Chapter 241: Unhappy

"Have you ever eaten dumplings?"
When I put two boiled dumplings on the table, Amy had already drunk more than half of the cola, and there were few octopus left.
"What's so great about dumplings!" Amy said dismissively. "There are many dumplings in the American supermarket. The otakus use it as a substitute for instant noodles. Not only that, the name of 'dumplings' in the United States is 'jiaozi'. !"
That being said, Amy still used a bamboo stick of octopus to tie up a small dumpling, which was blown by the mouth and then bitten three times before eating.
Looking at her expression, the response to the dumplings of the three shrimps is not bad.
"Hey? You won't use chopsticks?"
I was very dissatisfied with Amy's three times using bamboo sticks to poke dumplings. Many dumplings were poked by her, and the dumplings that could not be picked up were abandoned by her.
"Why do you think that I will make chopsticks?" Amy said that she even poked several dumplings to express dissatisfaction. "I really can't understand you, I have invented thousands of foods, but the tableware has only two woods." Stick! This is not a problem for people in other countries! Ah - I understand!!"
Amy Dache took a slap on the table, and the joy of Sakyamuni’s realization of the Buddha was not necessarily from her heart.
"--I understand! Your ancestors of the heavenly people must be very tricky!"

How come?
The dumplings I caught were suddenly in the air.
"It's stupid! You think! The people of Tianchao have done so many delicious things, but they only provide such difficult tableware. It is absolutely hoped that the guests coming from afar will not be able to watch the food because they are not comfortable. To the mouth! Even if you fight hard, foreigners who are not used to chopsticks can only eat very little!"
Eh? This is a very novel theory, but Amy, you also think of our ancient gentlemen and gentlemen too badly! Don't forget that this kind of bad-hearted blood is also flowing on your own body!
"Uh-huh..." Amyto lived in the small chin and put on the thinking posture of the detective. "The clues are all connected. If you think about it, the truth will be revealed! Your Confucius once stunned: There are friends coming from afar, no It’s also fun?—The real meaning of this sentence is this: Confucius saw that the visiting foreigner would not make chopsticks and could not eat the food in front of him, so he just grinned at him and laughed at him!! Evil Confucius!!"
You are enough! Not only the ancients who had darkened the heavens, but even Confucius did not let go! Give me apologize! Apologize at least to the food you are eating!
After eating 1/3 of the dumplings on his plate and puncture the rest, Amy was full.
She pushed the carton of the octopus to my hand and said coldly: "This is not finished, the rest is for the servant to eat!"
I looked at it and there was only a single octopus pill left in the corner of the carton.
"There is only one left, it seems that you like it."
I reached for the bamboo stick on the octopus balls, but Amy looked at me with a smile:
"Not one, it’s half a cockroach! I ate half and found that I couldn’t eat it..."
I picked up the octopus and found that I had already been bitten a bit, like the Apple logo.
Amy asked me to eat the octopus she had bitten. I should have just wanted to play a prank with me and see how I reacted, but because my father has always been in my ear to recite the horrors of the Korean people’s food, it has led me. I cherish food more and more.
So I didn't think much, I didn't hesitate to bite the half octopus into my mouth and eat them.
Amy showed a surprised and a bit disgusting expression.
"Hey! How do you eat what others have bitten! It's unsanitary! You have such a bad habit. If you eat something that is not clean and you are sick, who will come to me to be a cow!"

I slowly wiped out the octopus and then answered her slowly and unhurriedly:
"It doesn't matter, I don't want anyone who has leftovers to eat. In short, the ancients said: Who knows the Chinese food, the grains are hard. - Waste food is not good, I don't think you are dirty..."
"It’s rude! Did the district servant dare to say that the master’s mouth is dirty?
Amy’s face showed offensive expression.
Even if it’s not a master-servant relationship, you are such a savage who can’t stand the audience. Is the child's saliva dirty? Hey, one day I will let you drink my saliva willingly!"
I ignored Amy's unreasonable troubles and cleaned the dumplings left on her plate.
"You can really eat."
After leaving the dining area, Amy stared at me and didn't have a belly that was bulging, showing a disgusted expression. "You are obviously a pig!"
Hello, do you ask me about my religious beliefs? I am a pig. Be careful, I am angry with the crown and I am carrying a dynamite bag to blow up the White House! And from a genetic point of view, you are a pig that is worth the loss - if I am a pig, you are a pig girl!
Without a few steps, Amy drank the cola in her hand into an empty bottle. I was worried that she would refuse her if she wanted Coke again. She did not expect her eyes to see the DQ ice cream shop opposite the elevator.
"Hey? The Tianchao actually has the DairyQueen (Ice Queen) branch! The servant, go buy a waffle cone for me!"
Oh, is the DQ here an abbreviation for "DairyQueen"? I used to think that DQ refers to the Japanese national game "Dragon Quest"! No wonder DQ ice cream shop does not sell slime cones! When I was in elementary school, I still managed the clerk to go through that kind of thing! At that time, the clerk glared at me like a Piccolo demon, and now I think it’s a shame...
Handing the waffle cone with three ice cream to Amy, Amy smugly picked it up. Today, I have been arrogant to me from the time I met, and I have never heard of even a few complaints, which makes her very fulfilling.

Hey, loyalty is about 50%...

Amy said to herself at a volume she thought she couldn't hear.
Seeing that I didn't buy ice cream for myself, Amy asked strangely:
"Do you not like to eat male servants? Very sweet!"
I didn't want to eat, but the meal was too full, and I had to eat a whole ice cream to eat a bad stomach. If it's just an ice cream ball...
Amy seems to have guessed my mind. She raised the waffle cone as high as possible, obviously 30 centimeters shorter than me, but said in a tone of superiority and grace:
"No way, the eyes you look at like a Guinean refugee, I will give you an ice cream ball!"
"But..." she added with a smirk. "Two of the three have been smashed by me. You pick the one that you haven't been smashed!"
She said that she was mischievously equipped with background music:
"Bangbang, Bangbang, Bangbangbangbangbang..."
With such a tight background sound, what kind of trouble is it? Eat an ice cream and you are playing Russian roulette!
I didn't jump, I directly bite the ice-cream ball that was facing me. Amy couldn't help but the dubbing stopped.
"Great mouth." Amy commented as he licked the remaining two balls. "Are you a hippopotamus?"
Because eating ice cream is too fast, I have a glare in my nose, and I can't speak for a while. Whether it is said to be a hippo or a hippocampus, it can only be defaulted.
Unconsciously, Amy went to the game center in the same level with a layer of glass. Three groups of young people played games in it and they were very happy.
Amy’s gaze passed over the ice cream ball and was not particularly interesting to say:
"It’s really backward, it’s all outdated machines. These games have been eliminated in the United States.

"But... just be nostalgic!"
Amy didn't discuss with me and walked in first and foremost.