"Ha ha... Cicada can rest assured that I won't drink this wine even if you don't have to say grandfather..."
After that, the old man turned to the boss and said with a smile, "boss, let's have a bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge. Let's have a dish of pickles."
"No problem --!"
See business door-to-door, the boss is excited to yell, open the gas stove began to busy up.
At the same time, Yuechan is also sitting beside her grandfather. Naturally, she also sees Zhang Xiaofan sitting not far from the opposite side.
Although, Yuechan was also slightly surprised by Zhang Xiaofan's outstanding "out of the dust" temperament, she immediately took back her eyes and stopped looking at Zhang Xiaofan.
Indeed, on the level with Yuechan, Zhang Xiaofan's face and temperament really surprised her, but it was only surprised.
Because Yuechan knows better than anyone in her heart that she and the young man in front of her are not people in the same world at all.
Therefore, a glance is enough. Anyway, there will be no intersection in the future.
In this way, about 10 minutes later, a bowl of steaming hot, fragrant preserved egg and lean meat porridge was served by the boss.
"Hoo..."
Sniffing the sound from the tip of his nose, the old man can't help feeling his mouth is full of saliva. This long lost smell also makes him feel refreshed for no reason.
"Ha ha... I haven't drunk such pure preserved egg and lean meat porridge for a long time. Today, old man, I really have a good mouth."
The old man took the spoons and began to hold the hot porridge in the bowl, nodding and sighing.
After the expression and action of the old man in Zhongshan costume, Zhang Xiaofan showed some interest in the former.
Although, from this aspect alone, he is obviously an ordinary old man over the age of rare.
However, under the ordinary appearance of the old man, there was a strong sense of hostility in his body.
Therefore, if this man is not the kind of killer who is addicted to killing and regards human life as a weed, or he is the kind of soldier who has really carried the loot, gone to the battlefield, fought with the enemy and fought in the front line of the Anti Japanese war.
"Ha ha... I can't believe that I can meet such a person just by having a night's supper."
At this point, Zhang Xiaofan could not help shaking his head and chuckling. Immediately, he withdrew his eyes and took a small mouthful of the soup bowl in front of him. He drank the hot porridge in the bowl.
In Zhang Xiaofan's opinion, the girl named Yuechan can't get into his eyes. Only the old man's murderous spirit can reluctantly raise his interest.
After all, from the beginning to the end, Zhang Xiaofan, the old man and the girl are not people of the same world.
One of them pursues the road of immortality, while the other pursues the gain and loss of this corner in the secular world
In this way, Zhang Xiaofan and the old man in Zhongshan costume and the girl named Yuechan sat opposite each other.
But there is no intersection between the two, just focus on the night in front of each other, each belly just