Marriage is something that cannot be delayed.

Now Boss Wan is in the quilt at night, for fear of getting angry.

It’s really easy to get rid of it if you drag it on.

Wan Qian thought about not being in a hurry to get married, but she still had to put her engagement on the agenda.

After all, I have to make Ji Yun breathe a sigh of relief.

If your home doesn’t bloom, don’t bear fruit outside one day.

When I heard that Boss Wan felt relieved, the happiest person was undoubtedly Lao Jitou.

The third generation of the Ji family passed the whole line, but almost let Ji Yun die.

"I'm ready to celebrate the pig."

Lao Jitou's joy was beyond words, "Our family respects tradition and does not engage in foreigners' stupidity. The purpose is to eat and drink well."

"Can you kill pigs?"

Ji Yun's mother was full of questions and asked again: "Does there be pigs in our family?"

"I've been looking for a suburban farmhouse and just stuff some money."

"Do you really think it's like it?" Ji Yun's mother rolled her eyes, "Our wife is a celebrity. Can't this engagement banquet be laughed at?"

"I didn't say it was an engagement party."

Thinking of this, Lao Jitou was immediately discouraged.

Wan Qian covered her mouth and chuckled, looked at Old Jitou, and then looked at Ji Yun. The two of them were simply carved from the same mold.

As he is usually serious and intermittently stupid, he is just following the root.

"I think it's pretty good." Wan Qian squinted her eyes and showed a very interesting look.

Looking at her mother-in-law's questioning look, she added: "I have never seen a pig-killing banquet, I want to see what it looks like."

When Lao Jitou heard this, he suddenly felt excited, "You are just stubborn, they are so young."

"Bah! If you want to mess up this matter, I will hang you up and kill you."

......

"I think...why should we wait?"

Lao Jitou held a sharp knife in his hand, and looked at the two hundred pounds of sow that was hanging up and struggling constantly, and he was a little hesitant for a moment.

"You are planning to starve it to death, right?" Yun Ma hugged her arms, looking disgusted: "Can you kill me? I've been hanging for more than an hour and the pig's brain will be congested later."

"It's better to kill if you're congested." Lao Jitou pretended to be calm.

"Liu Che, you always hold a pig-killing banquet in your land. You should have experience, why don't you come."

Liu Che looked at the old couple with a hint of embarrassment on his face, "I just had a good meal, I haven't used it."

When Ji Yun and the others stuffed themselves into the house, he was embarrassed. He had never killed him before.

"Auntie, don't look at me, I've never killed me." Qiao Shan saw Ji Yun's mother's eyes on him, and quickly waved his hand and said, "I haven't taken this course when I was in school."

"You wait a little longer and don't make things difficult for the two children. Let me do some ideological work for it."

Lao Jitou was a cultural person after all, and after thinking for a while, he began to talk about Su Shi's.

"Clean wash the pot, with less water, the firewood head is soaked and the smoke cannot rise..."

When he heard him chanting poems, the pig struggled even harder.

Maybe it felt humiliated...

There are many farmhouses in the suburbs, but due to the special identities of Ji Yun and Wan Qian, they still find a place for acquaintances.

Teacher Yu’s courtyard is very suitable, with a large venue and a distance.

Besides, he has more experience in eating, so he took most of the job of the whole pig banquet.

A large table was set up in the courtyard, and in addition to Ji Yun and Wan Qian, there were also friends he was familiar with.

Huang Bo and Ning Hao and his wife, who just finished shooting in the no-man's land, and Wen Dong, who took a break from his busy schedule.

If Ji Yun was the one who killed the pig in the inner hall, they would have been shouting at the top of their throats, but the one who should have sharpened the knife inside was the old Ji head, so they could not speak.

"Xiaoyun can be regarded as seeing the blue sky through the clouds and mist."

Yu Qian looked at Ji Yun and Wan Qian, smiling with kindness. "When you first came to the backstage, I felt that you were married and really made me tell you."

"I'm going to make it happen." Wan Qian looked shy, but Ji Yun was full of pride.

"Cut! The toad can eat swan meat."

Ning Hao couldn't help but want to hurt Ji Yun when he looked at him with complacent appearance.

The way to praise a man is very simple. If he has children, he praises his children for being smart, and if he doesn’t have children, he praises his wife for being beautiful and elegant.

If there is no partner...

Then what are you praising? How happy is he to lose his old bachelor every day?

"It's all a toad, so don't laugh at anyone." Ji Yun retorted.

"The old man must not help with killing pigs."

The group of people were chatting and laughing, and Mr. Yu had to be concerned about the important things.

"It should be nothing. Besides, there are two Northeastern people who help me. No matter how bad Qiao Shan gets it, he can strangle it to death."

Old Ji was Confucius who was able to use a knife to be both literary and martial. He took out 30% of his strength to wield the belt when Ji Yun was a child, and he could make Yu Qian's zoo corpses everywhere.

"I thought that when we kill pigs in this place, we usually put them down. He hangs them up and kills them like this, and he will not be covered in blood if he stabs them in with one knife."

Yu Qian couldn't help but worry.

......

Lao Jitou hesitated in the inner hall for a while and gave up this job that was far from his profession.

"Why don't we come."

Seeing Lao Jitou recited the poem "Eating Pork" and still recited the soul-suming call, Liu Che suddenly felt a little restless.

Master, stop thinking.

Just a pig, you still expect it to experience the cultural influence over five thousand years before it dies.

"Oh well!"

Lao Jitou was so amnesty that after handing the knife to Liu Che, he followed his wife to the garden.

Seeing that the old couple had left, Liu Che and Qiao Shan immediately muttered.

"You're here?" Liu Che handed out the steel knife that was shining with embarrassment.

"Forget it, you'd better come on." Qiao Shan looked at the struggling sow with a hint of unbearableness in his eyes.

"Yes, why are we too anxious to fight each other?"

Liu Che said something sour, then he picked up the knife and gestured on the pig.

"Where should I stab you?"

"I heard it was a neck stab? There are also places where it was a major artery."

So troublesome?

Liu Che’s classic single thread, and the two things that can’t be done together with the use of knife and aiming.

He simply closed his eyes and put his heart in his arms, put the knife forward, and made a sound in his mouth: "I'll go to yours!"

Everyone outside the house had not realized the seriousness of the matter.

"Don't worry, our old man never does something that he is unsure..."

Either Ji Yun knew his father, he would really stop doing something that he was not sure about.

As soon as Ji Yun finished speaking, everyone heard a sharp hiss in the inner hall.

In an instant, there was silence on the dining table.

As soon as everyone picked up their ears, they heard another heavy "thump" sound, and the heavy object hit the ground.

"Damn!"

Uncle Qian's thoughts were heard, and he thought of what happened in the house in an instant.

As soon as I stood up, I felt a white shadow rushing out with a bang.

"Stop it!"

As soon as everyone turned around, they looked at the two "blood men" at the door and shouted at the top of their voices.
Chapter completed!