Liang Jian: I have a canteen

Chapter 321
Hua Zejin didn't answer Xu San immediately.

Xu San could see that she was still struggling, so he made up the knife in time, "I admire you soldiers the most, especially female soldiers!"

Although he said so, he added in his heart, except you little devils, if possible, then I can cheat as much as I want, such as selling you to Qingfenglou.

"Then thank you sir for your love!" Hua Zejin bowed and saluted, then got up and went down.

It seems that he agreed?

Xu San stroked his oily hair, once again feeling that the wax's function was against the heavens, obviously there was no progress, but in the end, he caught such a line by accident.

As a soldier of the water supply unit, going to this kind of place to do a part-time job is either a mission or an unspeakable secret.

Sure enough, not long after, Hua Zejin came to her side with wine and food.

The wine and dishes were placed on the low table one by one, and then she knelt down beside Xu San and poured wine for him.

After the glass of wine was filled, Xu San held up the glass, "It seems that Miss Huaze has agreed to my request."

Hua Zejin smiled slightly, "Sir, Xiaojin thinks highly of Xiaojin, and Xiaojin dare not refuse."

Xu San drank the mouth of the cup in one gulp, then took a mouthful of tofu, and tasted it. It was a little salty, but it still tasted like tofu, but the portion was too small. If you follow the daily eating method, you can eat it in three mouthfuls. up.

Looking at other side dishes, although there are many plates, the portions are pitifully small.

Looking at the sparse dishes, Xu San remembered a joke from before.

It was said that a few Northeast men ate Japanese food for the first time. They ordered ten dishes, and then they ate them all in a few mouthfuls.

Thinking of this, the corners of Xu San's mouth rose slightly, revealing a nice smile.

Hua Zejin saw it, and quickly asked, "Why are you laughing, sir?"

Xu San answered in his mind, I am laughing at Wu, the villager of Zhuge, and at Zhou Yu's ignorance.
But Xu San didn't say that, but said, "If you can get Miss Huaze's attention, you will naturally laugh."

Fill up the wine for Xu San again, "Sir, you really can talk, there must be many women around."

Xu San smiled and did not answer, but picked up the glass again, stared at Hua Zejin and asked, "Does Miss Hua Ze not drink?"

Hua Ze was slightly taken aback, then poured himself a glass and picked it up, "Xiao Jin doesn't know Mr.'s name yet."

"My name is Edogawa Conan." Xu San revealed his vest name again.

"Then I would like to offer a cup to Mr. Edogawa." Hua Zejin took a sip while talking, Xu San took a look, it was about one-third of the cup, and it looked like a money.

Although sake has forty degrees, it is not as spicy as baijiu, so ordinary women can also drink some. If you add some plums or other seasonings, it is easy to get people drunk without knowing it.

Seeing Hua Zejin drinking, Xu San thought to himself, as long as you can drink, as long as you drink, I can make you lie down.

Thinking of this, Xu San laughed again.

Seeing Xu San's smile again, Hua Zejin asked again, "Why are you smiling again, sir?"

"With beauties to drink with, it's natural to laugh." Xu San replied.

"Sir, you didn't tell the truth this time!"

"You're right, but I won't tell you the answer." Xu San pretended to be mysterious, and then took a sip of wine.

Hua Zejin also took a sip, then put down the glass, "Is this the first time for Edogawa to come here?"

Xu San glanced at the remaining wine in Huaze, and then said, "That's right, this is my first time here. But it's too far away. I came here once before, and that time I was in a hurry and only stayed for a short time."

"What about this time?" Hua Zejin asked.

Xu San thought for a while, "It is estimated that this time it will be a permanent residence for a while?"

"Permanent?" Hua Ze heard a little question in Xu San's words, "How long does the gentleman need to stay here?"

Xu San thought about it, "Well, because of work, and some other personal matters, it will take about a year."

Hua Ze counted the time in his mind and said, "Then can't I go home for the New Year?"

It is now the beginning of July, and Dongying's Chinese New Year is New Year's Day, so here Huaze said that Xu San could not go home.

"Work is more important than family." Xu San replied helplessly.

"What is the job of the gentleman? Is it convenient to say?" Huaze asked tentatively.

"It's nothing inconvenient." After speaking, Xu San took out the business card he had prepared and handed it over.

Hua Zejin took it with both hands, looked at it carefully, and put it away.

"It turns out that Mr. Edogawa is a reporter from the Asahi Shimbun!"

"The tabloid reporter, let's make a living." Xu San said modestly.

"If the Asahi Shimbun is a tabloid newspaper, then I am afraid that no newspaper in Dongying dares to call itself a big newspaper."

Xu San smiled, took a sip of wine, and then turned to watch the play.

To be honest, Xu San still can't accept this kind of Japanese culture. The only things he can accept are animation and action movies.

Take the white-faced geisha who played the three-stringed lute on the stage just now as an example. Xu San just wanted to sleep. If Hua Zejin hadn't been drinking with him by his side, he would have fallen asleep on the tatami long ago.

Anyway, Xu San felt that it was not as good as Dagushu in the north, and it was not as good as Pingtan in Suzhou.

The geisha playing the sanxian went down, and new performers came up.

However, Xu couldn't stand the performance this time.

Xu San felt a bit of a toothache, and the geisha on stage turned out to be the Kunqu opera "Si Fan"! ?

Men are afraid of running at night, and women are afraid of thinking about the world. This is a jargon in the Kunqu opera circle. The reason for saying this is because these two plays are the most difficult for Wusheng and Danjiao.

The Huaxia people themselves are afraid, not to mention the little devils.

The magically changed four images, the tune-changed Kunqu opera singing, and the Japanese, gave Xu San a weird feeling. It feels like the Internet celebrity singers of later generations do not understand opera, but they want to follow the trend and sing some opera. It was sung, but it didn't have the energy and energy that opera should have.

Sure enough, Dongying people learn everything differently.

Picking up the wine that Hua Zejin had just filled, he drank it down in one gulp.

The careful Hua Zejin saw that Xu San's heart was not on the stage, so she asked, "Sir, are you not satisfied with the club's program?"

"It's okay, after all, these are our Dongying's traditional programs." Xu San replied casually.

Although Xu San's words were spoken casually, Huaze still heard the meaning behind the words, so she slowly served Xu San another drink, sat upright, and said in a formal tone, "Sir, you don't have to accommodate, if it's not good, it's not good, you have an opinion It can be brought up and we can correct it."

What Hua Zejin said was very formal, which can be regarded as a tradition and an attitude of Dongying people.

Of course, if you raise your opinion, I will not change it, which is another tradition.

(End of this chapter)