Chapter 867

"Well? Have you already come to eat? " Hearing Jiang Wanbai's exclamation, Qingyi asked in surprise: "I remember that guy used to hate strangers, and he was not willing to make food for strangers. You could taste what he made It's really strange. Hasn't it been a long time since I've seen you

Qingyi said while he had already raised his feet and walked in.

"We don't know." Jiang Wan Bai Dao said in a few words what had happened in the wonton shop before.

Qingyi pondered for a while and said, "maybe you got his eye margin."

Just as he was saying this, the dead man's face had already come over. When he saw Jiang Wanbai's three people, he did not say anything. Instead, he looked at Qingyi and bowed to him and said, "Lord Qingyi hasn't come for a long time."

"You sit here, and I'll go in and have a look." The late Qing Yi Road.

Jiang Wanbai nodded his head and sat down with Qi Qingxing and Qingzhu. Qingyi went straight back to the kitchen. Not long after entering, a dead face came out and raised his voice: "we are going to close."

As soon as this sentence was said, the customers in the shop, whether they had finished eating or just started eating, did not have any opinions. They all got up and walked outside. Soon, the dead face cleaned up the tables and even closed the door of the shop.

When the faces of these dead people are gone, there are only three jiangwanbai people left in the shop.

"Master, I want to have another bowl of wonton." Green bamboo can't sit still, licking his lips, a face aftertaste of the river white road.

Even though it had been so a while, he still felt that the fresh taste in his mouth did not disperse, and it was really a lasting aftertaste.

Jiang Wanbai's forehead smoked. Just as she was about to speak, a voice began to ring. "It's not easy to eat wonton. Just come here if you want to eat it!"

She stood up and looked at the short fat man who came out with Qingyi. "I didn't expect that this wonton shop was opened by Mr. Meng."

Qi Qingxing also followed to stand up, not arrogant and Jiang Wanbai, bowing to the man.

Mr. Meng also held a cup of soup in his hand and put it on the table. After that, he waved to Jiang Wanbai and Qi Qingxing and said, "I'm free. I'll find something to do for myself."

After a pause, Mr. Meng took a meaningful look at Chaojiang Wanbai and said with a smile: "speaking of it, I use the ghost fish to make wonton stuffing, or your master taught me."

"Oh?" Jiang evening white pick eyebrows, is really surprised.

"It's not for nothing. Your master wants to go to a wonderful thing from me." Mr. Meng looked at Jiang Wanbai's eyes. There was solemnity between his expressions, and there was also some exploration.

Jiang Wanbai caught these things, but for a moment, he couldn't understand what it meant. He just thought of what Lord Meng said, and then he thought of his meaningful eyes. He guessed that what the master was going to must have something to do with himself. Jiang Wanbai thought of a possibility and his heart sank.

Now Lord Meng and Qingyi went back to the kitchen and said they were going to get the wine.

Qi Qingxing, aware of Jiang Wanbai's emotion, holds her hand hanging on her side, gently pinches it and comforts her silently.

Jiang Wanbai side head toward him, on his worried eyes, her heart slightly relaxed a little, toward him smile, "I'm ok."