Alixai and Han Guangjia ran away somewhere during the transaction between Wan Feng and Shamilov, and at this time the two came back from the warehouse in a staggering manner.

The careful Wan Feng could see from the clothes of the two that the two had fought each other.

Although both of them were wearing padded jackets on the outside and couldn't see the clothes inside, their pants still showed a trace of flaws.

Both of them have wrinkles in their pants, and there are not very clear shoe prints on Alikse's pants, but there are no on Han Guangjia's pants.

And the expressions of the two are also different, although both of them have a shallow smile on their faces, but Alixe's smile is slightly regretful.

Obviously, the result of the two fighting was that Han Guangjia won.

Wan Feng is also judging in his heart, so he naturally won't be stupid to ask who wins and who loses.

The bad old man is also a face-saving person.

"Isn't Uncle Alixei going to eat hot pot, I have already instructed the canteen to prepare it just now, and it is estimated that it is ready now, while your convoy is loading, let's go eat hot pot." ”

Wan Feng took Shamilov, Alikse, Han Guangjia, and Yang Jianguo into the cafeteria.

A hot pot has been set up on a table in the cafeteria, and the charcoal in the hot pot has boiled the water in the pot, and the white gas is rising.

There are many plates around the hot pot, and there are lamb rolls, beef slices, pork slices, Chinese cabbage, radish, carrots, vermicelli, dried mushrooms, etc.

Then there are a lot of bottles and cans of different sizes.

"In winter, we can only take meat to open the hot pot, there are no vegetables, it would be good if it was summer, there will be more varieties of vegetables, and now we can eat the meat, come on, make your own sauce." ”

Wan Feng picked up a small bowl and poured sesame paste into the bowl from a bottle, then added a little sesame oil, chili oil, and then poured a small amount of MSG.

Han Guangjia and Yang Jianguo also skillfully prepared their own sauce, while Shamilov and Alikse stood and watched.

"Why don't you mix the sauce? You have to mix it yourself according to your own taste, and no one else can do it for you. ”

"We won't. Shamilov was a little embarrassed.

"Don't you Soviet people eat hot pot too? ”

"We just throw everything in the pot and eat it like that. ”

Holding grass is no different from a messy stew.

The dish from the hot pot itself cannot fully absorb the aroma of the soup, and it needs to be paired with a dipping sauce to make it more delicious, so the dipping sauce is the most important thing when eating hot pot, and it can be said that a hot pot without dipping sauce is soulless.

Like Shamilov said, it is better to stew in a large pot.

Wan Feng had no choice but to mix a bowl of sauce for Shamilov and Alikse.

"You eat first, and if it doesn't suit your taste, learn to adjust slowly. ”

As he spoke, the mutton, beef, and pork were poured into the hot pot with a crackle.

There were also two bottles of liquor on the table, which were for everyone except Wan Feng.

A few minutes later, Wan Feng first scooped up a slice of mutton with chopsticks.

"Eat, eat, if you don't eat, you'll be too hard. ”

Eating hot pot with a knife and fork is a bit ripped off, far less flexible than chopsticks, Alikse can use chopsticks a little bit, and can also clip out things, while Shamilov is a chopstick idiot.

I learned to use chopsticks, and I didn't even get a chicken feather out of the hot pot after working for a long time, so I had to use a knife and fork.

Wan Feng really didn't have knives and forks here, but fortunately there were two small forks of the kind sold in the store in the canteen, and as for the knives, they were also skinning knives in the canteen.

Although it is a bit unprofessional compared to the knives and forks they are used to, they can only make do with it.

This is the most delicious hot pot that Shamilov eats at such a big age, and he is busy eating, but he drinks very little.

But over there, Alixai has already finished two cups with Han Guangjia and Yang Jianguo.

What is the whole two cups? That is, he and Han Guangjia had two cups and Yang Jianguo had two cups.

Originally, the Soviets drank less and more often, and they did not drink much but drank frequently each time.

But today, Alixe, in turn, has abandoned their tradition in favor of a sip.

The cup is not big, a glass can hold one or two halves of wine, and two glasses are only three or two wines.

When Alikse and Yang Jianguo went down to the third cup.

Wan Feng began to worry.

This old thief lost to Han Guangjia just now, and he came to the wine table to take revenge.

It is estimated that this old guy has the intention of drinking Han Guangjia and Yang Jianguo under the table.

Han Guangjia and Yang Jianguo's amount of alcohol Wan Feng is still clear, sixty degrees of white dry is only more than half a catty, and it will be too much to drink again.

"You Chinese people can't drink enough, only two or three glasses will be gone, and if a man can't drink, it's a waste. Alixese began to speak loudly.

Just now, he and Han Guangjia did go to the back of the warehouse to compare, and what made him depressed was that after a few tricks and a few gestures, he found that he was not the opponent of this Chinese person.

And it has nothing to do with age.

People like them will fight back and forth for a long time in martial arts movies, usually with three moves and two ways to solve the battle, and the tricks used are all ruthless moves that kill with one hit.

At first, he was a little contemptuous of Han Guangjia, but after his two attacks were fruitless, the contempt in his heart disappeared without a trace.

Alixe's best martial artist is Sambo, which is also recognized as one of the strongest martial arts in the world.

In his life, Alikse has fought against the Americans, Western Europeans, Japanese Bens, and Khanates, and has also played Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu a few times.

I never knew what it was like to fail, but today I have a feeling that I can't use my strength to fight this Chinese person.

The opponent's defensive skills seem to be bland, on the contrary, there is a bit of a soft stance, but every time he attacks, it is like hitting cotton with nowhere to focus.

And the opponent's counterattack is sometimes like lightning, fierce and resting, like a raging storm, so that he can't guard against it, and sometimes it is unusually slow, seemingly weak, but it seems to have a suction force, so that he can't help but follow the opponent's rhythm, and he can't use his strength at all.

And what made him even more discouraged was that it had nothing to do with age, Alixai knew that even if he went back twenty years, he still had nothing to do with the Chinese young man in front of him.

Although the two sides did not decide the winner or loser, Alixai knew that if he and Han Guangjia fought, he would definitely lose.

The soldiers are all arrogant, although it is not a formal competition, but Alixe, who did not win, is still unhappy.

But when he arrived at the wine table, after finding that Han Guangjia and Yang Jianguo's alcohol consumption did not seem to be good, Alikse was in high spirits.

Wan Feng's guess was right, he was going to drink Han Guangjia and Yang Jianguo under the table to avenge the defeat of Han Guangjia.

According to his plan, as long as there are two or three more rounds, Han Guangjia and Yang Jianguo will have to fall.

Unfortunately, Alixe's plan was not destined to come true.