Chapter 107

Seeing that the bodyguards are retreating, song Fengya is relieved at the bottom of her heart. She hurried to Lu Xiaolai and asked with concern, "Xiaolai, are you ok?"

Lu Xiaolai shook his head and looked at Gu Wanliang.

Gu Wanliang seemed to feel her sight, raised his head to show a smile to her, and a bodyguard pushed the wheelchair to their side, just like what happened just now never happened.

"The light is on, the mobile phone has a signal, and the people outside should be almost scattered. Let's go to dinner." Gu Wanliang turned to Lu Xiaolai and said, "Xiaolai, I want to invite you to dinner, OK?"

Lu Xiaolai gave a brilliant smile: "good."

Song Fengya laughs and takes over the position of the bodyguard and pushes the wheelchair out. Lu Xiaolai and Gu canzhao walk side by side behind them, and two black suit bodyguards walk on both sides to protect their safety.

The Grand Theater is a long way away from the dining hall, but they are not in a hurry. They walk slowly on the golden osmanthus Avenue and enjoy the beautiful scenery in the garden. Students on the side of the road are casting eyes on them, but they are awed by the dignity of the bodyguards, and none of them dare to get close.

On the third floor of the dining hall, the most simple and luxurious private dining room, there are four pieces of tableware on the table, with seats on three sides.

They take the sightseeing elevator from the first floor to the third floor. Lu Xiaolai gives a hand to help song Fengya push the wheelchair.

The height of the square table is specially designed for Gu Wanliang. Song Fengya pushes the wheelchair to the side without a seat and sits down in the seat next to it. Gu canzhao sits opposite Gu Wanliang. Lu Xiaolai has no choice but to sit face to face with song Fengya in the middle of them.

Chefs in white hats serve appetizers with Cherry Radish and two-color kuju in cold tea. Both of them are sweet and sour, and the taste is cool and sour. Then there are appetizers, stir fry, soup pot

Lu Xiaolai originally thought it would be some high-end dishes. When the dishes were served one after another, he found that they were all home-made dishes, but the method was more exquisite, and the taste was endless. Especially the Mapo bean curd, the sauce is spicy, the bean curd is fresh and tender, and the meal is special.

Gu Wanliang saw that she had a piece of tofu and a mouthful of white rice. He couldn't help laughing.

Lu Xiaolai chewed a few times to swallow his meal, drank a mouthful of soup, and looked at Gu Wanliang next to him curiously: "what's the matter? What are you laughing at? "

"Do you like Mapo Tofu?"

"I think the tofu is very fresh! It's delicious

"This is canzhao's favorite dish."

Poof. Fortunately, there is no food in Lu Xiaolai's mouth, otherwise she might spray it out.

I can't see. This guy is quite grounded.

Lu Xiao came to see how he didn't eat Mapo Tofu, and pointed to the dish: "what you like, why don't you eat it?"

She's been pinching there all the time. Her arm blocked his chopsticks. How can he eat?

Gu canzhao snorted with disdain: "I don't like it."

Gu Wanliang raised his eyebrows in surprise: "when do you not like Mapo Tofu? I remember when you were a child, Wu Ma didn't let you eat spicy food, and you took a whole dish away and locked yourself in the room to eat by yourself. "

Gu canzhao's face remained unchanged: "I don't remember, there has never been such a thing."

"You were only three years old at that time, I remember."

"I'm 3 years old, you're 6 years old, and you're a little kid. What can you remember?"

"Wait for me to ask Wu Ma."

"Gu Wanliang, can you have a good meal?"

Caught in the middle, Lu Xiaolai looked to the left and then to the right, and swallowed a mouthful of rice in silence.