There is a phrase in "The Red Mansion" that is very well used. Look at the girl with her cheeks and ears flushed. She raised two eyebrows that seemed to be frowning but not frowning, and stared with two eyes that seemed to be staring but not staring. Her cheeks were slightly angry and her eyes were thin.
Angry. If this word is used to describe Huang Pulan at this time, it is appropriate. The sour smell of relish is everywhere in the body, as if it has been drenched with Shanxi mature vinegar.
Xu Qing swallowed dryly, tilted his head and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "I am using the miraculous skill left by my senior last night, lip reading."
After hearing this explanation, the expression on Huang Pulan's face changed slightly, the corner of his mouth raised a slight arc, and he pretended to be cold and said: "It's none of my business who you like to see, even if you put your eyes on it, it's up to you.
"As soon as he finished speaking, his face could no longer hold back, revealing a faint smile.
Many times explanations are often tantamount to cover-ups, but cover-ups are often well-intentioned. If a man and a woman lack explanations, they will become strangers sooner or later because they no longer value each other's feelings.
After listening to Xu Qing's explanation, Huang Pulan's mood seemed to change from cloudy to cloudy to sunny. She took two quick steps to follow him, then went up to the second floor and entered the prepared VIP box.
The VIP box is not a fine decoration, it is just a cleaner place to eat. The barrier between the two adjacent boxes is a large opaque screen, on which are painted some women with heavy makeup that makes the powder fall off their faces.
This is a unique occupation and art in the island country, which is still practiced today. It is a kind of beauty that resembles the putty powder painted on the wall. When paired with a fan, it looks like a drowned ghost, or a female ghost.
The private room has a low bar-shaped dining table, a large waist-high vase, a pot of tea, and a few upside-down cups. It’s a very simple style. Those who come here are meant to eat, but it’s too complicated and the essential things are left behind.
After sitting down, Yoshikawa and a few bodyguards hunched over and left. In fact, Xu Qing had been wondering, is it necessary for such a chain restaurant owner to have a few bodyguards who are useless? Isn't this too much money to burn?
Xu Qing stretched out his finger and pressed lightly on the bottom of the inverted cup. The cup turned over with a clanking sound. After flipping it several times, he poured tea and water to wash the cup. At this moment, a waitress came from behind the screen. She really didn't recognize her just now.
Kanako is so happy that this girl finally gave in to Kikawa Hiroko and acted as a waiter obediently.
Young Master Tang was so happy that he took out his mobile phone and took several photos of this otaku goddess. This guy wanted to take them back to show off! It’s not easy to control the size of the photos. He specializes in taking photos from angles that reveal some flesh.
, with this professional level, he can at least be considered a photographer, which made the two women beside him frown frequently.
Kanako Kikawa was a master who had long been accustomed to fighting with spears and cannons. She sneered at the gadgets in Young Master Tang's hands and rolled her eyes like mothballs. She squatted down and half-kneeled, and carefully put a few dishes on the tray.
When the grilled steak was served, Buding raised his head and glanced at the customer, asking in a low voice: "Have you seen the film I took?"
Young Master Tang's expression was stagnant, then he nodded with a smile and said: "It's very beautiful, I look at it often, but it would be best if there was less Little Ma, it would be a mosaic."
Kanako Kikawa seemed to have been stabbed in a sore spot. She frowned and gritted her teeth. She put the last plate of roast beef on the table and stood up. She looked at the laughing Tang Guobin with her lips pursed and said in a soft voice.
: "I took off my clothes and lied in front of the camera to survive. You stood in front of the camera fully dressed for selfish lust and deception. I disdain people like you!"
Poof! The sake that Xu Qing just put into his mouth spurted out before he could swallow it. But at this time, he was still sitting sideways and sprayed a mouthful of wine directly at Tang Guobin.
Young Master Tang waved his hand, and a strong wind roared out, swinging the wine a few feet away and hitting it on the screen. He stared at Xu Qing and said angrily: "You bastard, you stand there.
Which side? I have a bad conscience."
Xu Qing finally couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha! You are a bad guy full of selfish desires and deceit. It's best not to stand in front of the camera."
"Go away! I am open-minded and reliable." Young Master Tang glared at Xu Qing who was laughing. When he turned around, Kanako Kikawa had already left. It seems that this woman still has some connotations, and she actually knows how to do it.
Let’s set up a trap to hit Mr. Tang. It seems that the sentence just now was originally written by the famous stewardess.
Huang Pulan couldn't see the two brothers messing around, so he stretched out his chopsticks and tapped the edge of the plate, frowning and said: "Don't just mess around, it's time to get on the boat after you finish eating. I don't want to stay in this damn place for a day."
Xu Qing smiled lightly and said: "This beef is not bad, it is quite famous." As he spoke, he stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a piece of steak and put it into the Huangpulan bowl: "You have worked hard these days, eat a piece of meat to replenish your body."
There was a smile on Huang Pulan's face, but he said: "You are really good at pleasing people, and you want to send me away with just a piece of steak?" After saying this, he picked up the ribs with his chopsticks and put it to his mouth.
Xu Qing smiled and said: "A piece of steak is obviously not enough. I was originally thinking of committing myself to you, but I have more girlfriends. If you don't mind being a substitute, you can give me priority."
Huang Pulan almost spit the steak he just ate into his face. Young Master Tang seemed to have caught the opportunity, pointed at Xu Qing and cursed with a smile: "Brother, your skin is not as thick as this pile of beef."
It’s a dish, I’ve lost sight of you some days and I’m so shameless!”
Xu Qing smiled and said, "I haven't learned this from you. After you finish eating, go back and look at your pirated discs. Maybe you can make a small hit by posting some photos of some otaku goddess on the Internet."
"Okay, let's drink wine and eat meat!" Mr. Tang stopped joking and began to concentrate on destroying the beef in front of him. Not to mention that this Kobe beef really has a different taste. Eating one plate after another will make you feel full.
Once people calm down to do something, their efficiency will often increase a lot. The same goes for eating. The speed at which three men and two women gorge themselves on food is astonishing. This is very painful for Kanako, who is responsible for delivering meals. She runs up and down the stairs.
My calves were cramping. This was much harder than lying in front of the camera.
The roast beef slices were sliced thinly, only a few slices per plate, and hundreds of plates were eaten in two hours. At first, Kanako could still show a trace of contempt and a trace of disdain on her face, but after running dozens of times up the stairs, it turned into anger and anger.
I was shocked. After running hundreds of stairs, the expression on my face turned bitter. My legs seemed to be filled with lead. The palms holding the tray began to tremble, so I could only move step by step.
There is a rule for roast beef. It should be served while it is hot. If it gets cold, the guests can ask to take it back and roast it again. When encountering these big eaters, Kanako has become completely helpless!