Chen Jianan took the menu and asked, "Xiao Qiao, what do you want to eat? How about shrimp dumplings?"
Qiao Wen withdrew his gaze from Lin Zihui, guessing that Chen Jianan knew the original body's preferences well, so he nodded and said, "Okay, just watch."
Chen Canaan's mood changed from panic when he saw Qiao Wen at first, to now only ecstasy at the confirmation of his recovery. As for the purpose of my trip, it is completely unimportant.
For Qiao Wen's sake, he could treat killing as a trivial matter, but when the other party came, killing and arson became a big deal. As for how to make a job for Lord Bao, he wasn't worried at all, after all, he was just a little boy, it would be strange if he could do it well, but it would be reasonable if he couldn't do it well.
After thinking it over, Chen Jianan suddenly realized.
Qiao Wen hadn't eaten for a few days before. Although he didn't know why his health suddenly improved, but seeing that he could eat, he had to let him have a good meal. In Chen Jianan's case, he didn't even look at the price list. He ordered nearly ten dishes in one go, ready to open his stomach and have a big meal with Qiao Wen.
"You two drink tea first, and the others will come up soon." Lin Zihui ordered for the two of them, and was about to turn around and hand it to the kitchen when his eyes fell on the stairs. When he saw the person coming up, he shouted in surprise, "Ah dad!"
Then happily ran towards the person.
Qiao Wen turned his head slightly and looked over. It was a middle-aged man wearing a Tang suit leaning on a cane, followed by a tall and burly man in a black suit.
This should be Lin Zihui's own father who was going to die at the hands of Chen Jianan tonight.
Qiao Wen only glanced indifferently, then looked away, and looked at Chen Jianan opposite.
When the other party looked at him, the hand that was originally placed on the right waist was slowly put down without a trace. It was the knife he was going to use to kill people today. He just touched Lin Zhaoming subconsciously when he saw Lin Zhaoming appear.
Although Qiao Wen's eyes just swept across his hand lightly, he still raised his hand and rubbed his nose guiltily, and wanted to cover up the tea in the other's cup: "Little Qiao, I think you are still very weak, I will send you off after eating." go home."
Qiao Wen picked up the teacup and took a sip, then said softly, "Yes."
He glanced at Lin Zihui's side from the corner of his eye, and the father and son had already gone to the private room arm in arm.
Lin Zihui at this time, although he was an illegitimate child, lived a very wealthy life. He was a very simple and happy young man, much happier than a child from a slum like Chen Jianan.
As long as his father doesn't die, he should continue to live happily. Chen Jianan would not have any blood feud with him.
When refreshments come, bamboo steamers, large and small, fill the table. Barbecued Siu Mai Crystal Shrimp Dumplings, Steamed Chicken Feet Curry Money Belly with Black Bean Sauce, plus two servings of steaming raw beef porridge.
Qiao Wen suspected that the original body hadn't had a full stomach for eighteen years, so that he always felt hungry after waking up.
This table of dim sum really made him twitch his index finger again, and before Chen Jianan could say anything, he had already started eating on his own.
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After eating for a while, he realized that the man opposite him was staring at him for a long time. He raised his head and asked strangely, "Brother Nan, why don't you eat?"
Chen Jianan came back to his senses, sighed exaggeratedly, and said: "It's harder to get you to eat two more mouthfuls of rice on weekdays, and it's even worse these days. I thought you really couldn't do it. Now look at I'm so glad to see you eat so well."
"I don't know why, I've been feeling hungry today." Qiao Wen smiled lightly, picked up a shrimp dumpling and put it on the white porcelain plate in front of him, "Brother Nan, you eat too."
Chen Jianan curved his lips into a smile, and nodded repeatedly: "It's good to feel hungry, I'm afraid you will never be hungry."
In the past few days, he was exhausted because of Qiao Wen, and he was afraid that he would disappear when he opened his eyes. Seeing him sitting in front of me now, and eating with gusto, I really don't know how to describe the joy in my heart, so much so that I completely forgot about the murder mission, and concentrated on eating with Qiao Wen.
Compared to his concentration, Qiao Wen was a little half-hearted.
One is that he has just come to this world and he is somewhat curious about everything, and the other is that today in the original world is a day of great significance to both Lin Zihui and Chen Jianan.
Although Chen Jianan's murder mission should have been aborted because of his arrival, but he always had a premonition that this day would not pass so peacefully.
He calmly glanced at the young man opposite him who was devouring his food.
Although this guy is impulsive and reckless and doesn't learn well, he is now a standard bad boy, that is, a punk. But for the original body, he was still the most trustworthy and dependable person.
Qiao Wen inherited the body and memory of the original body, and it seems natural that he has an instinctive closeness to Chen Jianan.
So he made up his mind that no matter what, he couldn't let this guy go astray again.
While he was thinking secretly, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a man in a deck not far away from the corner of his eye. Because from the moment he came in, his attention was all on Chen Jianan, and he didn't pay much attention to the other people in the tea room. If it wasn't for curiosity, he couldn't help but look around, and he didn't realize that there was such a person sitting there.
The man was unattractive, with a bronze face, sharp eyes, and strong arms. He looked like a person from Southeast Asia. He sat alone at a table, drinking tea calmly, wondering if he was waiting for someone.
It seemed nothing special, but Qiao Wen inexplicably felt a strong bloody smell and murderous aura on his body, like a person wading from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
He thought about it, and now that the world is chaotic and Southeast Asia is still fighting, this person probably came down from the Vietnam War.
Afraid of being noticed, Qiao Wen didn't dare to look at it blatantly, but continued to look at it from the corner of his eye.
And when Lin Zihui came out of the private room, the man clearly raised his head and looked towards him.
Those eyes were like a falcon, definitely not a random look.
Qiao Wen was startled, and suddenly thought of something.