Luo Wanwan's sudden cuteness made Song Chengxiao forget to worry about whether she could finish eating so many skewers.

When she handed the order to the boss, the boss, Lao Biao, also looked at her in a confirmation, and then looked at Song Chengxiao.

Perhaps it was because of the group of foodies that classified Song Chengxiao as a foodie. Lao Biao didn't say anything about his doubts. He responded and immediately roasted, and then the skewers were burning in the middle of the window again.

"Brother Chengxiao, it's a pity that you will leave tomorrow and you won't be able to afford the elderly banquet held by my father's master."

Luo Wanwan supported her face with one hand, and chatted with Song Chengxiao while waiting.

"Everyone said it was a banquet for the elderly. I, a young man, shouldn't have eaten it. But Uncle Luo's master is that Master Fang Wenhai, right?"

Song Chengxiao remembered Fang Ruzhen he met today. She was very good at Wanwan and was very close to Uncle Luo?

As smart as Song Chengxiao, he immediately thought that this was not for Uncle Luo, right?

But Uncle Luo is not handsome, and he has just divorced and has two children. Is there really a young and beautiful woman as young as Aunt Fang who is interested in him?

"Hehe, Brother Chengxiao, you know me. Grandpa Fang likes me so much. He even gave me a nickname called Me Baby. As long as you follow me, you can have a banquet for the elderly. Let's go to the back door."

Luo Wanwan showed off to Song Chengxiao proudly. She didn't plan to tell Song Chengxiao about her idea of ​​learning to cook, after all, she hasn't even spoken her horoscope yet.

"Maozi? Haha, this name is so interesting. I didn't expect Mr. Fang to be so funny."

Song Chengxiao smiled. The more he looked at Luo Wanwan, the more he felt a big ball appeared in front of him.

"Why do you want to hold a banquet for the elderly? What are the requirements?"

As a veteran foodie, Song Chengxiao is of course very interested in food.

"Actually, I just want to re-enact the Qianshou Banquet. According to Grandpa Fang, the two long-lived emperors in the Qing Dynasty held the Qianshou Banquet. It would be difficult to re-enact the Qianshou Banquet. If you re-enact the Qianshou Banquet, you can change the name to the Qianshou Banquet, which is down-to-earth."

Luo Wanwan made a big fuck and told Song Chengxiao what she knew.

Finally, he briefly talked about Zheng Da’s understanding of the design of the God-Sheng meat recipe.

"I've heard of this. It turns out that Uncle Luo's master is coming out to find the place for his apprentice?"

Song Chengxiao was a little regretful. He would leave tomorrow, otherwise he could watch Master Fang Wenhai’s superb cooking skills and how to get it home to pass on the recipes.

Don’t ask Song Chengxiao why Fang Wenhai was so sure that he would succeed. There is nothing his grandfather didn’t know about what happened on this acre of three-point land in Shenmu Town.

As early as when the group of people who took the recipe came to the town, Wu Bowen had already mastered the other party's background and knew their origins clearly.

He also told Song Chengxiao privately that the group of people who came here were not kind, but I am afraid they would not be kind anymore.

After all, a strong dragon does not suppress the local snake. Zheng Da understands how could he give up if he suffers a loss?

As expected, after not paying attention for a few days, Zheng Da learned about it and invited his master, Master Fang Wenhai, out of the mountain.

Now Shenmu Town is having fun.

"Yes, I think Grandpa Fang is very protective. Although he scolds Uncle Zheng, he is still trying to get the recipe back and save Shenxianju."

Luo Wanwan was particularly understanding of Fang Wenhai's deep love and reproach. When she was rescued from a mental hospital by her father in her previous life, she was also in despair. It was her father who slapped her in the face.

Her father's tears of pain in her ears, she realized that she was not only living for herself, but also for those who care about her.

"So you and Uncle Luo came to the town to help them?"

Song Chengxiao didn't quite understand why the sad expression appeared on Wanwan's face just now. What was she thinking about that would make her show that expression?

But immediately she changed into a relaxed smile, as if the sadness that had just appeared was a flash in the pan.

"Yes, and Brother Chengxiao, do you think Aunt Fang seems to be particularly nice to me?"

If you have any secrets and feelings, Luo Wanwan wants to share them with Song Chengxiao because he is the person she trusts the most.

"Yeah, I agree."

Song Chengxiao nodded and found out after looking at his sister.

"You said, does Aunt Fang want to marry my dad?"

Luo Wanwan leaned closer and whispered to Song Chengxiao.

In order to cooperate with her, Song Chengxiao also leaned closer and whispered: "It's possible."

Upon hearing this, Luo Wanwan widened his eyes and asked, "Then do you think I support it? Or support it? Or support it?"

"puff--"

Amused by Luo Wan's stubborn and eccentric appearance and words, Song Chengxiao quickly retreated, for fear of spitting on her face.

"So, you are not repulsive at all to Uncle Luo and look for him?"

This made Song Chengxiao a little admire Luo Wanwan. After all, the first stepmother that Uncle Luo found for Luo Wanwan was really not very good to her.

I finally escaped from the sea of ​​suffering, aren’t I afraid of repeating the same mistakes?

"Not rejection. As long as my dad can be happy, I think Aunt Fang has been in love with my dad for a long time, but I just missed it."

Although Luo Wanwan didn't know the inside story, Fang Ruzhen couldn't deceive people when she looked at her father. That was the look of her lover.

"I didn't expect Uncle Luo to be very lucky. There is such a beautiful aunt who likes him."

Song Chengxiao is purely objective evaluation. Luo Dahai is indeed in ordinary conditions. If his character can add points, he can pull his score to a medium or higher.

The speaker is unintentional, and the listener is intentional.

When Luo Wanwan heard Song Chengxiao's words, he was unhappy.

"My dad is also great, okay? Who can think of my dad as kind? Who can make good things like my dad? And my dad is also very filial to my grandparents and loves me and my brother. Tell me, my dad is not worthy of Aunt Fang? You also say he is very lucky!"

It's really scary to meet my dad.

Her dad is not good at all when he can't tolerate others.

Song Chengxiao was frightened by Luo Wanwan's continuous cannon, so he had to raise his hands and surrender.

"Okay, okay, I'm wrong. Uncle Luo is the best. Don't fire at me."

I can't afford to offend, I can't afford to offend.

"Hmph, Brother Chengxiao really hates it."

Luo Wanwan twisted his face to the side and refused to easily bypass Song Chengxiao.

"Good sister, good meatball, forgive me, brother?"

Resisting his smile, Song Chengxiao pulled Luo Wanwan's sleeves and lowered his posture to ask for forgiveness.

When Luo Wanwan heard that Song Chengxiao was learning and selling it, he called her a meatball, he almost couldn't help laughing.

But she held her tightly, bit her lip secretly, and hid to the side, refusing Chengxiao's tactics of sadness.

“Table 3 is ready!”

At the stalemate, the shop owner Lao Biao shouted at the window.

After hearing this, Luo Wanwan and Song Chengxiao looked at each other and we were Table 3!

"I'll get it, sister, you sit."

At present, food must be turned into jade. Song Chengxiao held Luo Wanwan who was about to get up and ran over diligently to get their skewers filled with two large plates.
Chapter completed!