Chapter 90： Five-meter amateur (a song of congratulations for the hall master!) (2/2)
This person is dressed in a white gauze robe, black hair is like a waterfall, a pair of shuiqiu pupils are like stars and jade, and his thin lips are like two pink marshmallows, and his slender hands hold his cheeks, flushing like fire.
Master Shan swallowed a big mouthful of water, and his eyes were about to fall out.
Bai Qiong was shocked for half a second at first, then his face turned pale, blood surged, and acid water began to flow from his stomach.
Lin Chou was also dumbfounded, ”Are you?”
The white-robed woman said, ”People, their father made an appointment with Boss Lin yesterday to take over the shop today, you little brother, how can you be like this... Hey, little brother, you are so handsome, slave. , Slave...Oh, so shameful.”
Lin Chou felt that the goose bumps that fell from her body could make a big pot of fried noodles for the boy and girl. ”It's you? You made an appointment, isn't it tomorrow?”
”The slave is called Bai Suren, so you can call it a Su Ren.”
”Su...I pooh!” Lin Chou almost yelled out, ”Well, Bai...Dare to ask if you are...male or...female?”
Lin Chou was in a daze, just because of this condition, she doesn't really need that baby, right? Should I stay here for those who really need it?
”The slave is a boy...” Bai Suren frowned slightly and complained of self-pity.
Lin Chou's scalp was numb. ”Well, why don't you come back tomorrow?”
Bai Suren pursed her thin lips, ”Forget it, just today, there will be a performance tomorrow!”
If you perform...
Bai Qiongshou dragged Ziyu and Shanye away, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. God knows where he is such an agile evolutionary man.
Lin Chou shouted worriedly, ”Hey, Lord Bai, Lord Shan, Ziyu, you haven't paid the bill yet!”
”Tomorrow...tomorrow!!”
”Dare to ask the prince what is his surname? Also, the prince doesn't know the slave's name?”
Why do you guys need to know your name? ”My name is Lin Chou.”
”The son is a good name, I don't know what hobbies the son has? Do you like to listen to music? How about a slave singing the Peony Pavilion to the son?”
”Uh, I don't need this.” Lin Chou was sweating coldly. ”You still think about how to eat that stuff? Steamed? Braised in soy sauce? Stir-fried?”
Bai Suren was obviously a little disappointed, and he said, ”I have been a little bit angry recently. I want to eat light and bland foods, and my appetite is very small. My dad insists that I have to eat all of them... if there is a cup. Appetizer wine, that's even better.”
Lin Chou nodded, ”Wait a minute.”
Drag a giant five-meter-long piece from the thermostat, carefully wrapped in white oil-absorbing paper.
”Yeah!” Bai Suren screamed softly, covering her lips with her hands, ”Young Master Lin, what are you holding?”
Lin Chou put the bullwhip on the Zhongdao platform with a bang, ”Oh, bullwhip, and Niubao.”
”How good is this? People can't even eat a small bowl of rouge rice...”
Lin Chou looked at the bullwhips of more than three hundred catties and five meters long and nearly one meter in diameter on the Zhongdao platform, and then looked at Bai Suren's cherry mouth and bean sprouts-like figure. If he was rolled into a dough, he might be able to make it. Put this stuff in.
Somehow, Lin Chou suddenly felt a little blushing, so evil...