Golden Holy Water Hot Pot

Author: zzkkwwxx
Word count: 2090
I am from Sichuan, and I also live and work in Sichuan. In my spare time, I also asked S to be a TJ. The most exciting time for me was the outdoor humiliation in the same city! I won’t say much about the process of getting to know the female S, and go directly to the topic. After four o’clock in the afternoon, I met with my hostess at the Mo Hotel. I thought TJ would start here, but the host didn’t seem to have TJ’s intentions. Even if I knelt down, the host ignored me. I was leisurely watching TV. I didn’t dare to talk. Time passed very slowly, and my feet felt a little numb. After a while, the master finally spoke, (I was thinking, TJ started, I don’t know what kind of punishment the master will accept) Who knows the master said “Go, go out to eat hot pot!”. I looked at the master in surprise, but the master didn’t even look at me. He put on his coat, went to the bathroom, came out with his bag on his back, and said to me, “Still get up and go.” The words were light but irresistible, I hurriedly helped the bed to stand up, and to be honest I almost didn’t fall down. Follow the host out of the hotel.

We came to a relatively famous hot pot restaurant, and we basically didn’t speak a word along the way. I didn’t feel low. What exactly does the owner want to do? Finding a seat for four by the window and sitting facing each other, the host began to order. So I looked around, and (mainly because I was afraid of acquaintances) I found that there were quite a few people, but luckily I didn’t see any familiar faces. At this time, the host also asked me after ordering, what do I drink? Before I could think about it, the master had already opened his mouth (I guess the master had already thought about it) “Forget it, you have a drink, I brought you a bottle of beer!” While talking, I took out a bottle of crystal grape drink from my bag, and I didn’t say anything. The dishes started to be served, and the host said, “Pour the drink. Let’s have a drink.” I obediently poured the grape water into the glass. The host laughed badly and said, “Come on, let’s have a drink.” From the afternoon until now, I was full of doubts and didn’t know what the host was going to do, so I had to pick up the cup and clink glasses with the host. When I put the cup to my mouth and took the first sip, I almost didn’t spit it out. It turned out to be the holy water of the host. The owner smiled and said, “What? Can’t you drink it?” I finally understood in my heart that TJ will start from now on. It’s just this way, I didn’t even dare to think about it, but it has reached this point, and there is no way out. I drank the holy water in one gulp, not daring to show any abnormality on my face, this is a public place after all. The host was drinking beer and heating the hot pot, and asked me, “Do you like this way?” I was a little excited and said, “I like it, I like it so much, thank you host!