Chapter 2270: It turns out that you created the Black Cat Opera Troupe!

Vicky looked at the red-colored, meaty braised pork, her throat rolled unconsciously.
Although it’s strange why didn’t you say you came to eat barbecue? Why did you suddenly eat rice again? But still keenly captured what key points.
"Sister Xi, did you often eat together before?" Vicky asked.
The dishes Xi Xi took the initiative to introduce, she didn't even offer to eat, McGonagall took the initiative to take it out, indicating that the relationship between the two does not seem to be as simple as it seems.
"I have eaten it twice." Xi answered calmly, already picking up a piece of braised pork with chopsticks and putting it in a bowl.
Vicky watched Xi carefully, and she was unsmiling in her daily life. When she ate braised pork, her expression was so vivid and interesting.
She took a bite of a large piece of braised pork. When eating, she narrowed her eyes slightly and chewed slowly, with slightly raised eyebrows. When chewing, she trembled slightly up and down, like a wave, with the corners of her mouth rising, and she could see her mood. Quite pleasant and enjoyable.
After swallowing the braised pork, she immediately took a bite of the rice. She chewed the rice more cheerfully, but still chewed very finely, and seemed to enjoy the process.
With a mouthful of rice and braised pork, she ate three pieces in succession. She picked up the roast beef skewers that had not been eaten at hand, bit a roast beef, chewed it carefully and swallowed it, and took another bite of rice.
Staring at others for dinner is not a polite behavior, but Vicky and McGonagall can't help but look more.
Vicky found it strange that this was the first time she saw Xi eat.
McGonagall has a somewhat admiring gaze. Xi has the intellectual and rigorous feeling of a science girl when he eats. You need to chew twelve times for a mouthful of braised pork, 18 times for a mouthful of rice, and 20 times for beef cubes. , But she will control the speed of her chewing, each food takes six seconds to swallow.
"What are you staring at me?" Xi looked up and met McGonagall's gaze.
"I'm just a little curious, do your troops also do special training on eating? Six seconds is a kind of food." McGonagall said frankly.
"No." Xi still replied briefly and seriously.
"Oh." McGonagall didn't extend much either. After all, staring at other girls for dinner is really not something worth saying.
But Vicky on the side couldn't help but want to laugh, lowered her head, bit a piece of beef in her mouth, but couldn't continue chewing because the corners of her mouth were raised too much.
She knew that the Galaxy Fleet in the dungeon hadn't eaten training, but after McGonagall's reminder, she finally understood why Xi Xi felt a strange rhythm when she was eating.
It turned out to be obsessive-compulsive disorder in six seconds...
Xi looked at the two of them strangely, and continued his eating rhythm of braised pork, rice, roast beef and rice.
Vicky quickly suppressed her smile, and then tried the braised pork.
Then... she also fell.
"This braised pork is too delicious! It is soft and sweet, it melts in your mouth, and the rich smell of meat spreads in your mouth, which makes people unprepared and fell instantly!"
Vicky sighed in her heart, but she couldn't stop her mouth at all. She also started the rhythm of a mouthful of rice and braised pork.
McGonagall ate the kebab without a bite, drank a glass of wine from time to time, and looked at the two Zhengxiang women who were carrying their meals with a little speechlessness.
One big and one small are very cute.
It's just that he invited them to have a barbecue today because he wanted to have some barbecue, drink a little wine, contact their feelings, and set some news by the way.
Seeing how delicious they eat now, he is even embarrassed to bother.
Ten minutes later, a bowl of rice and a cup of braised pork all bottomed out.
Vicky and Xi put down their chopsticks unsatisfactorily.
"The braised pork is delicious, Mr. Alex, your cooking skills are really amazing." Vicky looked at McGonagall's eyes with stars shining, the powerful force is admirable, and the superb cooking... People want to marry.
This man is too attractive!
Although his appearance is not an evildoer, he is handsome but not girly, his temperament is noble and elegant, his voice is low and magnetic, and the chef's perfect body contour is greedy.
A person who can use a sword to slash the old dominator, remove his armor, put down his long sword, and pick up a kitchen knife, and his charm increases sharply.
Vicky felt that those noble children in the dungeon were not even scumbags compared to him.
Even the one chosen by her family at the beginning was far inferior to him.
"Thank you, eat more barbecue." McGonagall put a handful of grilled beef and lamb skewers on the plate in front of Vicky.
"Thank you." Vicky smiled and nodded, her eyes quickly attracted by the steaming skewers.
He who was divided into a bowl of rice and half of braised pork by Vicky was obviously not full, but fortunately there were a lot of beef skewers and lamb skewers. McGonagall grilled her again, and she continued to concentrate on grilling. Skewers, drink a sip of hot boiled red wine from time to time.
Vicky held the warm glass and took a sip of red wine.
The cooked red wine has a warm taste, with fruity and spice aromas, sweet and nourishing, and it is warm to the tip of my heart.
Vicky's eyes lit up, and she only felt that it was better than any wine she had ever drunk, like...a kind of juice.
But after swallowing, there is a long lingering aftertaste, like a beauty stroking your neck, seductive and charming.
Soon, a blush rose on her face.
She drinks very poorly, usually she doesn't drink, and can't stand the stimulating taste of most spirits.
But this boiled red wine gave her a warm and comfortable feeling, a bit on the top, and a bit addictive.
Accompanied by the kebabs, after a while, a glass of red wine was consumed.
McGonagall poured her another glass and looked at Vicky casually and said, "Does Miss Vicky live in the Nolan continent? I heard you say that Nolan's lingua franca is very proficient."
Xi raised his eyes and glanced at him, then at Vicky, after a little thought, he looked back and continued to eat the kebab.
McGonagall noticed her little movement, her expression remained unchanged, but she felt a little funny in her heart.
This is the current situation.
He knows the identity of the head of Vicky’s Black Cat Opera Company, but Vicky doesn’t know his Hades vest. Xi may not know that his vest in Luodu is Hades, but she knows that he is in Luodu’s tavern. You should also know that he sponsored Vicky's opera company.
Moreover, his current identity disguise is very unreliable. If Vicky came to the Maimi restaurant during the day, she would see a human-shaped billboard standing at the door, and then Anne’s paintings, thereby inferring his identity.
Everyone is a person with two or three identities, and they are not afraid of who will recognize whom.
After all, no one would have thought that the little girl who sang rap on the stage was not only the head of the Black Cat Opera Troupe, but also the eldest lady of a big family in the dungeon, and she also drove the battleship violently to fight Sulu played blew up and played Jedi Escape on the ice field in a mecha.
McGonagall just thought it was funny, so he planned to keep his credits, and by the way, test the little girl who is obviously overwhelming.
Vicky was slightly startled, watching McGonagall think for a while, and said with a smile: "Yes, I have lived alone on the Nolan continent for a year, and I also formed an opera troupe, Black Cat Opera Mission, have you heard of it?"
"It turns out that you created the Black Cat Opera Troupe! I heard that it is the best opera troupe on the Nolan continent." McGonagall nodded, showing an expression of appreciation and surprise.