Sing a paragraph.

He also carried a rolling pin and chopping board for chopping meat and vegetables.

You are cooking.

Or depends on people cooking?

I didn't listen to the opera with a rolling pin and chopping board.

The key is to sing an opera for the Japanese.

What is this behavior?

This is the act of a traitor.

How could a dignified Anqiu man do these evil things?

Especially the people in our Dingxiang Building, no matter they are friends, chefs, or shopkeepers, can be regarded as traitors.

Sun Youfu was angry at that time and was about to use this righteous word to reject the unreasonable request of the dog traitor to ask Yang Baolu to sing a passage to them.

Why?

Just because you are a dog traitor.

I sir.

I ignore you.

"Ahao, it's not that I said you, how could you agree to such a request? I even ran out to find Baolu. Baolu is just a chef. You can ask him to cook, but it's not difficult for him to sing opera. I, a senior brother, have worked with him for more than 30 years. I know exactly whether he will sing opera."

What should come will not come.

What shouldn't come, but it must come.

Yang Baolu appeared in the hall stepping on the beat, and shouted like this.

"Who said it? Who said I can't sing opera?"

Sun Youfu was sitting on wax at that time, opened his mouth and was about to say something when he heard Yang Baolu raise his voice.

"I just learned a few words from Daming not long ago."

vigorously?

Wang Dali?

Sun Youfu looked at Wang Dali, who was drinking at the same table with Boss Gu in the corner, and his heart suddenly sank.

Bad food.

You really want to come whatever you are afraid of.

He also heard that Wang Dali knew a few lyrics about 8 deer, but he couldn't bear to see these two lyrics that Yang Baolu learned.

There is nothing to sing on weekdays.

All around you are my own people.

But now this occasion is really inappropriate.

There are all kinds of people. There are dog traitor Jia Gui and gold labels in the private room, and there are also Japanese devils. If you sing them out in public, wouldn’t you hit the gun of the Japanese devils?

Sun Youfu reminded Wang Dali, "Dali."

It would be fine if you don't call it.

This call made Wang Dali interested. After two taels of white wine, Wang Dali, who didn't know what his name was, put the empty wine glass on the table, "I listened to a few lyrics from other places, and said it to Baolu."

Yang Baolu was really good at talking, and touched his upper lip and said, "I learned it after listening to it. I sing it to everyone."

Sun Youfu left his body with one soul, and the two souls ascended to heaven, rushed towards Yang Baolu with a stairs. He wanted to pull Yang Baolu to the kitchen to save trouble, and at the same time warned Yang Baolu with words that the trouble would come out, shut up.

"Baolu, give it to me."

I just said the word "I", but before I could tell the warning words behind them, Sun Youfu and Yang Baolu's master's wife, that is, Old Lady Qi.

This old lady Qi, who was nicknamed the Queen of Konger by countless book friends, appeared on the beat, just like Yang Baolu before, and even followed Sun Youfu's words in a daze.

"Blessed, you have a stomachache."

"Master's wife." Yang Baolu shouted.

Not only did Mrs. Qi's ears not work well, but her eyes were not very useful. She habitually recognized the wrong person and mistakenly regarded Yang Baolu as Sun Youfu.

"I'm blessed. Why are you still fat if you haven't seen each other for a few days?"

"Master's wife, I'm Baolu."

"You're going to run away?"

"Master's wife, I'm not going to run away, I'm Baolu."

"You not only have to run away, but also enter the palace. How can this work? I remember when the Eight-Nation Alliance entered Peking, my old lady was the only one who took the initiative."

"I can't say anything." Yang Baolu was helpless.

"Can't live?" said Old Mrs. Qi: "How old are you? Just seeking death. We must live well."

Sun Youyou was happy and could not find Bei anymore.

The appearance of Mrs. Qi not only did not add fuel to the fire, but also interrupted Yang Baolu's self-death behavior in time like a timely rain, which saved the lives of several of them in Dingxianglou.

Yang Baolu didn't have to sing those lyrics anymore, so the Japanese and dog traitors had no choice but to do anything to them.

The master's wife is really strong.

Sun Youfu smiled and gave the old lady Qi a thumbs up, "Master's wife, you are so majestic that you are still as powerful as you back then."

"I remember when the Eight-Nation Alliance came to Peking back then, my old lady was not afraid." Old lady Qi, who said verbally, looked at Sun Youfu, looked up and down a few times, "Baolu, why have you lost weight?"

Let's talk.

He raised his voice and concentrated the fire toward Sun Youfu.

"Blessed, blessed, how can you be your senior brother? Look, take a look, how have you hungry your junior brother Baolu?"

"Master's wife, I am blessed."

"I am Baolu."

Sun Youfu and Yang Baolu each proved themselves, which also gave Yang Baolu the opportunity to sing, and the song sounded like thunder.

The lyrics are still so bold.

"The big sword cuts the Japanese on the heads, and the big sword cuts the Japanese on the heads."

"The sky in the liberated area is clear, and the sky in the liberated area is clear."

After two lines of lyrics, Yang Baolu roars from the heart.

"I fuck the eight generations of the Japanese ancestors."

"Baolu, there is no third sentence, just the first two sentences, one big knife slashes at the Japanese, and one clear sky." Wang Dali kindly corrected Yang Baolu's wrong singing style.

It's all this time.

Also, correct your mood and sing more and less.

After Yang Baolu sang these two lyrics, Sun Youfu became soft and sat on the ground weakly.

This is a bad thing.

Something big happened.

Sun Youfu was so scared that he sat on the ground. Yang Baolu's lyrics accounted for only half of them, and half of them were that while Sun Youfu looked back, he accidentally saw three human heads poking out of the crack in the door of the private room.

The bottom is Jia Gui's head.

The little Japanese in the middle of the book is the head of the second son.

The top is the chubby gold-marked head.

Three heads poked out from the crack in the door, staring at Yang Baolu intently, and listening attentively to the lyrics of Yang Baolu's rap.

See this scene.

Sun Youfu is going to wet his pants.

In front of the Japanese, singing this song from the Eighth Route Army in Anqiu City occupied by the Japanese was not a problem.

Baolu, Baolu.

You have caused our Dingxianglou to be miserable.

Sun Youfu, with a sad expression on his face, secretly begged for love to God in his heart, hoping that the Japanese devil would not understand Chinese. If he really understood Chinese like Hei Teng Guisan, Dingxianglou would definitely be in trouble. He would probably go to the Japanese devil's military police.

The Japanese military police force is where people go.

That is a life-threatening Hall of Yama.

There is no way.

Sun Youfu could only pin his hopes on the Japanese who didn't understand what Baolu sang.
Chapter completed!