Do you need help?" Zhuoyang was polite and enthusiastic.

The beauty looked at the tall and strong young Chinese fellow in front of her, and she was silent for a while: "Can you help me get out of here? I met three rascals, and I don't want to drink anymore. Can you send me out of this restaurant?"

"No problem!" Three rascals? Zhuoyang will be afraid of you? It is the pride of every man to be a flower protector.

Zhuoyang helped the wobbly beauty to walk out. The beauty looked very nervous, one arm was hooked by Zhuoyang, and the other hand also circled around to hold Zhuoyang tightly. When the two cuddled each other and were about to reach the gate of Hongyu Tower, the villain appeared.