The shop is clearly still in the style of the old earth, with a menu written on a large red paper on the wall, and a wooden square table and four chairs, which is considered a countertop. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It's the smart cash register and the electronic screen on the back wall that make people a bit of a drama, but this can't be helped, it's really hard to get retro.

"What do you want to eat? It was a very special breakfast. Barrett asked, and the two girls were turning their heads to look at the diners on the other side of the wall, fritters or something, I am afraid they had never eaten at all.

"That yellow bread? It's a bit oily. Girls are afraid of fat, so Doroniel whispered with some cringe.

Lei Fei didn't have any opinions, she hadn't eaten it anyway, and it was a very novel experience to eat any of them.

It was the two beauties who came in and attracted a lot of attention, especially Lefy's pointed ears, although the people of Nala also came to Celon, but this kind of small street, naturally no one came.

The proprietress was a twenty-four-five-year-old girl with black hair tied into a neat ponytail.

Looking at her neatly arranging the dishes, Barrett knew that he had to make up his own mind.

"Let's have six fritters, soy milk...... If you have tofu brain, then let's come to tofu brain, this thing is rare. Come to three bowls. ”

Sitting down at the square table, he chatted with the proprietress .

"Well, it's a time-honored brand, if you change to another city, I'm afraid it's hard to find it. Do you want to eat chili peppers? ”

It seems that neither of them is taboo about spicy things, but they still have to ask for advice, in case a good friend comes.

The two girls did not object, the proprietress went to prepare, the small shop is not big, a few tables of six or seven diners, and there are only two couples busy in the store.

After taking the kettle and pouring it full of tea, he misses this kind of brick tea that is not too good, which can be said to be a special hospitality when eating a small shop, it seems that the boss is very knowledgeable, and it is to taste good.

However, the two girls tasted it and put it down, compared to the exquisite tea they often drink, they were a little unacceptable.

Soon, the fried dough tofu brain came up.

"Hot! With chopsticks. ”

The fritters that had just come out of the pot still made a sizzling oil sound, and he reached out to knock off the little hand that he wanted to pull with his hand, and reminded.

Chopsticks are no stranger to Doroniel, after all, the head maid of the family is very good at making Chinese food, and she often eats them.

It's just that Riffie didn't use it anymore, watching her grasp one of each hand and stirring awkwardly, Barrett wanted to laugh, and his delicate little face twitched, obviously getting more and more unhappy.

"Hehehe, you won't need to learn, you look at how I take it."

Stretching out his hand to demonstrate, the two chopsticks swam flexibly in his hands, and he could even play with flowers.

It's better to do Doroniel, pull her sleeve and teach her how to hold it and how to use it.

I tasted it, it was not bad, the young couple still had good craftsmanship and the taste was very authentic. It's just that there are no leek flowers, which is really a little discolored, but if you can't force it, you can't find leeks in the north.

The two girls also praised this kind of early, which doesn't look good, the strange-shaped fritters are crunchy and delicious, and the blackened tofu brain in the soup is not good, but it tastes quite good in the mouth.

After eating breakfast and drinking the tea from his cup in one gulp, Barrett stood up.

"Let's go, let's take you for a ride."

"Good! I want to see the dragon! The villain unceremoniously put forward the condition, because she had just seen a big dragon coiled on the sign of the shop over there.

When I looked closer, I realized that the shop on the sign was an antique shop, and it stands to reason that this kind of shop should not be entered, because they will not buy anything when they go in. After all, they can't handle these things when they buy them back, and they will soon leave Theloon.

Just glancing at Doroniel's excited little face, he opened the door and walked into the antique shop.

Entering the door, there is no one in the hall, there are two rows of display cabinets on both sides, some good-looking gold and silver ornaments are rotating in it, the light on the bottom wall softly focuses on the exhibits, only the row in the distance is calligraphy, painting and porcelain, which is a bit of an antique shop.

Sure enough, as soon as they entered, the two girls were attracted by these gold and silver jewelry, and the girls still liked this kind of thing with a luster.

Barrett, on the other hand, looked closely at the painting hanging in the middle of the hall, which depicted a strange coat of arms---- four branches and leaves intertwined, with an hourglass in between. Maybe it's a kind of family crest.

But this kind of family crest is generally only paid attention to by European and American descendants, how can it appear in this kind of antique shop?

Just as he was thinking of this, a short and fat Chinese man came out of the inner compartment.

"Welcome, welcome! Do you have anything you want? The man wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and it seemed that it was because of the temperature that he hid inside.

Since Celon uses a central climate management system, temperatures are generally stable and conform to the seasons, except for the changing seasons.

So even if it's spring, it's a little hot, and with the relationship between people and fat, it's a little sweaty.

"What about the dragon? Don't you have dragons? I want to buy it! When she saw someone coming out, the little one immediately shouted, and it seemed that the dragon was what she wanted the most.

"Uh...... I'm really sorry, that dragon is the totem of our Chinese people, not us who sell dragons here......" The man explained a little embarrassed, if he really asked him to find a dragon to sell, he had nowhere to find it.

"Don't pay too much attention to her words, just kidding. I'm a little interested in your painting. Barrett knew it was just a sign of Doroniel's amusement, and he didn't really want to buy it.

"Oh? What advice do you have? Hearing him say this, the man's eyes lit up, you must know that this painting is just a friend for sale, if it can be sold, it will be very good, after all, this thing does not match the atmosphere of the store.

"Family crest? Do you know whose it is? Barrett rubbed his chin, this hourglass looked a little familiar, but I didn't know where I had seen it.

Hearing him say this, the two girls focused their attention on the painting.

"We Nala people do have such a leaf emblem, but they don't go with an hourglass, what does this hourglass mean? In the past? ”

"I think it's like the meaning of time, but we Frosters all use gears to represent the meaning of time, isn't our family's crest a gear?"

The shopkeeper, who was about to speak, suddenly turned white, and the gear was used as a family crest, of course he knew which one it was, except for the Abanese family, no family could use it, the girl of the Abanese family?? That's only Her Royal Highness!

"The villain is clumsy, and he didn't realize that it was Her Royal Highness the princess coming! Forgive sins, forgive sins! Cheap still doesn't come out to tea?? The shopkeeper bowed with a smile on his face and drank to the compartment.

"No need, just treat us as ordinary people, she just came out to play, and she didn't want to attract attention."

Barrett hurriedly waved his hand and motioned for him to remain silent.

Hearing him say this, the shopkeeper put his mind at ease, but he still muttered a few words in his heart, do you big people like this kind of tone? A private interview with Weifu? Besides, this princess is not in charge? So who is this? I don't understand.

Although I can't figure it out in my heart, as a businessman, he is still very good at being a person.

"Even if you asked, this painting is not mine, it was sold by a friend, I only know that this thing was brought from there, and the history is a long time."

"If you're interested, take it, it's just an ornament here, and the price is naturally easy to say."

With a smile on his face, the shopkeeper explained that making money is real, and who is not doing business with?