National School Prince Is A Girl

The place where the meat skewers are eaten is not far from the Fu family, but in the Jiangcheng Hutong.

In the big winter, the truth is that there are no people who are smashing the strings. There are a lot of hot pots. After all, eating can make people warm.

But since there is food, there are shops that survive for food.

It’s not the same as freezing outdoors. It’s the same when it’s changed indoors.

The indoor warmth in the north, especially the shop of this string is not big. There is a big belly fire that only the Laojiangcheng talents have the opportunity to see. It is very retro.

Fu Jiu has a skateboard.

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows: "This home?"

Fu Jiu smiled: "Don't look at its appearance, the meat is real meat, pure sheep."

There are so many things that are adulterated today, everyone knows.

This is not the same, the string is for the old couple, pay attention to is a tunnel.

"It's so cold, so cold." Fu Jiu said as he pushed the door and ran in, so that it was a feeling of a high school student.

Qin Mo is behind him, and it is indeed a bit of a smog.

So when they come in, they will be surrounded by a few people who have just finished playing the game in the Internet cafe.

Those people are not old enough. When they had a table of beer and saw Fu Jiu with a skateboard in their arms, they stunned, and then they saw Qin Shen so distinguished, and they didn’t even talk. The eyes are floating straight to the side.

Fu Jiu did not care about the surrounding eyes. When he sat down, he smiled at the other side: "Trouble, a dozen Budweisers, two strings, two tendons, and the rest of us."

"Good le!" The proprietress responded and took the wine and came out.

Fu Jiu’s two days are really a bit smashed. There’s no life without meat and no drink. Now, after seeing Budweiser, the corners of the mouth are hooked up.

But before she could wait for her movements, Qin Mo’s hand stretched over and held down the juvenile’s eager wrist. The voice was very light: “Do not forget the tobacco and alcohol, forget it?”

Fu Jiuzhi pointed his head and reminded him: "Meng Ge, you have to think about when you are not there."

"When I was not there, there was an aunt who took care of you for me." Qin Mo was calm and uncomfortable.

Fu Jiuwen said, in an instant, he screamed: "What do I drink."

Qin Mo held his chin with one hand, and the other hand picked the menu from the boy's place. After looking at his eyes, he said: "Egg soup."

Fu Jiu: ...Which person who comes to the string will drink egg soup? When she didn't have a string!

"Otherwise, boiled water." Qin Moyu looked at the boy's look lazily: "You choose one."

Such a choice... Fu Jiu Mo: "Egg soup."

"Good." Qin Mo looked at the boy like a child, could not help but smile: "A bowl should not be enough for you to drink."

Fu Jiuyi’s face is serious: “There is meat, I am not so special.”

"The beef and mutton are hair." Qin Mou reached out and clicked on the corner of the boy's eyes: "Want to commit another crime?"

Wait a minute, Fu Jiufu looked at this face, no matter what time is the face of Guijunmei, the big **** means to let her only drink egg soup?

"Say a good string?"

Qin Mo listened to the problem of the boy, and his voice was calm and calm: "I will let you see the skewers you want to see in a while. If you want to eat anything, you can order it and I will help you."

"..." Fu Jiuton paused, only opened: "Meng Ge, you are so black, you will lose me, you know?"

“Hey?” Qin Mo smiled and picked his lips.

Fu Jiu thinks that she also has weaknesses. For example, when faced with a person who is more handsome than herself, she is extraordinarily tolerant: "Forgive you this time."