Chapter 833 Where is the boy named Bo
Mr. Lu raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't dare to sit in your seat, otherwise I will have to worry about you."
Nan Jiaojiao knew he was joking. , "No, you can just sit here and chat with grandpa. I'll get some food."
Nan Lao was unhappy, "Why are you giving up your seat to him? Let him go when the gift is delivered." , let Xiao Qiu get what you want to eat, the ice is slippery, don’t wander around.”
“It’s okay, I’ll come as soon as I can.”
Nan Jiaojiao coaxed her a bit, and Mr. Nan was particularly helpful, but she still didn't trust her to go alone and asked the two servants to follow her.
Nan Jiaojiao probably knew where the food at home was. She also went to the kitchen to order some braised food. She couldn't get it herself, so she asked someone for help and brought a small table over.
Nan Jiaojiao put everything she wanted to eat on the screen and slowly smoked it on the small stove. She sat at the table and peeled the braised peanuts. She didn't eat it herself first, but peeled a plate. Place it on the short table between the two old men.
"Is there still this in the kitchen?" Mr. Lu asked.
Nan Jiaojiao said: "It's delicious. Grandpa Lu, try it."
Mr. Lu twisted a peanut and put it in his mouth, chewing it slowly, "It's better for you and your grandson to eat it. Do you have any braised beef? Give grandpa two slices."
"Yes." Nan Jiaojiao Turn around and get it.
As a result, before the beef reached Mr. Lu, he was intercepted by Mr. Nan, and the plate of peanuts was also taken away.
"Who are you, you are instructing my granddaughter to do this and that, and I am not willing to do it to her, how shameless you are!"
Mr. Lu is not surprised by this, who asked him to do it? When Nan Jiao was young, she planned to steal her away many times, but Old Man Nan caught her every time. After that, every year when she saw him, he would either pick her nose or look at her, or he would attack her without even giving her a seat. people.
When he was young, Mr. Lu was still a bit angry. If he didn't come, he really wouldn't come.
But she is really jealous of such a good seedling as Nan Jiaojiao, so she licks her face.
As time passes, I have already figured out Mr. Nan’s temper.
Just an old kid, just coax him. "Don't I treat Jiaojiao like a granddaughter? I didn't come here empty-handed. Go and have a look. I brought a cart full of jewelry."
Mr. Nan's face softened slightly, but he still puffed out his nostrils, "It's only a car, how shameless are you!"
Mr. Lu smiled, and the old man lay down calmly, tapping the armrest with his fingers. I found a radio somewhere and pretended to adjust it. Soon, the babbling sound of Peking Opera came out.
“Listen to it, old songs are sung with new ones. One of my apprentices knew that I was good at this song, so he recommended a newcomer to me, Xiao Hua Dan, who has a good singing voice. Hey, I remember you, brother, are also good at this song. It’s been so many years since I’ve had a good idea, and I don’t see how you’ve listened to me.”
Originally, Mr. Nan wanted to say something, but Mr. Lu was so bad that he didn’t want to play Peking Opera.
Can we say that the quintessence of Chinese culture is not good?
Mr. Nan didn't care about him and listened to the opera attentively.
I don’t know when the peanuts and beef were taken away.
Mr. Lu turned around and winked at Nan Jiaojiao.
Nan Jiaojiao smiled and sat eating by herself. The small persimmons roasted on the stove exploded. She took them out with tweezers, tossed them in her hands a few times, and let them cool slightly before peeling them off. open.
The opera comes to an end, and there are a few seconds left.
Mr. Lu suddenly remembered something and asked her directly: "Jiaojiao, are you the only one who came back? Where is the boy named Bo?"
"Ahem——"
Nan Jiaojiao took a sip The bite was too big, and the persimmon meat slipped from the tongue coating into the throat, choking until my face turned red.
(End of this chapter)