Chapter 409: Uninvited guests on Christmas Eve

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Sweets, hot chocolate and candy cookies allow everyone at the table to fill in their stomachs in advance.
Cong Nianwei is cooking traditional American minced meat pies on the open fire. If it is not a group of people who have a whimsy or a traditional festival, it would be more convenient for you to cook Chinese food directly.
The pie crust should be added not only with baking powder and salt, but also with softened margarine, just like the Chinese leek box which is very popular in the morning, wrap the onion meat stuffing, vegetable and butter fried stuffing.
It's just that the leek box is lowered into the frying pan frying pan, and it can be picked up and fried until it is golden and transparent, and this minced meat pie is waiting for the turkey in the oven to come out and then take the test inside. Ten minutes.
Ding.... The button that controls the time automatically trips. Qin Guan, with isolation gloves, dragged the tray of this huge turkey weighing several pounds out of the oven.
On the large white porcelain plate, the food that belongs to it falls, and the side is decorated with rose petals. Under the taste of this chicken filled with light butter pepper seasoning, it also loses its gorgeous color.
Fat and fat chicken, but there is no drop of fat around. At first glance, the roast is full of heat, and the essence of the meat is locked in it.
The golden skin, as the indoor temperature decreases, emits its unique ‘crackling’ fat crackling sound. Without anyone trying it, you will also know how crispy this layer of sebum will be.
The two brothers, Batiste and Battisler, carefully lifted the long plate and placed it on the giant dining table.
The Christmas gift brought by Joseph, a tablecloth with beautifully embroidered silver edges, is now spreading on the top, but still cannot cover the charm of this turkey.
"Oh! It hurts!" Kuribali's black paws exposed his behavior before the turkey plate was reached by the dark skin and white tablecloth.
And what pumped him was the crystal scepter he gave to Cong Nianwei. As a gift from a local tyrant, he is now being held in the hands of Becerra and used as a spear of judgment.
By the time Khao's browned minced meat pie and boiled rich and fragrant polenta served on the table, the diners beside the table and chairs were already green.
"Well, shall we thank God at the table or something?"
"Thank you? Thank you Mother Earth for giving me food? Or thank the Chinese gods and gods, let's not be fooled."
"Then start..."
The speech on this side hasn't started yet, and I started to catch it there. Who said that the most elegant table etiquette originated in Britain and France?
Those two huge chicken legs were caught in the hands of two brothers Baptiste and Le.
Joseph was very disturbed, and his tall body could not overcome the frame of the shameless person. When anyone's palm was about to catch the target, the other's "Bah Bah Bah" drooled, he would take back his palm.
The power of biochemical weapons is not something ordinary people can resist!
When Qin Guan went to the kitchen, he added red wine with brown sugar, orange peel, almonds, and raisins. After heating and stirring, he added a little vodka to the Christmas Eve wine.
This turkey has gone down for most of the time.
The transparent glasses were filled one by one, and there was no drop of wine stains in the small saucepan. The partners who are full of wine and food are really fragrant and warm.
"I say…"
"Ahhhhhh... Glory to God in the highest place, peace to the people he loves on the earth..."
The choirs came out... Seven or eight chanting groups dressed up like Santa Claus appeared in the community rented by Qin Guan.
"well…"
"TarkTheHeraldAngleSing..."
The singing on the street is one after another. To know that this group of people or groups, few really sing professionally. This is completely the old beauty of a group of amateurs. Take advantage of this opportunity to get together with friends.
A house of people was heard by the magic sound, letting this group of foreign travelers know that today is destined to be a sleepless night.
After completing their mission, the solitary packaging colored paper temporarily lay in the corner of the room, suitable for unsuitable Christmas gifts, and was neatly arranged by Cong Nianwei.
The noise on the street made the children want to stay up late to work, but a late night tenant slammed his door.
The exquisite porcelain doll stood at the door of Qin Guanjia with her indifferent expression and her faithful dashi.
"Uh... Happy Christmas Eve..."
Qin Guan's words hadn't fallen yet, and the two uninvited guests walked into Qin Guan's den.
"Trouble you Qin Guanjun, I only need to stay here for one night..."
What? Cong Nianwei's head emerged from the room, his eyes glared like a black cat sergeant.
"Qin Guan? Is she?"
"Hehehe...President of the Japan Fan Association, I met when I went to Japan to receive the award..."
Cong Nianwei's brow furrowed, and the words of doubt had not been spoken. I saw the fat mountain-like man next to him, and he knelt down on the tile floor of Qin Guan.
"Please, Mr. Qin must stay! Please!"
Frighten me, just stay in my house for one night. Do you want to be so scary? I thought you were going to stage a belly-cutting suicide of an ancient warrior here.
If the price of Qin Guan's admission to Miss is to kill herself, Dashi might be able to do it.
I don’t know what the New York police thought. On the eve of Christmas Eve, the Yamaguchi family’s stronghold in New York was quietly acquired, but it didn’t arrest her own lady.
When Han Zhuojiu brought a group of desperate men, united with the figure of Mexico and Italy, and killed the brothers of the company.
Yamaguchi discovered that he had nowhere to go in New York.
Failure is not terrible, the terrible thing is that even the foundation has been uprooted...
She thought of Qin Guan the first time, the Chinese man who had checked out the other's residence as soon as she came to New York, but never bothered.
As long as it is safe to spend this evening, tomorrow's plane will meet her return, and in New York, she never plans to come back.
The Mafia, supported by the government, has long forgotten the power of the jungle law.
The United States is not suitable for Japanese.
In the awkward hut, this big fat man in black clothes and a little taste knelt down on the ground, and the girl with an indifferent expression on her face twitched her head and her eyes were black and white.
Qin Guan is not a fool, and naturally does not want Cong Nianwei to worry. He picked up the phone on the table and said something softly. (To be continued.)