Chapter 29: (Above) You must be drunk in life

　　 The agreed time came, and the six gentlemen in the nightclub came together one after another, saying that today is a festival for bachelors, and none of them took their families.
　　Hongyu Building is very complicated, and in the eyes of Mertesacker and others, these have a strong Chinese style. In Zhuo Yang's opinion, it is nondescript. In many places, it is a mystery, and the snake is not only added to the foot, but also added socks on the foot. Of course, this is not his business. He is too lazy to explain the aesthetic meaning of the traditional Chinese interior decoration style to these five European turtles.
"The residual sun is like blood frost on the ground, and the lonely sycamore is like a hook. This red flesh-green wine is like love, which always provokes love. Zhuo, you are familiar, you come to order." curious.
　　 Zhuo Yangxin said: A group of people from small places know how big China is? Do you know how many cuisines there are in China? From Xi'an to Chaozhou is farther from Hanover to Spain, I know a hair!
　　 "What are you familiar with, I haven't eaten much." Actually, I haven't eaten at all. "It's true to pick expensive points."
　　Piglet Schweinsteiger: "Yes, yes!"
　　Ribery's face was blue, and the scars on his face were pumping: who are these people?
The scars of this meal are concealed from my dad's. Let Mr. Lai Baili know that his family has a restaurant, but his son goes to other places to treat guests, and he also invites the Chinese Chaozhou cuisine on the tall, non-beating Xiaoli Bailey's face was full of peach blossoms. For Mr. Old Ribery, it would be considered lost if he did not pick up money.
　　 "I see, whatever, just get two, just finish eating, and wait to play." Scarves are busy busy leading the situation in the direction of saving money.
　　 "That wouldn't work, I wouldn't be satisfied if I didn't eat well at night." Mertesacker has always been very kind.
　　De Rong said more: "Don't say anything, good dishes with good wine, I'll ask the boss what famous wine from China."
　　Piggy: "I've eaten it, I've eaten it once. You know, that unicorn abalone tastes amazing. One serving per person, I'll serve two. Scar, you promised it, right?"
　　Ribery's complexion changed directly from blue to black.
　　 "Hey, scar, what's wrong with your face? How ugly, how ugly."
　　 In the end, Zhuo Yang was the master, waved his hands, tide-style cold, frozen meat, hot and sour green oysters, duck shreds, steamed, fried, stewed, braised, seafood beef, Lin Lin always filled a table. Of course, there is also a Kirin abalone that the piglet will never forget, and a bottle of Wuliangye.
　　Riberry looked at Zhuo Yang's eyes full of resentment.
　　 Waited for the dishes, Zhuo Yang let a few eyes straighten the greedy dead ghost for a moment. He put six wine cups of five dollars in order, filled Wuliangye in turn, and put them in front of each one in turn. These five buddies who have never seen the world are dumbfounded: What kind of ceremony is Zhuo? What a mysterious Chinese culture!
　　 Zhuo Yang lifted the glass in front of him and said, "This meal is in accordance with the rules of our Chinese people."
　　 "Thanks for the day before yesterday! Thank you! According to Chinese rules, I will dry this glass of wine first. This meal should be my treat, scars, that's it."
　　 Zhuo Yang refers to the fight with Duke Motley in the training field the day before yesterday. At that time, the few people who were present at that time made Zhuo Yang more or less, not to mention piglets and scars. Therefore, Zhuo Yang is a bachelor.
　　 Zhuo Yang raised the wine cup with both hands, made a little group punch, and dried his wine with his head raised.
　　 This is the most basic thing in Chinese table culture and wine culture. Where have you seen these five European brothers? Only Zhuo Yang's arrogance was stunned, and even Handan Toddler picked up the cup as he did. Young Master Scar is tears coming down, he said: The Chinese are kind, or we Chinese are good!
　　 Five people raised their heads, five sounds of ‘Goodong’, and five glasses of wine all went together.
　　 "Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough..."
　　 "God..." "What did I drink..."
　　 are all half-size boys. I haven’t had such a strong drink at all. I didn’t have any thoughts and preparations at all. I didn’t know the depth and the tears came out. The five-dollar cup, which they can hold now.
　　 Zhuo Yang laughed at the table and greeted the boss for a drink. He had long expected that there would be such a show, a group of people who can usually drink a beer and think that the mixed wine in the nightclub is heaven?
　　Zhuo Yang doesn't drink much, but in China, no one in Xi'an will take Wuqian Baijiu seriously.
　　 The dishes had five flavors, the wine hadn't passed the third tour, and several people ate hearty. The scar's complexion had recovered, and he was the one who ate the most.
　　Maybe Ribéry really has distant Chinese ancestry, and after a while, the chopsticks catch it all. The remaining ones, chopsticks, knives, forks and spoons are all on top, and the Chinese and European mashups are not ashamed or ashamed.
　　 Zhuo Yang and Scar and De Rong tasted another glass of white wine. Piglet, Mertesacker and Montolivo only dared to dip a little bit of water. In this way, several laymen in the wine world unknowingly emptied a bottle of liquor.
　　 Zhuo Yang, of course, drank the most, and at this time also a little bit above. He stood up: "I go to the bathroom."
　　After draining water, Zhuo Yang wiped his face with cold water in the sink, feeling refreshed, and then narcissistically looked in the mirror before turning to go out.
　　 "His uncle, a bunch of rubbish!" Just heard the sentence at the door~EbookFREE.me~. It’s a woman’s voice, and it’s Chinese, and the Mandarin is round.
　　 Zhuo Yang looked back, a woman with dark hair, yellow skin and dark eyes, a beautiful Chinese girl.
　　The city of Hanover has a population of almost one million, not to mention the cities in China, even in Germany, it cannot be compared with cities such as Berlin and Munich. Hanover does not have Chinatown, which is common in western cities. There are few Chinese here. Zhuo Yang has been here for a few months. I have only seen a Chinese young man who travels from elsewhere in Germany, but has not communicated anything. Today, I ran into a Chinese fellow who was still a beauty, and I couldn't help feeling a little kind.
　　 This beauty obviously drank a little too much, staggering on the road. A few steps quickly rushed to the sink, holding the platen just a few retching, trying to vomit. Fortunately, I didn't spit it out.
　　 beauty vomiting is undoubtedly a very unsightly thing.
　　 The beautiful woman was scrubbing her face while scolding her mouth, it was just some ‘garbage’, ‘shit’ or something.
　　 "Is there any trouble?" Zhuo Yang asked, in Chinese.
　　Beauty found only someone nearby. "Chinese people?"
　　 "Yes, Chinese! Do you need help?" Zhuo Yang was polite and enthusiastic.
　　 The beautiful woman looked at the tall and strong young Chinese fellow in front of her, and was slightly silent: "Can you help me get out of here? I met three rogues, and I don't want to drink any more. Can you send me out of this restaurant?"
　　 "No problem!" Three rogues? Zhuo Yang will be afraid of you? It is the pride of every man to be a flower ambassador.
　　 Zhuo Yang helped the swaying beauty to go out, and the beauty appeared very nervous. One arm was hooked by Zhuo Yang, and the other side of the hand also came around and held Zhuo Yang tightly. When the two were close to each other and approached the door of Hongyu Tower, the villain appeared.