Chapter 97

The old man's eyes flashed with light, and then he held a kind of opera attitude and slightly squinted at the picture in front of him. He really didn't expect that Qianwei, a little girl, would have such good skills. He worried about whether Qianwei would encounter danger when she went back late at night every night.

Standing on one side of the blonde youth is the hands of snatch in his arms, also began to look at the eyes of the oriental girl.

For a moment, one old and one young just sat, one stood and quietly looked at the scene on the other side of the room. Their looks were surprisingly similar, and their eyes fell on the girl's body.

The brown haired boy waved his crutches and attacked the girl fiercely. The wind broke the air. The girl's green eyes flashed. She threw the bowl in her arms into the air with her hands. She leaned back flexibly. Her slender legs hit the knee of the brown haired boy, making the brown haired boy's action dull for a moment, just for a moment, Thousand tail then glides down from the brown haired boy's open legs for a flash.

The brown haired boy was surprised. He didn't seem to expect that the girl's skill would be so quick and ghostly. He turned back to prevent the girl from sneaking attack. But just as he turned back, he was heavily kicked in the chest. Suddenly, he flew out and collapsed on the ground. He couldn't get up for half a day.

Everything happened in a moment. If not for the young and old people watching the play from the beginning to the end, I'm afraid they would not see the ghost action of the girl.

Seeing that the brown haired boy was kicked to the corner and couldn't get up, the old and young at the table looked at each other. They both knew the skill of the brown haired boy, but now they didn't even have the strength to stand up. We can imagine how terrible the strength of the girl was.

After estimating the time, Qianwei caught the bowl falling from the air, took a deep breath of the flavor of the food, turned and walked to the table, put the bowl on the table carefully, "grandfather Angola, this is a night that people have worked on. Oh, I'm sure the whole Chinatown can't make such delicious things!"

Surprised to take back her eyes, Angela looked at the little girl in front of her again. Mistakes, mistakes, he never lost his eyes in his life, and he was defeated by the little girl in front of her! If it wasn't for this scene tonight, I'm afraid he didn't know that a thousand little girls had such skills. No wonder little girls dare to travel alone. Sure enough, it's been too long since I left that seat, so even minruili has retreated?!

During Qianwei's conversation, Angela had already been immersed in the aroma of food. Although she was full, she couldn't help swallowing. what is it? Hot pot

"It's spicy hot. It's the most original taste. It's the predecessor of hotpot. They went to other people's kitchens to process it." When I think back to my own processing, all the chefs around me, smelling the fragrance, came to ask questions, and Qianwei was very proud.

"Mmm. Delicious." she raised a stick in the bowl and ate the meat on it. Angela looked at the food like hotpot, not hotpot, like barbecue kebab, not barbecue kebab. She couldn't stop talking. She was the old man who said she was full and couldn't eat.

"Yes, yes." Thousand tail also eat is not happy, only nodded and agreed.

Looking at the two people who were eating happily in front of him, the blonde boy couldn't help but put his face together and sniffed the aroma of the food. He took out a meat stick from the bowl and ate it. Almost for a moment, his white face was covered with a layer of blush, and his forehead began to sweat. "What's so spicy?"

"You son of a bitch, don't waste anything if you can't eat it." Seeing the blonde boy staring at the meat stick in his hand, Angela couldn't help grabbing the meat stick from the blonde boy's hand. She didn't forget to slap the boy on the forehead. "Don't you dare to take it before I finish eating it, where's your filial piety?"

"How dare you beat me? Be careful you can't get out of the door The forehead was suddenly hit, and the meat kebab in hand was robbed again. The blonde boy's face was about to get angry.

Listening to the familiar shouts and curses, Qianwei, who is eating a midnight snack, has a momentary absence. Then he looks up at the blonde boy who is standing at the table and yelling at the old man, but is reluctant to do it.

The young blonde has a pure American appearance. His golden hair is soft and clean, without too much fancy and perm dyeing, so it naturally appears in front of people. Young age should not be big, fit casual clothes make young look very sunny, looking at less mature than their face, thousand tail estimated each other's age is similar to their own.

The boy is very beautiful. His tall facial features are enough to attract people's attention. But the man's eyes are still frightening sea blue. His long eyelashes make people can't help but be attracted every time. Qianwei can't help thinking of the Yin family, but the man is more charming and deep, and there are still some angels in front of him.

"What are you looking at? My young master is very beautiful?" Aware that Qianwei's sight has been staying on him, the blonde boy suddenly stops his verbal attack on the old man and looks at Qianwei's eyes with a sullen face. Since he was a child, most people praised him for his beauty, but on the contrary, he hated it, because every time he met people, powerful men would look down on him and always thought that he was supported by his family or by his "bed relationship" today! So he hated those "obsessed" eyes!

"Yes." He nodded his head and acknowledged that Qian Wei didn't mean to appreciate the young man in front of him, but he noticed that the old man around him wanted to run away with a bowl in his arms.

"You say my young master is very beautiful?" Hearing the words, the golden haired boy felt the storm brewing in his blue eyes. He put his face close to a thousand tails and burst out word by word between his teeth.

Looking at the golden youth with transient expression, Qian Wei subconsciously looks at the elderly Angela beside him. He doesn't understand why the youth is so changeable.

Seeing the girl staring at herself in a daze, Angela blinked her eyes and motioned her to leave. His neurotic grandson hated people saying that he was beautiful. Almost all the people who were punished for this sentence, men and women, never appeared in front of him again. It can be said that this neurotic grandson is crazy, even his grandfather is not able to control.

Seeing the old man winking at himself, he raised his eyebrows and gave the old man a smile. He seemed very grateful for the old man's tips.

When Angela was ready to continue eating the food in the bowl, her ears suddenly heard the girl's clear and sweet voice.

"Yes, it's very beautiful," thousand tail looked up at the table, a sulky young man with a smile on his mouth, serious and incomparable.. It's just that the mood changes too fast. If you don't know someone, you think you're a girl. "

"Kuang ~ ~"

The bowl that the old man held in his arms was broken on the ground without warning, but the old man had no time to take care of it. Instead, he looked at Qianwei with shocked eyes, and forgot to wipe his white beard with spicy oil.