Chapter 793: Tennis Court Love 43

"How are you two?"
Once this was said, the scene was very embarrassing.
"No, I don't have such a relationship with Mr. Feng." In the end, it was Su Li who denied it first.
Somehow, Feng Mo felt unhappy in his heart.
Originally, when he heard Su Li calling him Mr. Feng, he felt a little different, but now the title revealed a sense of alienation.
The old man Shen looked at Su Li, who had a calm complexion, and then at the calmness of his face, and his heart was clear.
When his old man has never been young!
However, Xiao Young is a bit shy, so he doesn't expose it anymore.
Putting his chubby pier on the ground, the old man Shen got up, "thread and thread."
After Su Li opened the bag and took out the few broken rackets inside, Old Man Shen's eyes immediately widened.
"This, this... what do you do with the tempo, it's so bad?"
Su Li looked at the racket, and it was indeed a bit too bad. Not to mention the break in the middle, it seemed that he had smashed it with something, and the net cables were all messed up together.
"It was mischievous." She sighed and said.
Hearing this, the old man frowned and snorted, "There are still such pranks these years? It really opened the old man's eyes."
Su Li and Feng Mo glanced at each other and did not speak.
The old man removed all the string, and then began to put on the new string. He has been doing this work for decades, and he knows all the steps in his heart, and the original owner Jian Xiaoxiao used to customize the racket here, so threading is easier. Because he knew the number of pounds she was accustomed to, how to hit the ball, and some small shots.
While the old man Shen was threading, Su Li and Feng Mo had already chatted.
After all, Fengmo is the world's No. 1 in the past, and his experience and experience in the competition is unmatched by ordinary people. In the process of chatting, Su Li is like a dry sponge, absorbing the knowledge that is usually unexpected or unknown.
At sunset, the old man Shen finally put all the strings on, "Here you are, be careful from now on. Now young people..." He shook his head, a trace of contempt in his vicissitudes of life, "Shameless you !"
"Don't worry, it won't happen in the future." Su Li took her bag and said solemnly.
"Well, it's late, you two can stay for dinner." Old man Shen stretched out, seeming a little tired, "Your grandma Shen cooked the secret beef stew by herself."
Su Li's eyes lit up. In the memory of the original owner, Jian Xiaoxiao, this grandma Shen had a superb cooking skill. It is said that the ancestor was an imperial cook and cooked good dishes, especially the secret beef stew, which is simply a must-see.
Feng Mo also rarely revealed the expectation of eating, after all, the taste of the beef is really unspeakable.
So, two young people, an old man, and a chubby dun who was lying on the sofa snoring, closed the shop and ran back to the small house in the backyard to wait for dinner.
Su Li was sitting at the table while waiting for the meal, but she thought, this old man Shen's family is also very rich. Although this yard is in an alley, it is also a downtown area, and the housing prices are scary. Even if it is pushed forward for 20 years, this house is not affordable for ordinary people.
But think about it, how can someone who can have some friendship with the Jian family and Fengmo be ordinary people?