The little creditor turned his head to look at him, his mouth was stuffed with food, his cheeks were bulging like white-faced steamed buns, his eyes were rolling around like white steamed buns, and he was very flexible, and when he saw him staring at him with burning eyes, he reluctantly stretched out his little hand.

"Hmm!" Lu Shuai looked down and saw a white pear like a dog gnawing, which was full of Xibao's imprints, with a piece of skin on the left and a piece on the right.

Xibao swallowed the pear meat in his mouth and looked at Lu Shuai with a blank look,

"Don't eat?" If you don't eat it, he will take it back, his big eyes blinked, and his little hand quickly retracted, for fear that Lu Shuai would regret it, his head also turned back, and he specially said to the old chief: "Grandpa, don't eat, baby eat." "It's not that he won't give it!

"Well, Grandpa Lu doesn't eat it, you eat it yourself." Xibao buried his head and continued to gnaw, gnawing until the juice splashed everywhere on his bib.

Lu Shuai looked at it interestingly, and the big Malaysian golden knife sat opposite him,

"Hey, little fat man, is it delicious?" Little fat man is not a good word! Xibao, who was sitting on the small bench, turned around at a very fast speed, turned his back to him, and ignored him.

The old chief and Wang Xinsheng laughed. When Lu Shuai asked about Lu Zhiyuan, the old chief told him all the causes and consequences, and took Lu Zhiyuan's reply to him and the cadres who arrived one after another to take a closer look, and their first feeling was that it was a good word!

The lines are flowing smoothly, and the words are full of sincerity.

"Yes, a good word, the word is like its person, sparse atmosphere, open-minded." The old chief said.

"If you really follow the old chief's meaning, our country owes Comrade Lu a lot."

"After many years of anti-Japanese war, it is really not easy to find a creditor." Lu Shuai was more anxious,

"Are the soybeans fried?"

"It's fried, it's fried." Secretary Tang brought the hot fried soybeans, and the other staff members brought the fried peanuts and meals one by one, put them on the table, and invited everyone to take a seat.

The staff who took pictures stood in the corner and took pictures of them, which is the meaning of the Propaganda Department. Before getting off the chopsticks, the old chief sighed: "I hope that there will be no hunger in the prosperous world!" ”

"Yes, I wish there would be no hunger in the prosperous world!" The crowd echoed, and their voices were very loud. Lu Shuai raised his glass and touched it with General Xu,

"Come, let's have a drink, you can taste the Moutai I brought!"

"Good!" As soon as he talked about wine, General Xu's eyebrows fluttered, and he touched the wine glass with Lu Shuai. Xibao stood at the table, seeing that several people were clinking glasses, the little fat hand suddenly picked up the wine glass in front of him, the wine glass was poured with sugar water, raised it and touched the bottom of the old chief's cup, and stumbled: "Come, let's ...... Brothers...... Touch...... Touch a glass! Everyone was stunned for a moment, and immediately leaned back and fell back with laughter.

The old chief also laughed,

"Good boy, I have lowered my grandfather's rank to the same level as you! Come, grandpa gives you this face, let's have a drink! Sure enough, I clinked glasses with Xibao very seriously, and I didn't feel angry at all because of Xibao's fairy tales.

The camera crew filmed the scene in front of them smoothly. Lu Shuai said: "Come on, come on, take a picture of me and Lu Dabao!" As he spoke, the cup touched Xibao's.

With Xibao here, the hall was full of laughter, and everyone couldn't help but tease him, which caused Wang Xinsheng to feel that he was particularly popular recently, either someone came to his house as a guest, or invited him to his house for dinner, however, they would all add a sentence when invited: "Don't forget to bring Xibao!" ”