Xu Qing grinned, and said with a pretended resentment: "You two have to be scared!" I found the pigeon to feed Demu and didn't give it to you. After saying that, his feet slipped and flashed in the direction where the fragrance was wafting.

The speed of the ghost shadow step is really not covered, rushing through the hall into the side corridor in less than three seconds, reaching out to push open the glass door in front, a strong fragrance comes to the nose, a fragrant roast pigeon, just smelling this smell makes the bottom of the tongue relish, I can't wait to grab one and nibble a few bites to satisfy my hunger.

Xu Qing was gluttonous with insects on his head, his toes touched the ground, and his body rushed forward like an arrow from the string, and his clairvoyant eyes scanned through the wall, and he found the source of the fragrance in an instant.

Ha ha! The kitchen is still a kitchen specializing in roasting suckling pigeons and all kinds of lo-mei, and there are two large baskets of roasted suckling pigeons on the board.

Xu Qing is not polite, the five-clawed golden dragon grabbed a fat pigeon and gnawed it, the skin was crispy and the meat was smooth, the mouth was full of fragrance, and even the bones had a unique sauce fragrance, which was a must!

It seems that the taxi driver just now is really not exaggerating, the pigeon in this shop is called a punctual point, and if you eat fast, there is a danger of biting your tongue.

A pigeon was swallowed by Xu Qing and bitten, this thing didn't know who gave birth to politeness, grabbed the other one and gnawed it, but it felt that the taste was still a little worse than the first one.

It's actually very unreliable to run into someone's kitchen to eat without consent, but Xu Qing still has hundreds of millions of dollars in his pocket now.

As the saying goes, a wife is not as good as a concubine, a concubine is not as good as stealing, and stealing is not as good as stealing an inflatable doll.

Suddenly, there was a rough singing voice at the door: "Please bring my roots back to your home, please leave your cucumbers ......"

It looks like a classic old song, but being sung by this buddy's lyrics makes it the same as a man meeting a resentful woman, and it's quite tasteful. Xu Qing still had half of the pigeon meat in his mouth, recalled the lyrics, and finally sprayed the pigeon meat with a pop.

The singing outside came to an abrupt end, and a man in a white top hat pushed the door open and rushed in, still carrying a bright kitchen knife in his hand.

"Thunder do you? Stealing? "The man in the top hat was dressed as a chef, and the kitchen knife in his hand was still stained with water, and the edge was quite new, obviously freshly sharpened.

Xu Qing smiled and said: "I'm here to eat, and when I saw that there was no one here, I ran in by myself, and I will pay for what I have eaten." ”

The man in the high hat looked Xu Qing up and down suspiciously, and put the kitchen knife in his hand on the board very boldly.

"You're from China, aren't you?" The man in the top hat grinned, opened his mouth and told Xu Qing's origin, only the stunned Qing from China would run into the store stupidly.

Xu Qing nodded and smiled, put down the half-cooked pigeon, took out the wallet from his pocket, opened it, and took out two hundred dollar bills and handed them over.

"The pigeons are so delicious, I can't hold back my greed for a while, but I still give money."

The man in the top hat lit up his eyes, reached out and took the two dollar bills and put them in his pocket, and said with a smile: "Why don't I help you pack a few?" ”