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9 p.m., Shunfeng street food stall.

"Come, come, come ... Let's have another cup!" Zhao Yu stood up and poured a big glass of beer for his father-in-law, Miao kun, then said,"I didn't expect that a guy who's used to drinking foreign wine like you could be so good at beer!"

"I haven't had beer in my hometown for a long time. I really miss it!" Miao kun said,"it's just like how I always go to Wenxi's to try the hotpot chicken every time I return to China!"

Zhao Yu raised his glass and clinked it with Miao kun 's."I think I've already apologized to you, right?" he asked.

"Oh, really? My memory isn't that good anymore!" Miao kun raised his glass and said,"I'm just curious. I broke your arm, but why are you fine?" Is it ... A bone shrinking technique or something?"

"Mm ..." Zhao Yu didn't need to think much when it came to lying, so he immediately explained,"when I was young, my joints always dislocated, so I'm used to it!"