Chapter 330: Isn't this nonsense!

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The boiled dumplings of eggs and leeks, even if you buy some quick-frozen in the Chinese supermarket, this taste will not be strange where.
Qin Guan is now stuffing Pi Er's dumplings into his mouth, and the sound of gongs and drums on the high platform is heard.
The guests in the lobby did not care anymore. This is a show, which is really strange.
"Cang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang..."
"Su San left Hongdong County...will come in front of the street..."
Poof, Qin Guan spewed it out, and Cong Nianwei, who was chopping garlic opposite him, pulled back the plate in front of his home without surprise.
Which of the bereavements of the bereavement, sings the mourning song of injustice in the prosperous atmosphere of dinner, is this not a joke?
The real joke is still behind.
‘Dang Meng Lai Dang Dang Dang, Cang Cang Cang...

A monkey jumped out, "Sister, don't be afraid, the old grandson is coming..."
"puff….."
Along with a golden body-worn actor, Sun Wukong appeared as a actor, flipped back, and appeared from the backstage, the American people beneath them boiled, and they could not care about the food in front of them, and the two palms crackled. .
The authentic standard of the monkey's appearance is very serious. To be honest, the teachers of the Peking Opera House will praise the beautiful paintings, but unfortunately, on the way to Su San's escort, a monkey will pop out!
You tell me how your physical education teacher teaches you Chinese?
I saw Cong Nianwei's fingers shook, and a chubby garlic was digged out. She suddenly looked at the dumplings in front of her and blinked, and sent them into Qin Guan's small bowl.
At this time, Qin Guan couldn't care about half of the dumplings in his mouth that hadn't been chewed. The rest of the half fell into the bowl with the movement of the monkey on the stage. This is not a big difficulty. What about the blessed dumplings?
I saw that after completing the standard backflip, the monkey finally stopped its movement, carrying the golden stick, and came to Su San.
"Oh! You woman who doesn't obey the woman, return my brother's life! Ahhhhhhh..."
咣当……. Qin Guan's chopsticks fell off, what do you mean?
"Uncle Rao Ming, Uncle Rao Ming, I originally looked at Wu Dalang..."
Sister, you just sang your name Su Su, how did you change your name to Pan Jinlian! what is this? Big skewers of ancient opera?
Now Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei do not plan to continue to eat anymore. If it is something else, it is estimated that the first person who choked on dumplings is none other than them.
They are curious now how the monkey took over. I saw that the monkey didn't speak. Now it's time to play the martial arts part. It should be that the monkey wants to play a stick, and then hit the head and cover the face to pass Pan Jinlian. No, it was Su San.
I saw that the monkey moved, he rounded his arms and flew up and down... Then... the stick flew, and a beautiful golden flower was drawn in the air, and one end was stuck on Qin Guan's table.
This is not a compass, naturally it cannot be pierced.
"Be careful!" Qin Guan protected Cong Nianwei's head and protected her in front of her chest.
All of a sudden, the battle is moving, the splashing water is splashing, the spicy and the old vinegar are flying together, the dumplings are dancing with the belly of the fish belly, a few dishes are landing, and a few chopsticks are flying.
"Okay, it's safe. Fortunately, the dumpling soup is already hot and not hot." If the waitress just poured hot soup water from the big copper pot, now Qin Guan's face and hands are no longer needed.
"Bah" Qin Guan loosened Cong Nianwei and spit out the garlic skin splashing in his mouth, which was really a disaster.
When the monkey on the stage saw that he had made a mistake, he was very panicked, but the diners below were happy and applauded toward Qin Guan: "Good, good, verygood!"
You all teach English by a music teacher, is there such a boast?
The monkey ran down in two and two steps, and when he looked at Qin Guan, who took off Hu Lu's face, his red-faced gold eyelids wrinkled together: "Why is Qin Guan you?"
"Who are you?" Qin Guan took the dumplings with his head down a bit annoyed. You see that the skin is broken, and a meal of dozens of dollars is a waste!
"Me, I promise Xiao Xiao!"
What? Xu Xiaoxiao, whose expression was only promised and did not dare to say anything? Do you tease me?
Qin Guan saw that he was a classmate or a classmate. He naturally lost half of his anger. He said with sympathy: "You are working here to perform? It's too hard for you. You have to meet a boss who doesn't adjust. Such a low-key drama."
Xu Xiaoxiao sniffed a snot and watched Cong Nianwei wipe off the juice on Qin Guan's face with a small handkerchief, and finally revealed the true face of his new classmate.
I have a big wipe, Virgin Mary and Hallelujah!
The ordinary words like Zirong Junxiu to describe his classmates are simply the biggest insult to him!
Unexpectedly, I never expected that the students of Columbia University have always been the most low-key of all Ivy League colleges.
But this child is too low-key. It is said that there is an ancient and traditional mysterious school in China. Yi Rongshu is their secret.
Xu Xiaoxiao, a child who grew up in the United States since childhood, is basically integrated into the bones of the mysterious worship of Chinese culture. The grandfather and grandfather of the family say nothing, and the grandfather's decisive killing is all idols he worships.
Although I have been born and raised in Chinatown since my father’s generation, the most traditional favorite of my family is China’s most traditional culture.
Xu Xiaoxiao proudly showed off with this Chinese classmate: "No, I opened this restaurant, and I rehearsed the show, how is it good..."
Let's say that the couple stayed together for a long time and they both had some imagination. Both Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei smoked their faces at Xu Monkey in front of them.
Xu Xiaoxiao picked up the stick on the table and waved towards the stage, and the gongs and drums continued to sound.
"People say that Luoyang is like a flower, and it's not spring for partial slaves to come..." The actors on stage this time sang quite orthodox Peking opera, don't you say it's really authentic.
"Isn't my grandfather going to be 68 years old? I thought that the whole family would definitely gather in New York. When I celebrate birthday, I will definitely sing a drama. When my grandchildren come, I will give him a lively stage. Coming to the previous paragraph, it can be regarded as a color clothing entertainment."
"Oh, feelings, you practiced in the small field of your hotel, how are you doing now?"
Xu Xiaoxiao heard Qin Guan say here, his eyes drooped involuntarily: "I usually go to school to do my homework. How can I have time to study? The teachers in New York are just a few of them. me!"
Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei glanced at each other. The child was really filial, but why was this situation so sad. (To be continued.)