Boiled dumplings with eggs and leeks would taste just as good, even if they were frozen in a Chinese supermarket.
As Qin Guan was stuffing the dumpling into his mouth, the sound of gongs and drums came from the stage.
The guests in the hall didn't care about eating anymore. There was going to be a performance. It was really rare.
"Clang, clang, clang..."
"Su San has left Hongdong County and is waiting on the street..."
Qin Guan spat out his food. Cong Nianwei, who was peeling garlic, pulled her plate back calmly.
Which prodigal son of a b * tch was singing a funeral song in the midst of a bustling meal? Wasn't this a joke?
The real joke is yet to come.
"Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang..."
A monkey jumped out. "Sister, don't be afraid. Lao Sun is here..."
"Pfft..."
When a golden actor dressed like Sun Wukong appeared backstage, the Americans were excited. They could no longer care about the food in front of them. Their palms made a cracking sound.
The appearance of the monkey was very authentic. If one were to really talk about it, even the teachers of the Beijing Opera House would praise that the drawing was very beautiful. It was a pity that a monkey would jump out when Su San was being escorted!
Tell me, how did your PE teacher teach you Chinese?
Cong Nianwei shook her fingers and dug out a piece of white garlic. She blinked at the dumpling in front of her and put it in Qin Guan's bowl.
Qin Guan had no time to chew the remaining half of the dumpling in his mouth. The other half almost fell back into his bowl as the monkey moved on the stage. Is this the kind of dumpling that comes with good fortune after surviving a great disaster?
After the monkey completed the standard backflip, it finally stopped its movements and came to Su San with the shiny golden stick.
"Hey! You disobedient woman! Give me back my brother's life! Ah ya cha cha cha cha … "
Qin Guan's chopsticks fell to the ground. What does that mean?
"Uncle, spare me, spare me. I originally thought that Wu Dalang …"
Sister, you were singing Su San just now. Why did you change your name to Pan Jinlian? What is this? Ancient opera skewers?
They had no intention of eating anymore. If they did something else, they would be the first ones to choke on the dumplings.
What they were curious about was how the monkey was going to continue. The monkey didn't say anything. Now, it was time for the martial arts part. The monkey was probably going to use a stick and then hit Pan Jinlian, no, it was Su San who was going to hit her.
The monkey moved. He swung his arms up and down … Then the stick flew away, drawing a beautiful golden flower in the air and hitting Qin Guan's desk.
This wasn't a compass, so it naturally couldn't be poked through.
"Be careful!" Qin Guan held her head in front of his chest to protect her.
In an instant, the stars moved, the water splashed, the chili and aged vinegar flew together, the dumplings flipped over and danced, a few plates fell to the ground, a few chopsticks flew up, it was really amazing.
"Okay, we're safe now. Fortunately, the soup is warm and not hot." If it had been the hot soup the waiter had poured out of the big copper kettle, his face and hands would have been ruined.
Qin Guan let go of Cong Nianwei and spat out the garlic in his mouth. What an undeserved disaster!
The monkey on the stage panicked when he realized his mistake, but the customers were all happy. They applauded Qin Guan together. "Good, good, very good!"
You must have been taught English by a music teacher. How could you praise someone like that?
The monkey ran down the stage quickly. He frowned at the sight of Qin Guan, who had taken off his glasses. "Qin Guan, it's you!"
"Who are you?" Qin Guan took the dumpling off his head grumpily. The skin is broken. A meal worth dozens of dollars has been wasted!
"I'm Xu Xiaoxiao!"
What? Xu Xiaoxiao, who looked like a yes-man and didn't dare say a word? Are you kidding me?
Qin Guan calmed down when he saw that he was his classmate. He said sympathetically, "You're working here as a performer? It must be hard on you. You have such a lousy boss, and you have to sing such a lousy play. "
Xu sniffled as he watched Cong Nianwei wipe the juice off Qin Guan's face with a small handkerchief. Finally, the face of his new classmate was revealed.
Holy Mary! Hallelujah!
Using ordinary words like handsome to describe his classmate was the biggest insult to him!
It was said that Columbia University students were the most low-key among all the Ivy League schools, but Qin Guan was too low-key.
But wasn't this child being too low-key? It was said that there was an ancient and traditional mysterious sect in China, and the art of disguise was a secret manual that they didn't pass on.
Xu Xiaoxiao had grown up in the United States, so he had a deep admiration for the Chinese culture. His great-grandfather had always been a man of his word, and his grandfather had always been decisive. Xu Xiaoxiao idolized both of them.
Although he was born and raised in Chinatown in the United States since his father's generation, his family's favorite culture was still the most traditional Chinese culture.
Xu showed off proudly to his Chinese classmate. "No, I own this restaurant. I rehearsed the play. It's good, isn't it?"
After staying together for a long time, the couple began to have some imaginations of each other. Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei's faces twitched at Xu Hou.
Xu picked up the stick from the table and waved it at the stage. The gongs and drums went on.
"People say that the flowers in Luoyang are as beautiful as brocade, but it is not spring..." The actor on the stage was singing an authentic Beijing opera.
"Isn't it my grandfather's 68th birthday? I was thinking that the whole family would definitely gather in New York and sing a family opera during the birthday celebration. When the time comes, as a grandson, I'll give him a lively performance on the stage. It can be considered as entertaining the family with colorful outfits."
"Oh, so you've been using your restaurant to practice. How's it going?"
Xu Xiaoxiao looked down. "I'm always busy with school. I don't have time to study. There are only a few masters in New York, and they're all selfish. No one teaches me."
Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei exchanged a glance. Xu is really filial. Why does it sound so sad?
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