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"Dad, I'll serve it."

"No, Dad can move."

So, the two returned to Fengjiu's room.

There was an old sofa in the room, and there was an old coffee table in front of the sofa, and the fisherman put the tray on the coffee table, and then moved a small stool and put it in front of the coffee table.

He sat down on a small stool, let Fengjiu sit on the sofa, picked up a bowl of noodles and put it in front of Fengjiu, and handed her a pair of chopsticks, "Come, eat while it's hot." ”

Feng Jiu took the chopsticks, picked up some noodles, blew them and put them in his mouth.

Forehead......

Looks like the big buckteeth are a bit in the way......

However, the taste of the noodles is really good......

Seeing her chewing with some difficulty, the fisherman couldn't help but laugh and said, "Whose bad idea is this?" Don't let my daughter eat properly? Don't worry, when the task is over, you tell Dad who that person is, and Dad will beat him up and give you anger! ”

Fengjiu: "......"

……

A simple room, orange lights, a small table under the lamp, two bowls of steaming shredded chicken noodles with shiitake mushrooms, an old man and a young man face each other, talking and laughing while eating......

The cold wind is howling outside the window, but it is warm and bright inside, smiling and smiling.

Fengjiu occasionally raised his head, and in the curling smoke, the smiling face of the man opposite was reflected more and more gentle and kind.

She lowered her head and continued to eat the delicious noodles slowly, an indescribable feeling of warmth and satisfaction that spread from her stomach to her limbs until her chest was full.

Although she has lived for two lifetimes, it is the first time that she has felt the strange but cherished father's love from a man who is almost a stranger.

"You must be a good father." Feng Jiu suddenly said involuntarily.

The fisherman, who was bowing his head to eat noodles, seemed to be stunned when he heard this, and the noodles picked up by the chopsticks in his hand slowly slid down into the bowl.

Feng Jiu saw it in his eyes, his heart tightened inexplicably, and his heart said whether he had said the wrong thing.

It's just that the fisherman never looked up at her, and she couldn't see his expression clearly.

After a while, Feng Jiu saw that the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, but his tone was faintly low: "Girl, you are wrong, I am not a good father." ”

After that, he continued to eat noodles, but the person became a little silent, and did not say some funny and humorous topics to Fengjiu.

Feng Jiu had already determined that she had said the wrong thing, and she was uneasy, but she didn't know how to remedy it, so she could only eat noodles silently.

After the two finished eating, the fisherman stacked the dishes and chopsticks together and put them on the tray and pushed the tray aside.

Then, with a whole expression, he crossed his hands on the coffee table, and with his deep eyes full of vicissitudes and wisdom, he looked directly at Fengjiu and said, "Xiuxiu, let's talk about business now." ”

Feng Jiu also looked directly into his eyes, nodded and said, "Dad, tell me what you know first." ”

The fisherman's expression suddenly became a little solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "Although those people are a group of outlaws, they are very cautious and low-key, I have been here for almost a week, and I have never found any opportunities, so I have not obtained any valuable information.

"Sometimes, though, they send people to the store to buy some food and drink. And it was the same person every time, that person was very young, white, tall and thin, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, speaking very kindly and politely, looking like an elegant college student, not at all like a murderous gangster.