Chapter 175 Whose little princess are you?
Nan Jiaojiao took a big bite of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and avoided looking away, "It's so delicious."
Bo Yanqing chuckled: " You're so heartless!"
The voice was low, as if it was coming from between the teeth. After finishing speaking, Bo Yanqing took a sip of tea and felt relieved.
“This house is so beautiful.” Nan Jiaojiao was speechless.
Even changing the topic is so unfamiliar.
Bo Yanqing did not expose it and followed her words: "The boss's ancestor was an imperial chef. This skill is passed down from generation to generation. Brother Hao also made a name for himself when he was young. After a while, I took my wife back to my hometown and opened a private restaurant here. Many people who come here know the rules and never make noise. "
This is why the diners are so quality. reason.
In this environment, it can really purify the soul.
Nan Jiaojiao's eyes lit up, "Royal chef, isn't that the treatment of a princess?"
"Whose little princess are you?"
Bo Yanqing stared at her for a moment, with a pair of dark eyes that couldn't be turned away. Nan Jiaojiao didn't respond, so he sighed angrily: "That's right. My little ancestor.”
Nan Jiaojiao shrank her neck and said nothing.
She finally saw that he had a lot of resentment, so it was best not to provoke him.
After a while, the landlady came up with a pot of milk tea, chatted for a while and then went to the kitchen to get busy.
Bo Yanqing poured a cup of milk tea and placed it in front of Nan Jiaojiao, "Try it, Aunt Zhan's milk tea is one of a kind."
"Really?" She took a sip and hummed with satisfaction, "Then can I come often in the future?"
"If you can't come, I have to bring you with you."
"Do you have to have a clean face to eat here?"
Bo Yanqing nodded, "Yes, you have to brush mine."
"It's okay to brush yours, as long as you give me milk tea to drink." His eyebrows relaxed. Yes, he has a bit of conscience, but not much. People can bring him in just for a sip of milk tea.
Very good, very good.
Bo Yanqing's hand holding the teacup tightened again and again, and if he applied more force, several pieces would break out of his hand.
Nan Jiaojiao didn't notice at all. She was drinking milk tea and playing with her mobile phone. The mobile phone was placed on the table, and her fingers were poking at the screen quickly.
She refilled several glasses for herself until Bo Yanqing pressed her hand.
"You are not allowed to drink. I am afraid that I will be so troubled that I can't sleep in the middle of the night."
"I won't fall asleep if I can't. Young people are already full of energy." Nan Jiaojiao blurted out.
This young man's words really stung Bo Yanqing.
He is old, right?
Bo Yanqing patted her hand, took the milk tea away, and said in a lower voice: "I can also do something else to help you sleep."
Nan Jiaojiao's face felt hot, and she leaned back in her chair silently. Stay away from him.
When he wasn't paying attention, he reached for it secretly and poured himself a glass. He was afraid that he would snatch it. After pouring it, he held it in his hand and drank it in one breath.
Bo Yanqing shook her head helplessly and did not stop her. He lit a cigarette and leaned sideways on the chair, looking at Nan Jiaojiao's lowered eyebrows. Under the wooden round window, she looked like a picture. The thin eyebrows were slightly raised, and the bookish spirit in his bones was revealed.
Bo Yanqing felt as if he had been scratched by a claw.
He took a puff of cigarette and raised the corners of his lips slightly.
The landlady and the boss served the dishes together, and the table was filled with stewed duck soup, spicy fish with two feet, roast duck in the hanging oven, minced tofu, abalone rice...
Nan Only then did Jiaojiao meet her boss Zhan Hao. He talked happily and was polite and gentlemanly. When he left, he let his wife walk beside him and patted her hands on the apron before taking Aunt Zhan's hand.
(End of this chapter)