If there are no women, no matter how dirty the meal is, it will be a "vegetarian meal".
A few old men drank together and ate their hearts out. Tired, they leaned on the back of the chair. The dullness and emptiness after drinking were written on their faces. Bragging seemed redundant. People talk about youthful friendship, national affairs, stock market turmoil, overthrown high-ranking officials, the reality obscured by the news network... The words are dry and not moist at all. After listening to the voice for a long time, it is like rubbing the bottom of a bowl with an iron spoon repeatedly.
With the girl, specifically with the flower of the dinner, the dinner becomes complete. The men sitting around the dinner table try to figure out their own secrets, try to figure out the tone of their words, there are casual flattery and... Ingratiating, with just the right amount of teasing, a smooth woman is a leaking colander, leaking sweet juices that stir an amorous night.
A few days ago, I invited a group of gourmets to a gathering in Beijing. These people come from all over the world. They are all middle-aged men. Everyone is full of knowledge. No matter how good the food is, for this group of people It was a common meal at home, so I secretly added a dish and called a girl named Lulu. She was a beauty who graduated from Chinese drama. She was from Wuhan, Hubei. She had big breasts, brains, and curvy figures. She was a stunner.
A thousand kinds of delicacies are not as good as two pounds of breast, let alone one weighing more than two pounds. A pair of huge breasts are rippling on the dining table. The girl can joke and pick up the conversation. She can also make money from the bottom of the sea if someone chats to death. She has the courage to laugh at herself and speaks impeccably. She drinks and chats when she should, and her laughter is just right at the same time. He is not overly proficient, and his words and deeds are a bit green and amateurish, just like he looks fleshless but feels fleshy, just right and the most difficult to breathe.
That meal was like running water from a high mountain, like three windings around a tree, like big and small beads falling on a jade plate, like hot spring water washing away the gelatin, like a bitter and short spring night and the rising sun, like a pear blossom pressing down on a begonia. .
There was a big boss in the investment circle that day. The girl left the table. The big boss looked at the girl’s swaying back affectionately. I asked the big boss: What do you think of this girl?
The boss felt lost, pondered for a long time, and slowly said two words between his lips: Fuck.
This is a typical Chinese-style dinner party, where all the good and bad come together, the jokesters, the jokesters, the brokers, the beauties and the beasts all gather here. Vases are indispensable here, but of course they cannot be everywhere, otherwise it will be a mess. She doesn't have to be beautiful, but she must be well-rounded and know how to measure. Men always like a virgin who is a little bit wild, or a reserved slut.
A woman sat around us, controlling the direction of the meal and the amount and frequency of drinks. My daily meals are filled with the flowers of the meal. They are all well-rounded, good at drinking, and articulate. When a group of people go out to eat, wherever they go becomes the main venue. We men look at our women with satisfaction. When I walked out of the hall, chatting, laughing, and drinking with the strange men sitting there, I felt quite like an instructor looking at the brave and capable female soldiers under his command.
They are charming but not worldly. They are well versed in this but not obsessed with it. The more they are like this, the more they can confuse others.
The master here is Daxian, a Beijing writer, beer believer, former sports reporter, and poet. He has eight exquisite sisters. I formed a WeChat group and dragged me into it. I said this seemed like your harem. Daxian later thought thoughtfully and said, "It seems that it really means something like that."
Once in a craft beer bar, Daxian organized a sister bureau. The eldest sister, the second sister, the third sister, the fourth sister, the fifth sister, the sixth sister, the seventh sister and the eighth sister gathered together. They were all fat and thin, and they were all wonderful. They called each other sisters, drank and joked with each other, and welcomed everyone who came. The great immortal smiled and sat next to them, with a bit of "from now on the king will not come to court early" attitude.
Different girls are like different dishes. Lulu is like the toro on the upper abdomen of bluefin tuna. She is born brave and bright without any makeup. She has become the mascot on our dinner table. Fight in the north and south, and be proud of the world. Later, she got a boyfriend, and these drinking partners suddenly became a little depressed.
Daxian’s eldest sister is now living in Belgium. It is the soup stock in braised shark fin. It has been polished over time and has an authentic taste and high-end sexy.
Some girls mix salads with fresh ingredients, without fireworks, with a little sweetness, a little salt, a little soy sauce and vinegar, which is refreshing and has some mustard flavor.
Some are a beautiful young woman, like a piece of dessert after a meal, just like tiramisu. Dessert is always the distracted part of a meal, the postscript of a book, and the extra beauty often makes people miss it. People are dizzy.
I am sitting around a group of brave and capable girls, like a piece of braised pork slowly simmered over a low fire, burning with the desire for beauty, and tormented with the fire of grace and grace, revealing a fat sheen.
The flower of a meal that I am passionate about should be a vegetarian soup. It never dominates the meal, but has just the right tenderness. After drinking too much, drinking a small bowl is just comfort.
She is smart, but she does not rely on her intelligence;
She is coquettish, but only the corners of her eyes and eyebrows are slightly exposed;
She can be silent, but she will never be noisy. A woman who speaks in an airtight manner is really a nightmare;
She drinks, but she is not drunk. A drunk woman is not sexy at all;
She may not be beautiful, but You must be wise, a beautiful vase is far from the flower of the dinner;
She needs to be a little frivolous, a little pink color, just like a handful of petals sprinkled into the soup.
If I were asked to grab something out of thin air, I would choose some pretty creatures to attend my dinner. I plan to take Madonna as my companion. Our influential lady is over fifty years old. I hope to pick out a certain afternoon in the autumn when she was 26 years old and ask her to come to our dinner table at that moment.
Then I need a literary girl, preferably thin, sitting silently next to me smoking, and occasionally saying some boring words, such as Zhang Ailing during the Republic of China. I need to choose a period when she was 20 years old. I have never been in love, and I have never met Hu Lancheng. As soon as she left the girl, she came to our dining table and watched us eat, like a spectator.
I always like smart women, but I don’t dare to feel blasphemous. The kind of woman who “can’t figure it out” is the flower of a dinner party. Nowadays, at the dinner table of young literary and artistic people, there are ladies who know this very well. They flutter their feathers and dress themselves up as swans. I wear a down jacket and sit around them and dare not speak loudly, for fear that they will eat me. Toad meat.
Give me another place for a woman. I will leave this person to Dong Xiaowan, who is a bit Jiangnan, a bit lingering, and really is a beautiful cloud. She is also an excellent cook. Once everyone has finished drinking, Dong Xiaowan will secretly run to the kitchen and quietly bring out tea snacks and vegetarian soups.