Warwick the Godfather of Terra

In addition, Warwick had made it clear from the beginning that he was going to pay a visit to the port, and in the days that followed, both Old Wei and himself had no choice but to provide certain assistance to the father and daughter.

Even if someone came to Longmen.

Warwick was able to snatch Texas from Syracuse which was surrounded by heavy siege, so why would he be afraid of a few minions who came rushing thousands of miles away?

This plan, which was as tight and detailed as a hemp rope knot, amazed the Rat King's colleagues and made them think of sending Lin Yuxia to Warwick as his adopted daughter.

The Rat King is not a fool. As mentioned before, he is a smart man with a quarter of the wisdom of Old Carp.

First of all, Warwick's ability is more than enough to be Lin Yuxia's godfather.

Moreover, this method of making secrets is also something that the young Lin Yuxia needs to learn.

The Rat King did not expect Lin Yuxia to learn much. As long as she could learn the ability to remain calm even when faced with a huge disaster, that would be enough.

As for why you didn’t teach yourself, the Rat King taught you.

She can't learn it!

So as for the little mouse, Old Man Lin didn't expect the little mouse to learn the much more sophisticated metaphors and threats that Warwick used during the conversation last night.

This thing is innate.

The Rat King looked at the little mouse who was holding his breath and sighed.

How can I fight against Wei Lao Er in this situation?

Some time ago, Wei Laoer vaguely revealed to her that he would let her manage the black straw raincoat in the future. She was so happy that she burst into tears and quickly leaned towards Lao Wei.

Only those who can ignore their threats and the sweet treats given before and endure to the end, like Warwick, can achieve a high position and protect themselves.

The more the Rat King thought about it, the more he felt that this matter must be handled urgently. He immediately picked up the cane on the table, stood up, and put his coat on his shoulders.

The whole person instantly exuded the astonishing aura of being a gangster boss for decades.

Lin Yuxia was so scared that she shivered.

The puffy cheeks also disappeared.

"Dad, Dad..."

The little mouse turned his head and looked at the imposing Rat King, his voice trembling.

She couldn't believe that the Rat King would scare her over such a small matter.

However, she was wrong.

"Walk."

The Rat King changed his previous kind face, tapped the ground with the cane in his hand, and the fierce sandstorm swept Lin Yuxia up and he stood up.

Looking at his father's serious face, the little mouse swallowed.

Although she could normally use the trick of telling her mother to scare her father, she knew that it was because her father respected both of them.

Whenever something important happened in the family, the father was still the one who made the decision, and even the mother could only listen.

Compared to Aunt Wen Yue who dared to confront Wei Lao Er in person, Lin Yuxia's mother was not that capable.

"it is good."

The little mouse didn't dare to delay any longer and quickly changed into formal clothes.

While pulling his stockings, the little mouse began to recall what happened last night.

When did I recognize my godfather?

Why did Uncle Wei agree, and why did my father seem to take it very seriously?

Could it be that it was just because of that strange bottle?

The little mouse didn't understand.

Texas also doesn't understand.

"You mean..."

Looking at Warrick sitting on the sofa in front of him, Texas, who had just decided to live in the present, asked.

"I have a new sister?"

Chapter 18: Strike First

Texas is numb.

It’s okay that there’s a bigger self in the dream who’s competing with her for her father, after all, he’s her family member. If all else fails, I’ll just work the morning and evening shifts on Monday, Wednesday, Friday, Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday.

How come there is an outsider here?

Can't we just keep our family affairs to ourselves and solve them?

"It's okay, each one his own. You don't have to call her sister, and she won't treat you as her sister."

The werewolf slapped one hand on the armrest of the sofa.

All I could think about was cursing that rat.

What is this?

However, he couldn't help but admit it.

[At this time, an ordinary office worker passed by.

Killer Queen! 】

Let’s go back to last night.

Wei Yanwu and Lin Gerui looked at the table full of various tonic foods and exchanged glances for a long time.

"I didn't realize, Wei Lao Er, you have this skill."

The Rat King squinted his eyes, put his daughter on the sofa, and quietly took down the sofa curtain to cover her face.

Yuxia is still young and can't stand seeing dirty things.

Wei Yanwu stared.

"I'm not, I didn't, please don't slander me."

Wei Laoer's entire intestines looked like they had been enemaed with pepper water.

The leather swallows are all numb.

When did he start liking these things?

I am a real Beijinger, and I eat this every day?

This must be killing me.

"Haha, Brother Wei has a good appetite."

Warwick winced.

Of course, I can understand that.

In the past, his family opened a barbecue restaurant at the entrance of the community. There was always a group of big men who came here sneakily in the late night or early morning. Sometimes they brought their own ingredients and asked the boss, Lao Lao Fan, to cut the food and skewer it on the spot. They could bear it even if they had to wait for half an hour.

Just to have a bite of the freshest gunpowder.

After all, when people reach middle age, they have no choice but to mix white wine and Sprite with wolfberries.

It has to be made up anyway, how can we not let people make up for it?

And, to be honest, these special parts have a taste that is not found anywhere else.

Warwick picked up his chopsticks and took a large piece of meat.

As for what money meat is, as we all know, it only has one part on the body of large males such as cattle and horses.

Its cross-section is the size of a silver dollar, with a hole in the middle, and it looks like money.

Oh, that's the place.

He threw it into his mouth and chewed it, and Warwick's eyes jumped.

You know what, it’s really good stuff. It has a crispy texture and you can tell it’s fresh.

As for how he knew...

Guess where the remaining guns and ammunition in his house went?

"Eat, eat. Brother Wei really knows how to eat. Everything he eats is fresh to him."

Warwick said, picking up another piece of tumor beast treasure.

Go, go, go.

The werewolf was having a lot of fun.

At the same time, I was thinking in my heart that Brother Wei is the local boss after all. Even if these things were killed today, it would not be easy to gather them all. Not only are there so many varieties, but they are also cooked in the most suitable way. I have to say, you have to be capable to eat them.

"It must have taken a lot of effort to make such a table."

Warwick picked up a piece of stir-fried kidney with chopsticks and swished it into his mouth.

"Of course I did. I finished my account this afternoon and rushed out to stock up. It takes time, but it's sure to be fresh."

The old shopkeeper of Longmen Restaurant sat on a chair, looking at his son beside him, and said with a complacent smile.

"My child, let me tell you, in our line of work, what matters is to keep an eye on all directions and to be alert in all directions.

These big shots are all very sensitive and not so easy to please. "

As he spoke, the boss picked up the red teapot.

At this moment, his son beside him rushed over to pour tea for his father.

"Hey, that's right."

The boss nodded with satisfaction, sipped his tea and continued to sit there imparting his experience to his son.

“Although Lord Wei always likes to eat the same few dishes, people’s hearts change. No one is good forever, and no flower is red forever. It is normal to change when you get tired of it.

In the past, that woman Chao Longshan oppressed us two so much that we almost couldn't survive. How are we doing now?

Let’s start eating at our house.

This afternoon, Lord Wei sent an order for leek dumplings. Your father figured out from the dumplings that he needed to take some tonic.

What is this called? This is called vision.

If you let others do it, they would never have thought of it. Look, I have served Lord Wei very well. Tonight, not only Lord Wei, but even Mr. Lin came to taste our cooking.

So, you have to treat people differently according to their status. This is not an insult. If you serve a monk a roast chicken, you will see whether he will hit you with his stick.

Lord Wei is not in good health, and I haven't even had time to drink water. I went to the outer city to buy some new stuff, and the tumor is still trembling."

As he said this, the old shopkeeper slapped his head.

Almost forgot.

"Tell the person who is going to prepare the food for tomorrow to take care of it. Tell him to buy more of these things. It's always better to be prepared. I made it in time today. If I didn't make it in time someday, it would be a disaster."

The young shopkeeper stood by with a look of approval on his face.

“Father, don’t worry about it, I’ll make the arrangements.

As the old saying goes, ginger is always more spicy. I wish I could have your ability one day."

"You want to have my ability? Impossible!"

Wei Yanwu slammed the table and stuffed the kidney in his hand into his mouth.

In fact, he didn't want to eat.

I just watched Warwick eating alone and had to keep him company.

How can a host let others eat while I watch?

Besides, you know what, the fried pork kidney in this restaurant is really good. Although I don’t know what kind of bad thing this old bastard owner is, but since it’s been served, it would be a waste if I don’t eat it.

"Hey, brother, let me tell you, I am also holding on."

Picking up the wine, Lao Wei and Warwick clinked glasses.

After sipping the wine cup clean, Lao Wei said half-seriously.