John was silent, and after a moment, he suddenly spoke.
"House Lanlost, forever."
His expression was solemn, with a sense of solemnity.
"Auntie, four hours are up." Allen returned from the backyard with sweat stains on his forehead. "However, I tried twice. Although the speed has improved, it has not achieved the same effect as yours, auntie."
His voice broke the sudden silence in the living room.
Si Niannian stood up with a smile and walked over, "Come, let me show you again."
The two returned to the backyard again, and under Si Niannian's guidance, Allen practiced the tiger's step and the dragon's step over and over again.
John couldn't help but go over and take a look, and was shocked by the technique.
"You can actually reach such speed without the need for spiritual power. Junior sister, this technique has the characteristics of our sect. Was it taught to you by the master?"
Si Niannian: "Uh..."
"It's not interesting to practice alone, and it's not competitive. Second Senior Brother loves his son so much, why not just go and train with him right now." Bu Chensu pushed John out directly.
It also happened to ease Si Niannian's embarrassment.
As expected, John's attention was diverted and he glanced at Allen, "Okay, just sparring. I have never done anything with Allen in so many years. This opportunity is rare."
Allen was happier and trained more vigorously. He was not idle all afternoon. The moment the sun set, his speed had increased a lot. John could no longer catch up with him without using his spiritual power. .
"Second senior brother, Allen, dinner is ready." Si Niannian called.
Only then did John and Allen stop, and they walked back into the house holding each other's shoulders.
This is the first time for father and son to get along like this in many years.
And both of them feel good.
The dining table is filled with all kinds of delicacies, all delicious and delicious, and the taste is probably not much different.
"Eh? Is this made by our chef? Why doesn't it look like it?" Alan looked curious and couldn't help but pick up his chopsticks and take a bite of the food.
His eyes suddenly lit up, "Yeah, it's delicious, Dad, this steak is so tender."
Zi Shu came in from the outside with two bottles of fruit wine, "Of course it's delicious. This is cooked by the master chef of the Royal Hotel himself. Even if it's a state banquet, it's nothing more than that."
As he spoke, he placed the two bottles of fruit wine on the dining table.
"Captain Sheng said this was specially prepared for the young lady and the young master."
"Ah?" Allen was stunned, "You said these dishes were cooked by the master chef of Dynasty himself? When did Dynasty have a takeout service?"
John tapped Alan on the forehead, then sat down with a smile.
"Little junior sister, the food I had at your house before was also sent by the imperial court, right?"
He said that he had never seen anyone in the kitchen at Junior Sister's house, and they didn't even hire a chef. It turned out that there was no need for it at all.
Zi Shu always spoke quickly and answered directly on his behalf, "Miss, she has eaten three meals a day from Dynasty these past few years. Mr. Qi was afraid that Miss would not be used to it here, so he asked Dynasty Hotel in Manchester to deliver meals every day. It also prevents the chefs hired from outside from being poor at their craftsmanship and affecting the appetite of the young lady and the young master. "
"Wow, aunt, you are so personable."
Allen couldn't help but give a thumbs up, and then without caring about anything else, he picked up his chopsticks and started eating.
Although as the prince of Manchester City, I have been to Dynasty more than once, but this is the first time to eat so many signature dishes made by the masters of Dynasty at one time.
(End of chapter)