The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Chapter 838 Where is the Boy Surnamed Bo?
Old Lu raised his eyes and said, "I dare not sit in your seat, or my brother will be in a hurry with me."

Nan Jiaojiao knew he was joking, "No, you just sit here and chat with grandpa, I'll go get some food."

Elder Nan was not happy, "Why give way to him, let him go when the gift is delivered, let Xiaoqiu get what you want to eat, the ice is slippery, don't walk around."

"It's okay, I'll come as I go."

Nan Jiaojiao coaxed a few words, Nan Lao was very helpful, but she was still worried about her going by herself, and asked two servants to follow.

Nan Jiaojiao probably knew where the food at home was. She even went to the kitchen to ask for some lo mei, but she couldn't get it all by herself, so she asked someone to help her, and brought a small table over.

Nan Jiaojiao put everything she wanted to eat on the net, and the small stove was slowly smoking. She sat down at the table and peeled the marinated peanuts. Instead of worrying about eating by herself, she peeled a plate and placed it between the two old people on the low table.

"Is there still this in the kitchen?" Elder Lu asked.

Nan Jiaojiao said, "It's delicious, Grandpa Lu, try it."

Mr. Lu twisted a peanut, put it in his mouth, and chewed it slowly, "It's better for your grandparents and grandchildren to eat it. If there is any braised beef, give grandpa two slices."

"Yes." Nan Jiaojiao turned around to get it.

As a result, the beef was intercepted by Mr. Nan before it reached Mr. Lu's hands, and the plate of peanuts was also taken away.

"What's your status? I'm not even willing to order my granddaughter to do this or that. What a face you have!"

Mr. Lu is not surprised by this. Who told him to plan to steal Nan Jiao many times when he was young, but he was caught by Mr. Nan every time. After that, he is not picky when he sees him every year. If you pick your eyes up, you just hit people without even giving them a seat.

When he was young, Mr. Lu was still a bit impatient, if he couldn't let him come, he really wouldn't come.

But he was really greedy for such a good seed like Nan Jiaojiao, so he licked his face.

After a long time, I have already figured out Nan Lao's temper.

Just an old child, just coax him.

"Didn't I treat Jiaojiao like a granddaughter? I didn't come empty-handed. Go ahead and have a look. I brought a cart full of jewelry."

Old Nan's face softened a little, but he still breathed out his nostrils, "It's only one car ride, what a shame you are!"

Mr. Lu smiled, and the old god lay down, tapping the armrest with his fingers. He found a radio out of nowhere, and pretended to tune it. Not long after, the sound of Beijing opera babbling came out.

"Listen, the old song is new, my apprentice knows that I like it, and the newcomer recommended to me, Xiaohuadan, has a good singing voice. Hey, I remember that you, brother, also like this song, but I haven't done it for many years. Good seedling, I haven't seen you how to listen."

Nan Lao originally wanted to say something, but Lu Lao was so bad that it was not good to play Beijing opera.

Can you say that national essence is not good?

Nan Lao didn't bother with him, and listened intently to the opera.

It is not known when the peanuts and beef were taken away.

Elder Lu turned his head and blinked at Nan Jiaojiao.

Nan Jiaojiao smiled, and sat aside to eat by herself. The small persimmons roasted on the stove burst open. She took them out with tweezers, tossed them a few times in her hands, and then peeled them off after letting them cool down.

The opera came to an end, and there was a few seconds of blank space.

Elder Lu suddenly remembered something, and asked her directly: "Jiaojiao, you came back alone? Where is the boy named Bo?"

"cough--"

Nan Jiaojiao took a big bite, and the persimmon meat slid from the coating of her tongue into her throat, choking until she blushed.

(End of this chapter)