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Cong Nianwei was frying traditional American-style minced meat pies on the stove, if it weren't for a group of people's whims, they would have to have a traditional festival, and everyone might as well make Chinese food directly.

The crust of the pie is not only baking powder and salt, but also softened margarine, just like the leek box that the Chinese love to eat in the morning, wrapped in onion meat filling, vegetables and butter sautéed filling.

It's just that the leek box is put into the oil pan where the fritters are fried, and they can be scooped up and taken out of the pot when they are golden and transparent, but this minced meat pie has to wait for the turkey in the oven to come out of the oven, and then take the test in it for ten minutes.

Ding....The button to control the time automatically tripped, and Qin Guan dragged the tray of the giant turkey, which weighed several pounds, out of the oven with isolation gloves.

On the large white porcelain plate, its own delicacies have fallen, and the embellishments decorated with rose petals on the side have also lost their brilliant color under the flavor of the chicken, which is full of light butter and pepper seasoning.

The fat chicken is not dripping with a drop of fat around it, and it looks like it is grilled with full heat, locking the essence of the meat in it.

The golden skin makes its characteristic 'crackling' grease popping sound as the temperature in the room drops, and you don't need anyone to try it to know how crisp and fragrant this layer of sebum will be.

The two brothers, Baptiste and Batisler, carefully lifted the long plate and placed it on top of the giant dining table.

Joseph's Christmas present, a tablecloth with an intricately embroidered silver edge, is now being laid on top, but it still can't hide the charm of the turkey.

"Oops! Hurt! "Koulibaly's black paws, before they reached into the turkey plate, the black skin and white tablecloth exposed his behavior.

And it was the crystal scepter he gave to Cong Nianwei that he had given him, as a gift from a local tyrant, and now it was being held in Becerra's hand and used as a spear of judgment.

By the time the browned minced meat pie and the rich and fragrant corn porridge were brought to the table, the diners on the side of the table and chairs had their eyes turned green.

"Well, should we thank God at the dinner table or something?"

"Thanks for what? Thank Mother Earth for giving me food? Thanks to China's Mantian gods and Buddhas, let's not play false. ”

"Let's go..."

Before the speech here began, the other side began to grasp it, who said that the most elegant table manners originated in England and France?

The two huge chicken legs are being grasped in the hands of the two brothers, Baptiste and Le.

Joseph is very congested, and his tall figure can't defeat the framed by shameless people, and when anyone's palm is about to grab the target, the other party's saliva will be sprayed, and he will withdraw his palm.

The power of biological weapons is not something that ordinary people can resist!

When Qin Guan went to the kitchen to bring up the red wine with brown sugar, orange peel, almonds and raisins, after heating and stirring, and adding a little vodka ingredients.

This turkey has been down for the most part.

The transparent glasses were filled one by one, and there was not a drop of wine stains left in the small milk pot. The well-fed partners have a glass of wine in their stomachs, which is really fragrant and warm.

"I said..."

"Ahh......h Glory to God in the highest, and peace on earth to those whom he loves....."

The choir came out... Seven or eight chanting groups dressed up like Santa Claus appeared in the community where Qin Guan lived.

"What..."

“TarkTheHeraldAngleSing….”

The singing on the street is one after another, you must know that this group of people or groups, there are really few professional singers, this is completely a group of amateurs Lao Mei, take this opportunity to get together with friends.

A room full of people was filled with magic sounds, letting this group of foreign travelers know that today is destined to be a sleepless night.

After completing their mission, the lonely wrapping colored paper temporarily lay in the corner of the room, suitable for the inapplicable Christmas gifts, and obediently and skillfully placed by Cong Nianwei.

The noise on the street made the ******** children plan to stay up late to work, but a late-night tenant suddenly knocked on the door of his house.

The delicate porcelain doll with an indifferent expression and her loyal dashi stood at the door of Qin Guan's house unhurriedly.

"Uh... Merry Christmas Eve..."

Before Qin Guan's words fell, the two uninvited guests walked into Qin Guan's nest.

"I'm sorry for your trouble, Qin Guanjun, I just need to stay here for one night and leave...."

What? Cong Nianwei's head that emerged from the room, her eyes were as bright as a black cat sheriff.

"Qin Guan? She was? ”

"Hehehe... President of the Japan Fan Association, I met when I went to Japan to receive the award..."

Cong Nianwei's brows furrowed, and before the words of doubt could be spoken, she saw the fat man next to her, who was like a mountain, knelt down on the tile floor of Qin Guan with a plop.

"Please Mr. Qin must take it in! Please! ”

Scared me, just staying at my house for one night, if you don't want to be so scary, I thought you were going to stage an ancient samurai's seppuku suicide here.

If the price of letting Qin Guan take in Miss was to commit suicide, Dashi might really be able to do it.

I don't know what the New York police think, on the eve of Christmas Eve, they quietly took the Yamaguchi family's stronghold in New York, but did not arrest their own lady.

When Han Zhujiu led a group of outlaws, united with Mexico and Italy, and killed the brothers of the company.

Yamaguchi was shocked to find that he had nowhere to go in New York.

Failure is not terrible, but what is terrible is that even the foundation has been uprooted by others.........

She immediately thought of Qin Guan, the Chinese man who had found out the other party's residence when she first came to New York, but had never bothered.

As long as she survived the evening safely, tomorrow's plane would pick her up and return home, and in New York, she never planned to come again.

The government-backed mafia has long forgotten the power of the law of the jungle.

The United States is not for the Japanese.

In the embarrassing room, this big fat man dressed in black and with a bit of blood smell knelt on the ground, a girl with an indifferent expression, tilting her head and black and white in her eyes.

Qin Guan was not a fool, and naturally he didn't want Cong Nianwei to worry, so he picked up the phone on the table and said softly. (To be continued.) )