"Old man, have you admitted the wrong person? You can't taint someone's innocence like this! What kind of girl are you? What if my wife hears this? You can't kneel on the washboard when you go back!" Han Lan replied half-jokingly.

Seeing that he was still pretending, Mr. Tan also smiled and shook his head: "Little brother, your appearance can be changed, but your eyes cannot be changed."

Han Lan clenched her chopsticks secretly: This old man is not simple!

"Come on, please, sir, your roast duck is here!" The waiter in a mandarin jacket shouted with a smile and brought Han Lan's roast duck to the table.

Han Lan also reacted and grinned.

Yes, I'm sick, right? It's not easy to care about the old man. I've been cleared now. At worst, I will be blocked by fans and sing on the street after my identity is discovered.

"Hey, it seems that little brother expected me to come? He actually ordered two roast ducks?"

Mr. Tan didn't know if he noticed the change in Han Lan's expression just now, but he still smiled in a friendly manner, took out his chopsticks and picked up the roast duck in front of Han Lan.

With a "click" sound, Mr. Tan's chopsticks were blocked by Han Lan's chopsticks.

"I'm sorry, old man, I have a big appetite, so you have to order something else." Han Lan said with a smile.

Mr. Tan smiled, turned his wrist to break free of the chopsticks, and caught the piece of duck meat underneath, but then let Han Lan knock the chopsticks down.

Mr. Tan still smiled and clamped again, but Han Lan stopped him again.

He clamped again, and Han Lan blocked him again.

The chopsticks of the two were moving faster and faster, like two swords, constantly clashing on a plate of roast duck. For a while, it was difficult to tell who was better.

The waiter who was about to serve side dishes next to him was dumbfounded: It’s just a piece of duck meat, what’s the point?

"Ahem, uncle, would you like to order another one? I remember you came to share a table, not with this big brother, right?" The waiter was quite reasonable and did not force Han Lan to give in.

An old man.

After being reminded like this, Mr. Tan also took back his chopsticks with a smile: "Okay, let's have some roast duck."

"Hey, okay, please wait a moment, I'll ask the master to give you a slice!" Seeing that the two of them stopped trying, the waiter smiled and put on the side dishes, then trotted to the kitchen to urge him.

Roast duck.

Han Lan didn't care about his look and just took the lotus leaf pancake to roll the roast duck for herself and ate it.

You can't give such a bad old man too much face.

md(▼伖#)……

"Little brother, didn't I see you with a girlfriend last time? What? Did you brag too much and you were dumped?" Mr. Tan said with a smile again.

"What are you talking about, old man? I didn't catch up with him at all, how could I be dumped?"

Mr. Tan smiled and said, "You little guy, your words are interesting."

"Haha, you old guy is quite boring to talk to."

Han Lan didn't look like an idol at all. He stuffed the rolled roast duck meat into his mouth nonchalantly, while looking at the weird old man sitting opposite: "Old man, I guess you don't know me, right? Neither of us do.

It’s just that we had a chance encounter in this store last time, so why are you testing me all the time?”

"Hahaha, it's rare to see such an interesting young man like you these days. I didn't notice it last time. I just thought it was interesting that you were bragging about not drafting. I met you again tonight and found out that you, this kid, have a little bit of stuff.

There are so many children.”

"Oh." Han Lan rolled up a double portion of duck meat for herself, rolled it with scallions, cucumber strips, and sweet noodle sauce, and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Why don't you put cantaloupe in here?" Mr. Tan asked seriously.

Han Lan ignored him.

Mr. Tan changed the topic again and said: "Is the disguise skill good?"

"Have you watched too many martial arts? How can there be any disguise technique?" Han Lan rolled his eyes.

He knew that the pretentious old man who usually appeared was probably the setting of a worldly master, but the one he was least afraid of was a worldly master, and it was not like he had never been killed before.

What to wear?

Mr. Tan smiled and shook his head: "Last time in this store, I heard you bragging to a little girl that you were a big star, but no matter how I looked at it, I didn't think it was like it."

"Oh ho? What do you think I look like?"

"Like a soldier." Mr. Tan's lips slightly raised, "Bandit soldier."

Han Lan took out a duck and started to chew on it: "Then you guessed wrong, I am really a star."

"What star?"

"Those who film and sing."

"Do you need to know how to do Tai Chi when filming and singing?"

Han Lan couldn't help but pause, didn't answer, and silently threw the bones in his hand on the table.

"I can see from the way you moved the chopsticks just now that the Tai Chi technique is mixed with other things, so it's a bit complicated, little brother."

"When filming, you have to learn a little bit of everything." Han Lan said with a smile.

Mr. Tan also smiled and said: "If you want to learn, you should learn something more authentic. You are not good at Tai Chi. Tsk, but I think you have amazing bones and are a martial arts wizard. I happen to have an authentic set of Tai Chi here, which is not as good as yours."

Invite me to eat a roast duck and I'll teach you?"

Han Lan finally stopped eating and looked up at him.

Mr. Tan smiled kindly, picked up the chopsticks to pick up the roast duck in front of him, and was stopped by Han Lan again.

"Old man, I've given you some shame, haven't you? You've become familiar with me since you first came here? You still want to use Tai Chi to trick me into eating the roast duck?"

"It's still authentic Tai Chi. Where can it be authentic these days?"

Mr. Tan's mouth twitched, but fortunately the waiter brought his roast duck over, so he didn't have an attack.

"Are you sure you don't want to learn?"

"If you don't learn, why should you learn Tai Chi these days?" Han Lan curled her lips and said.

Mr. Tan looked slightly stunned, and then laughed at himself: "Yeah, why are you learning Tai Chi?"

The two of them began to enjoy their meals, and did not chat for a while. Finally, it was Mr. Tan who spoke first: "I heard that you are a singer? I also know a little bit about music, can you learn?"

"Not learn."

"I won't accept your roast duck this time, old man, I have it myself."

Han Lan hesitated for a moment, then saw Mr. Tan grabbing a chopstick and tapping the bowl and singing:

"Yun Ranran

Grass fiber

Whose family lives in seclusion halfway up the mountain?

shisha cold

Stream Road Danger

half blue curtain

Wuli Peach Blossom Shop

…”

Han Lan smiled and shook her head, suddenly feeling that this old man was really interesting.

"Old man, are you going to teach me how to knock a bowl?"

"a ha ha ha……"

An old man and a young man suddenly looked at each other and smiled. The guests at other tables around them noticed this, and felt that the two lunatics were having a conversation.

Han Lan shook his head, picked up his chopsticks and tapped a rhythm on the bowl:

"A smile from the sea

The tide surges across the Taiwan Strait

Ups and downs

Just remember this moment

Heaven laughs

Trends in the world

Whoever loses wins

God knows

…”

This time it was Mr. Tan's turn to be stunned, and then he was surprised: "This song..."

"Let the sea laugh and sing whatever you want. Old man, please eat slowly while I pack the roast duck for my soon-to-be girlfriend and go back."

Han Lan smiled and took out two wet tissues to wipe her mouth and hands, then got up and went to the front desk to pack the roast duck.

Humph, are you pretending to be 13 in front of me?

"Little brother, what's your name?" Mr. Tan shouted from behind.

"My surname is Han, from Yima Pingchuan to Yiping!"
Chapter completed!