Third Master, your painting style is crooked again

Chapter 164 Then shall we...

Looking closely, a slender and tall figure was standing there with a cigarette in his mouth, thoughtful.

As if sensing her gaze, the man turned his head.

In an instant, murderous aura overflowed.

But it disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The slender fingers moved away from the lips with the cigarette in their hands. In the dark night, the sexy voice was a little tender: "Qianqian, why didn't you sleep?"

"Just woke up." Yuan Feiqian said, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

Qing asked with a deep smile, "Aren't you sleepy?"

Yuan Feiqian shook his head.

Low laughter broke out again, Qing Yishen said: "Then shall we... go out for some supper?"

In the barbecue shop.

Facing the fragrant seafood barbecue, Yuan Feiqian still didn't understand why the painting style suddenly changed to what it is now?
What about staying away?
What about being sad?
What about finding revenge on the murderer?

Why did you suddenly come out to eat barbecue in the middle of the night?

At this moment, listening to the sound of barbecue and smelling the aroma of garlic and seafood, she decided to eat until she was full.

Although she doesn't feel very hungry.

This is the first time I ran out to eat in the middle of the night, and the little turtle crawled around the table with great interest, not forgetting to shout: "Ah, is this a late-night barbecue? The late-night cafeteria is a place to eat in the middle of the night, isn't it?"

"Yes!" Yuan Feiqian replied with a good mood: "You can also see which one you like to eat later, and I will give you more. But there are no chicken legs today!"

"It doesn't matter if you don't have chicken legs, you can eat other things today!" The little turtle looked around happily, looking forward to it.

However, when it saw a large plate of scallops, conch, fish, shrimp and crab, it was taken aback for a moment, and then Mung Bean's eyes widened, and he quickly hid in the corner of the table, motionless.

Yuan Feiqian looked at it and asked, "What's the matter with you, Xiaoqingcai?"

The little turtle didn't speak, and Mung Dou stared at Qing Yishen, watching him pick up the garlic scallop and eat it straight away.

Later, I saw him finish eating a few conch shells.

Afterwards, peeling shrimp, eating fish, and other kinds of seafood became delicacies in his mouth.

And Yuan Feiqian is naturally not bad, and he has enough food and clothing by himself, and he also enjoys eating.

For little turtles, these seafood are very familiar types.

It will also meet when it is in the sea, after all, they are all creatures in the sea.

This is the first time the little turtle has seen this kind of seafood barbecue.

Before that, even if it occasionally ate a shrimp, it didn't feel anything.

But now, there are all kinds of brothers and sisters from the same ocean aquarium on the barbecue grill, and the little turtle suddenly felt sympathetic.

Seeing the little turtle lying there motionless, Yuan Feiqian couldn't help but ask, "Would you like some little green vegetables?"

The little turtle shook his head quickly.

Qing Yishen looked at it, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "The ancients said it is good, it is born from the same root, so there is no need to be too anxious. Little turtles will not eat if they have a conscience."

Yuan Feiqian blinked: "But it was also very happy to eat shrimp before!"

"..." The little turtle felt that a knife had been stabbed in his heart.

Qing Yishen chuckled: "That's right. Maybe a shrimp doesn't look as shocking as it is now."

After speaking, he said to Yuan Fei again: "Let's go to the seafood restaurant another day. I heard that the seafood there is very delicious."

Glancing at the little turtle, he continued: "You can also order a cup of soft-shelled turtle soup. The soup over there is also a must."

(End of this chapter)