"Since we met this by chance today, why don't we have something to celebrate together, right?"

Luo Wanwan, who was inexplicably moved just now, put away his literary expression in the next second, sucked his nose and started to move into a simple style.

She was stunned by her sudden change of face, and a doting smile appeared on Song Chengxiao's face.

"Okay, what do Wanwan want to eat?"

He likes his sister's face, often with happy and happy smiles.

"There! BBQ!"

Luo Wan pointed at a sign that was a little far away. The smell had been invading her nose since she stood at the door of the store. At this moment, she finally couldn't bear it anymore!

She probably didn't realize how excited her voice was and she was full of energy.

I was excited when I mentioned it and became a foodie.

Brother Chengxiao, who is doting on the strength, will certainly not refuse his sister's request. He waved his hand and walked up!

"Sister, your eyes are very good. Have you seen the store sign so far?"

Song Chengxiao squinted his eyes and looked carefully before he could see the slightly distant sign clearly, admiring Luo Wanwan's good eyes.

Luo Wanwan pointed at his finger silently, thinking to himself that I could not see it? I smell it!

"Hehe, I just saw it anyway. And I think this store should taste good."

Luo Wanwan is confident that she would not have such a keen sense of smell if she is not a delicious thing.

She tried it several times, and passed by a food stall that was not very good in business, and she didn't feel the aroma penetrated her nose.

Like the dishes made by her father, she smelled the same strong smell, no matter whether she was in the kitchen or retreated to her own room.

This shows that her keen sense of smell only responds to real delicacies, and ordinary things cannot arouse her reaction.

"Well, then you're talking about it. I've been to this restaurant once, and the taste is really good. The boss seems to have some secret recipe. His seasonings are different from other places."

As a fat man, how could Song Chengxiao not be a foodie?

After all the days when I came to my grandfather's house, how could the delicious restaurant in the town escape his eyes?

Of course, he and Luo Wanwan judged food differently.

Luo Wanwan has a jealousy on his body, and he relies solely on observation.

I passed by for two consecutive days and found that there were many customers in the store at different times, which means that the business is indeed booming.

So Song Chengxiao boldly pulled the weeds, and when he tried it, he really tasted good.

Today, Luo Wanwan suggested having barbecue, but he agreed, and wanted his sister to try this delicious skewers.

"Oh? It's so special? Then I have to taste it carefully. I'll reveal the boss's secret recipe to you in the next step."

A hint of cunning flashed in Luo Wanwan's eyes. She wanted to try whether she could taste the boss's seasonings.

Before, I used to eat things my dad made, and she knew everything she used.

"Then you are so awesome. When you look back, the boss knows that you have tasted his secret recipe, you shouldn't be anxious to death?"

Song Chengxiao thought Luo Wanwan was joking with him, so he also followed Luo Wanwan's words.

The two of them walked to this shop called Lao Biao Shop Store with laughter. Before they entered the door, Luo Wanwan smelled the unique aroma of barbecue floating out of it.

When I entered the store, I found that there were six tables, three tables. It was still noon, and it would probably be full at night.

Lao Biao, the boss, the runner and barbecue master, poked his head out of the kitchen window and shouted: "Look for a seat, write what you eat, and hand it to me after writing. The menu is on the wall."

After shouting, I retracted and continued to grill the skewers. This service is amazing.

Luo Wanwan estimated that because the taste is good, customers don’t care about Lao Biao’s services that are almost unserviceable.

"Haha, the boss has that personality."

Song Chengxiao was afraid that his sister would think the boss’s attitude was not good, so he explained.

Luo Wanwan's face was not at all unpleasant. He picked a seat near the window and sat down. He took the paper and pen on the table, and began to write what he wanted to eat.

Song Chengxiao didn't urge her, so he got up and poured two cups of hot fruit tea from the kettle where the boss sat on the foreign stove, and brought it to Luo Wanwan a cup.

"Huh? This is the fruit tea made by the boss himself?"

Luo Wanwan smelled a sweet fruity aroma that seemed to be there and there, and glanced at the enamel cup brought by Brother Chengxiao, which was indeed a light brown tea inside.

"Well, I came here to drink it last time, it was quite delicious, you can try it."

Song Chengxiao picked up the cup and blew it, and took a small sip. In the middle of winter, he came in from outside and drank such a sip of sweet and hot fruit tea, which was very comfortable.

Luo Wanwan took the cup as he was good at following the flow of kindness, blew it, and took a tentative sip.

Sure enough, when you enter the mouth, it is hot and sweet. If you taste it carefully, there is a hint of sourness in the sweetness, and some tea leaves are uniquely astringent. Combined together, it creates this unique fruit tea.

The delicious taste made Luo Wan squint his eyes satisfied and a comfortable smile on his face.

It's like a kitten that eats dried fish, soft and cute, and it makes Song Chengxiao feel so heartless.

What's going on when I want to scratch my sister's chin?!

Before he noticed that Brother Chengxiao looked at him so fondly, Luo Wanwan took two sips of fruit tea and continued writing on the order menu.

Song Chengxiao leaned over to see what she wrote, and then he saw that his sister had written in a dense manner that she could have seven or eight kinds of strings. He was almost writing all the types on the boss's menu.

Seeing that Brother Chengxiao was watching, Luo Wanwan raised his head and asked, "Brother Chengxiao, how many strings can you eat?"

"Just like you."

Song Chengxiao didn't know that Luo Wanwan's appetite has become increasingly popular recently, so he still regarded his sister's appetite as the appetite of a normal girl.

After hearing what he said, Luo Wanwan didn't doubt that he was. After all, Brother Chengxiao's physique is not a big deal, and his appetite should be on par with her now.

So he swept a few strokes and filled in the number behind each string. Song Chengxiao, who witnessed the whole process, couldn't help but be stunned.

If there are ten strings of each type, there are nearly ten strings of them, two people are one hundred strings, and one person is fifty strings?

My sister can eat so much? You should know that the meat skewers in this restaurant are quite small, this is a Northeast barbecue.

"Sister, are you sure you can finish it? This skewers are not small."

Although Song Chengxiao felt that if his sister couldn't eat it, he could pick it up and eat it, wouldn't it be better to determine the quantity before ordering it?

"I can eat it if you can eat it."

Luo Wanwan thought that Brother Chengxiao's expression was fun at this moment, so he deliberately said a plausible answer.

"Of course I can do it. Look at my physique. But your physique doesn't look like you can eat it."

Song Chengxiao believes that his sister may have big eyes and small belly.

"What should I do if I can't finish it? Will my brother help me with it?"

Luo Wanwan deliberately teased Song Chengxiao, holding his face in both hands, and looking at him with anticipation.

My sister suddenly got up cutely, which made Song Chengxiao lean back tactically, and then tentatively replied with a strong desire to survive: "I... help you... eat?"

Then I saw my sister smile brightly, revealing two rows of white teeth, and the light in her eyes was covered with fine light.
Chapter completed!