Chapter 2503: Dim Sum Disturbance

When we came out of the kitchen with a heart and a cup of tea, we saw an unforgettable scene of my life-Master Dewey and Old Paige, scuffled in ragged clothes.
Saw Old Paige made a left uppercut, hitting Master Dewey's right eye severely, instantly making a black eye.
Not to be outdone, Master Dewey kicked, hitting Old Paqi's shoulder and staggering him.
Is old Paqi the one who suffers? In a rage, an invincible Wangba fist greeted him, and Master Dewey squirmed his head.
However, how can the life experience of Master Dewey, who is a few years older, like a man and a ghost, can be compared to the old Paige?
Seeing the right time, he leaned over and stretched his legs, and directly mixed the old Paige who was in the fist wheel to eat shit, and then he used the crow to fly on the plane and ride on the old Paige. It was a greeting.
Seeing old Paige fall in the wind, Aunt Tracy put the biscuit plate on the dining table as if it were all right, sniffed comfortably, and exhaled as if he was enjoying, and said with satisfaction: "It smells so good, I am worthy of me. Baked cookies."
He glanced at the beating old Paige, and then looked at the fierce and violent Master Dewey, his mouth twitched, and he asked in a low voice: "Auntie, don't you persuade me?"
"Persuasion?" Tracy sat down on the sofa, as if she had unloaded countless burdens, and let out a long sigh of relief: "Man, it's normal to have a fire, just let it out."
At the end, he reminded the two men who were fighting in a group: "Fight back to fight, don't greet you three ways."
The two men stopped at the same time and turned to Tracey. Their eyes were ferocious and their expressions were terrible. My heart trembled a few times unconsciously, and subconsciously said: "These two are afraid that they will go back to Aunt Tracy to take care of their business, right?"
But who could have expected that the words of the two ferocious elders did not show a trace of anger.
"Okay, I know," Old Paige said.
"Ah, good" Master Dewey said.
Afterwards, the two elders fought into a group again.
I was stunned when I looked at the side.
At the moment, Master Dewey, because of his rich experience, has the upper hand, raising his fist, and aiming at Old Paqi’s face is a beating, but in this beating, there are fewer straight punches and a lot of slaps. It just happens in a short time Fanned a human head into a pig's head.
However, this seemingly one-sided trend did not last long.
There is a saying that goes well, fists are afraid of being young.
Over the years, Old Paige is not wasting time. Master Dewey is doing business, and he is also doing business. Master Dewey travels around the world and accumulates experience, while Old Paggy is forging equipment and honing his strength.
As the saying goes, one force will drop ten meetings.
Years of career as a blacksmith, the strong physique that has been trained, and the strength that is not lost to an adventurer of level three or so, shines at this moment.
Old Paige beat a carp, sat up abruptly, and bounced Master Dewey away.
The sorrowful Master Dewey drew a beautiful arc in mid-air, and finally fell heavily into the pile of fabric piled in the corner.
Fortunately, it was cloth, not nails. Master Dewey recovered an old life, but he fell heavily on the butt, and he still wanted to die. Since the establishment of the business empire, there has been no such thing as a butt. Now, it’s been a long time without falling, and it hurts suddenly.
But it hurts, and Master Dewey hurts his twisted face, revealing a hint of nostalgia.
Taking a look at Old Paige, he saw that there was nothing wrong with him, so he stepped forward, picked up Master Dewey, and patted the rags and cotton that were standing on his pants.
Ren Yandao: If you don't fight, you don't know each other.
This statement applies not only to strangers, but also to close friends who have reunited after a long absence.
After this fight, Master Dewey and Old Paige stopped looking at each other and had nothing to say.
The two old men put their arms around their shoulders, held tea cups, replaced the wine with tea, and drank three cups, then laughed.
After laughing, they both gnawed biscuits while feeling the past.
I also picked up the quick cookies, but I didn't plan to use the old Paige and Master Dewey's way of eating, because the biting is too vulgar.
It turns out that I am so young.
When I took a bite, I suddenly realized why Master Dewey and Old Paige use nibbling instead of biting, let alone eating it in their mouths. It is the hardness of this cookie, comparable to the shell of a coconut!
Fortunately, I have a high level and strong strength. To put it a bit exaggerated, my mouth is full of steel teeth, and I can bite high-grade fine iron into slag.
As a result, my heart was bent, my eyes closed, the upper teeth and lower teeth exerted force at the same time, and there was a creak, and the cookie finally died heroically.
The crunch of chewing cookies came into the ears of the two chatting, Master Dewey sighed: "Young people have good teeth. Like the two old things, we can only eat bit by bit."
"Isn't it?" Old Paige echoed: "An old man like me should eat less and chew more. Not only is it good for the stomach, it is also easy to absorb, so ah—"
My heart was upset.
Old Paqi pushed the plate: "Xiao Yi, you can do this for this plate of cookies."
I was about to refuse, and then I heard Master Dewey say: "Yes, young people are growing up, eat more, it is good for the body, besides, you are not an adventurer, you consume a lot of energy, this cookie is high Calories can quickly replenish your energy. Eat quickly and listen to your uncle."
Hey, you two! A wicked niece, a wicked son, what kind of sin I did in my previous life!
However, under the instigation of the two old men and under Aunt Tracy’s ardent gaze, I had to bite the bullet and pick up the biscuits one by one. During the period, I often had to squeeze out a few brilliant and miserable smiles in response. Looking forward to Aunt Tracy.
After the biscuits were finished, I almost sacrificed my mouth full of steel teeth.
Aunt Tracy looked at the empty dinner plate, still thinking about it. She wanted to bake another cookie. The three of us hurriedly stopped her. First of all, Old Paggy said with a serious face: "You have worked so hard, Tracy, You have to take a good rest. For things like making cookies, I'll do it in the future."
On the side, Master Dewey nodded and said in agreement: "Yes, that's right, Palridge is right. You are doing housework day and night. It's too hard. It's time to rest."
As he said, he squeezed out a few hypocritical tears.
As a direct victim, I naturally won’t fall under the wind. I hurriedly persuaded me: "Oh, auntie, you have worked so hard. If you want to let Mi Lulu know about it, you will definitely blame me. As a junior, I will make snacks. Naturally, I will do the small things like tea, you just need to rest well."
After all, the three of us dragged and dragged, finally dragging Tracy back to position.
This terrible controversy finally subsided.
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