As the words gradually fell, Fan Yushu turned his head and looked around with a look of disbelief on his face, as if he still couldn't believe that he could come here to eat tonight:

"I didn't expect Xia Chongzhai to be here, in the dilapidated alley next to Wutong Street... No wonder, who would have thought that there is a small restaurant under the flag in this dilapidated alley, it is probably that this place has become the Dongcheng.

It’s a nail, it’s still the hardest one, and maybe only Youlan Mansion knows about it.”

Fan Yushu couldn't help but exclaimed: "Ziyu, my sister and I's meal is... so amazing. How did you find this place? The most important thing is that my sister and I can still come in to cook. Those people just found it with great difficulty."

This rumored place was directly turned away by the shopkeeper..."

Zhao Rong listened quietly for a while, and when he heard his friend's emotion, he sighed inwardly and felt helpless.

Madam, you are too fierce, can't we keep a low profile? Or did you find this place accidentally? What is the fate of the girl of destiny?

At this time, Zhao Rong held his chin and lowered his eyes in silence for a moment.

He nodded and looked at his friend who was getting excited. "I just saw it. There are several groups of people outside who want to come in. So...is there anything good here? Or...inheritance adventures or something like that."

Zhao Rong paused, tapped the table with two fingers, and said with a smile:

"You can't... just admire shopkeeper Zhao's charisma and come to chat with him, right?"

"Hehe...hehe..." Zhao Rong smiled, and then his smile gradually disappeared.

He became expressionless.

Because the expression on the face of the friend in front of me didn’t change much. So it couldn’t be...

"In a sense...it seems that I really came to chat with him."

Fan Yushu muttered, thought for a while, and nodded again:

"Well, I'll ask for a drink by the way."

"..."

"..."

The young Confucian scholar turned his head and silently glanced at the bearded man behind the counter not far away, whose mouth looked as if it had been smeared with honey.

I saw his arrogant voice faintly heard:

"His grandma's legs are dripping, one cup! You can only pour one fucking cup! Little girl, your trick of coquettishness and pity, sir, I have a sharp eye, I would have seen through it a long time ago. If I weren't afraid of Ice Lady being angry tonight,

, I have to give you a couple of sentences..."

"…………"
Chapter completed!