"You have a mother but no father um" Wang Zhe suddenly clutched his throat and couldn't speak in the middle of speaking.
Zhao Liancheng saw that when the fellow was barking, something slipped past his face and entered Wang Zhe's open mouth.
Turning his head and glanced at Zhao Miaomiao, who was sitting still, the old god, Zhao Miaomiao had a plate of nuts in hand.
Zhao Liancheng understood, and laughed loudly, "Wang Zhe, hey, what's wrong with you? Have you gone crazy?"
Wang Zhe's servants hurried over to support him and shouted, "Master, what's wrong with you?"
Wang Zhe danced and pointed at his throat, unable to speak. The servants quickly turned the carriage and took Wang Zhe to the nearest medical center.
"Wang Zhe, why did you leave? Why did you give way? Don't leave!" Zhao Liancheng said sarcastically.
When Wang Zhe was no longer in sight, Zhao Liancheng looked at his elder brother with admiration, "Brother, how did you do it? Your hand just now was so beautiful, it's the first time I've seen Wang Zhe deflated, haha Haha, happy!"
"Do you want to learn? I can teach you." Zhao Miaomiao picked up a pistachio, pointed to a tree by the roadside, clamped the index finger and middle finger, popped it out with a bang, and a fruit fell.
"Wow, amazing!" Zhao Liancheng applauded.
With great interest, he twisted a pistachio, imitated Zhao Miaomiao's movement, and flicked it out. The pistachio bounced on the inner wall of the carriage, and then bounced back.
"Uh, I made a mistake" Zhao Liancheng smiled awkwardly, picked it up and tried a few more times, but the result was not satisfactory.
Zhao Miaomiao held his hand, adjusted his posture, beckoned him to calm down, stared at a signboard in the distance with all his attention, led him to put some strength into it, and with a bang, "slap" hit the signboard .
"Wow, I hit it!" Zhao Liancheng was very happy, looking at his hand in disbelief.
"You are very talented." Zhao Miaomiao nodded with a smile, this kind of child can only praise but not scold, the more scolding the more disobedient.
"That's right, my brother is a great general, where can I go!" Zhao Liancheng was unconsciously proud of Zhao Miaomiao.
While talking, the two arrived at a restaurant, which was the Fushoulou that Zhao Liancheng had been talking about in the morning.
"Brother, let me tell you, the food in this restaurant is outstanding, and there is a storyteller in the lobby who tells stories first-rate. Some people order some food, and they can listen to stories for hours here." Zhao Liancheng walked in with ease.
Seeing it was him, Xiao Er hurried up to greet him, "Mr. Zhao, is the old seat?"
"Yes, serve all of your restaurant's signature dishes, and I will cleanse my brother up!" Zhao Liancheng ordered proudly.
"Oh, okay." Xiao Er led them to a box on the second floor, and then went down to prepare.
Zhao Miaomiao walked to the balcony and looked down. The people downstairs were listening to the book seriously, and there was a cheer from time to time, which was very lively.
After a while, Xiao Er served many dishes, and various snacks and dishes filled the whole table.
Zhao Miaomiao took a look, "Can we finish eating so much?"
"Brother, try something new, and forget it if you can't finish it." Zhao Liancheng replied nonchalantly.
He crossed his legs, leaned back on the chair comfortably, stared at the storyteller downstairs, laughed and cheered with everyone.
Zhao Miaomiao tasted a few, got up and went out and said to several guards, "Wei Ping, come in."
"General." Several people lined up one by one.
"Have a meal."
Wei Ping and the others looked at each other, Zhao Miaomiao glanced at them again, and said, "Why do you want me to invite you?"
"Hahaha, no, no, the general kindly asked me, Sha Jinzhi, to sit down first." This man was the most informal and took the lead to sit down.
Several other people also sat down. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com