"Add it."

"I'll buy it."

"Don't you let me go?"

"I'll go and rest assured, I'll keep an eye on the boss."

"Then let's go and eat together."

"I... OK."

The person leaning against the door frame is laughing, the person in the mirror is laughing, and the person standing in front of the mirror is still laughing.

He nodded happily and raised his head. Xiao Wen opened his lipstick, gently wiped it twice, and then slowly applied it with his fingers. His lips were slightly bright red, reflecting in the mirror, which was even more eye-catching.

The man leaning against the door frame and smiling couldn't help but walk over, holding the beauty in front of the mirror with both hands, and whispered: "Madam."

"Does it look good?"

Xiao Wen raised his head slightly and asked softly.

“It’s always beautiful.”

I lowered my head and kissed me gently, and I could forget any worries.

This is the life I have been chasing, at least, the life I have been chasing in the past.

Wang Jiao thought so, Xiao Wen thought so.

After a while, the two of them held each other's arms, and neither asked Peng Yanran why she hadn't gotten up, but just wandered around Zhuque Street casually.

The grapefruit trees on the street are very lush, and there are many corridors under the trees. Walking on this familiar and unfamiliar street, the mansion behind them is actually my own.

This feeling is really wonderful.

"I heard that the Zhuque Street in Chang'an is more than ten times larger than here."

“The Zhuque Street in big cities is big.”

The two of them walked like this. It was almost noon, but they just walked out of the feeling of walking in the early morning.

The place to eat rice noodles is not far away. When you come out of the mansion, you will be in a few dozen meters north.

It is a teahouse that opens from morning to night.

The boss’s surname is Xian, so there is no need to think that his ancestors must belong to the “Four Major Leagues of the South China Sea”. But now I don’t know if there are still five servings with my family.

Wang Jiao was not interested in this. Anyway, in the experience of killing Longgang, the "Four Major Families" seemed to have no existence at all and had no sense of existence.

However, when you go deep into society, you will find that the "four major families" are everywhere.

Even the front desk leader of the Shaxian Hotel can have the surname Du, let alone the owner of a teahouse named Xian?

"Boss! Are there any rice noodles?"

"Wow! The head-headed man is willing to come, there is no one!"

The boss is in the store for many years. He is fifty years old and has a thin figure but is quite energetic. When he saw Wang Jiao coming out with his wife, the cigarette he had originally held in his mouth was also placed on the ashtray.

"A Biao!A Biao"

"Eat a cigarette, guy..."

When the complaint came, the boss immediately shouted, "Cough... Well, the cheesy man wants to eat rice noodles, and ask your apprentice to do things!"

"Checked man?! Received!"

In the visible kitchen, the guys were busy. The young guys opened the steamer again, poured noodle soup into the steaming plate, and quickly knocked on the eggs. The yolks were bright red, which made them look very appetizing.

Sprinkle various ingredients, and when Wang Jiao took Xiao Wen to sit down, the garlic and soy sauce water had already been poured. Soon, the waiter from the house brought two portions of rice noodles.

Steaming and crystal clear.

Xiao Wen likes to eat more garlic-rich water, and then pours chili sauce by himself. The guys' faces are shaking, and the diners are ruining their hard work.

But there is no way, what can they say about the noble lady’s taste?

I had to complain silently between the stove.

Wang Jiao was much more casual. He sucked a plate of rice noodles in just a few bites. He actually ate it early, so he simply treated it as lunch. So he waved his hand and shouted: "Boss!"

"I'm just a portion of Nanchang Clay Pot Soup, don't worry, you'll be here soon!"

Damn?!

You said that such a store would not come?!

That must be done!

"Abiao, cut a portion of roast goose!"

"receive!"

The vegetable-cutter A Biao put on his sleeves, hat, and gloves. He picked up a half-month kitchen knife and chopped off a shiny roast goose with a hard knife.

What is not cut, does not exist.

Just chop.

The sound is loud and the scene is tempting.

Soon, a steaming pot soup, a roast goose, a stack of cold cucumber and jellyfish shredded with spicy oyster meat, and a steamed rice cake with red dates. This is all the time.

Wang Jiao’s lunch is often like this, with all the calories, carbohydrates and sugars exploded, and a little bit of gout package...

There is no way. I did things before, but it was really too much use of my brain and exhausted my energy. It was normal for me to eat a little more.

Xiao Wen knew Wang Jiao’s appetite, and he was about to say that he had just eaten rice noodles, so why did he eat so much again?

Suddenly I remembered that it was almost noon, and I suddenly felt happy and lowered my head to continue eating rice noodles slowly.

How could she not understand? She said that she would eat together before, but Wang Jiao had already eaten it.

“Is roast goose delicious?”

"Eat one piece."

Looking at the oily roast goose, Xiao Wen wanted it but didn't want it, but saw Wang Jiao skillfully removing a layer of skin from outside, and then said, "Although the skin is more delicious, I'll forget it."

A piece of goose meat with neat knife edges was placed on Xiao Wen's dining plate.

After taking a light bite, Xiao Wen liked the wonderful aroma of sauce very much. She actually always liked meat.

Never get tired of eating.

It is different from Xiao Wen's slowness. Wang Jiaofeng swept the clouds and swallowed it in three or two bites. A pile of things was stuffed directly into his mouth, and finally a piece of clay pot soup was left, which made him taste it with a delicious taste.

His clay pot soup was always kept until the end.

There is a tube bone inside and a few lotus roots.

The lotus root can be powdery or crispy, it depends entirely on the needs of diners. Wang Jiao likes to eat powdered lotus root. The sweet and glutinous ones really make people unable to stop.

The bone marrow in the tube bone is extremely delicious.

However, he gave the last delicacy to Xiao Wen.

“Try it.”

"Would it be too oily?"

"Mr. Fang Er, friendly and recommended the delicious food for more than two hundred years..."

laugh.

He covered his mouth and chuckled, and then Xiao Wen picked up the tube bone. After taking a sip, his eyes suddenly lit up.
Chapter completed!