Liu Heicheng looked at his empty hand, and then at the plate of flower snails that had been transferred to An Chenxuan by the black-clothed bodyguard.

Only then did he raise his eyes to look at Qin Shaolin and said; "Unfortunately, it wasn't in time."

Qin Shaolin's eyes stared at the plate of snails, and the smell of wine in the air made his saliva flow down.

But helplessly, he only had to watch it.

In the end, Qin Shaolin had no choice but to grit his teeth and glared at An Chenxuan, "Old man, how can you say that this meal is also invited by me, you can't give me a little face, give me a little bit to try the taste, you are really not interesting!" ”

An Chenxuan seemed to be deaf, and after the snail was put on the table, he couldn't help but pick up a mouth as if he was a little excited.

The taste is somewhat ...... Different!

But I have to say that the human heart is a very wonderful thing, even if you know that it is different, you can't help but want to think of it as the same.

As if this is the only way to give a little comfort to that empty heart.

There are not many snails on this plate, and it didn't take long for it to be empty.

Qin Shaolin, who had been watching the snail being wiped out, saw that he was completely dead in the end, sat back in his place, and lay on the table with a helpless face.

"Stinky old man, eat and eat, and I'm not afraid of choking you to death."

A low mumble, accompanied by a gritted teeth.

When Liu Heicheng heard his whisper, he turned his head to look at him.

With a fat man's eyes still staring at the pile of snail shells, he leaned forward slightly and whispered; "If he chokes to death, go back and be beaten!"

They secretly 'smuggled' people out, and if something happened to this person, they would definitely have to go back for a while.

Qin Shaolin frowned, and finally gritted his teeth; "That's hoping to rip out his teeth."

It looks so red, but the old man eats without changing his face, and eats so cleanly, if it weren't for the soup he couldn't drink, I'm afraid he wouldn't even let go of the soup!

A fat man seemed to be full of resentment in his heart.

There is no way, a fat person can become a fat person, and naturally he has a certain attachment to 'food'.

And what he said, Liu Heicheng didn't refute it.

Yu Moxi naturally heard the whispers of the two of them and felt a little funny, but she didn't show any clues.

waited until An Chenxuan put down the chopsticks before she asked with a light smile; "I wonder if this dish is to the old man's liking?"

"You cooked this dish?" An Chenxuan really looked at Yu Moxi and asked at this time.

Yu Moxi smiled and nodded.

An Chenxuan stared at Yu Moxi for a while before he asked; "Then I don't know who is the person who taught you this wine-flavored snail?"

The person who taught her this dish?

Speaking of which, it's really a bit troublesome, and it can't be said that I learned it from a prison friend after working as a cook in prison for several years in my previous life!

"It's just taught by a lady next door, and her mother's family lives by the sea." Yu Moxi replied.

And that answer made the glimmer of hope that had just ignited in An Chenxuan's heart completely extinguished, and it seemed that there was no ** who wanted to continue asking questions in an instant.

However, as he was about to leave, he asked again; "This shop is yours?"

"Seriously, I'm just one of the shareholders in the technology." Yu Moxi still replied lightly.

It's just that the word 'shareholder' has crossed an undercurrent in An Chenxuan's eyes.