The trainee starts by splitting bricks with bare hands

Mr. Tan was still smiling, and Han Lan stopped again.

He pinches again, and Han Lan blocks again.

The chopsticks of the two were getting faster and faster, and they kept colliding on a plate of roast duck like two swords, and it was hard to distinguish for a while.

The waiter brother who was about to serve the side dishes was dumbfounded: just a piece of duck meat, as for it?

"Ahem, sir, do you want to order another one? I remember you came here to share the table, not with this big brother?" The waiter was quite reasonable, and he didn't force Han Lan to give in. The old man.

After being reminded by him, Mr. Tan also took back his chopsticks with a smile: "Okay, let's have a roast duck."

"Hey, okay, just wait a moment, I'll ask the master to give you a piece!" Seeing that the two of them stopped fighting, the waiter brother smiled and served the side dishes, and trotted to the back kitchen to remind him Roasted duck.

Han Lan didn't care about his eyes, and just took the lotus leaf pancake and rolled roast duck for herself and ate it.

This kind of bad old man can't give him too much face.

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"Little brother, didn't you see you with a little girlfriend last time? What? You got dumped too much for bragging?" Mr. Tan spoke again with a smile.

"Grandpa, are you talking nonsense? I didn't catch up with him at all. How did I get dumped?"

Mr. Tan smiled: "You little guy has something interesting to say."

"Hehe, it's boring to talk to you old fellow."

Han Lan didn't look like an idol at all, so he stuffed the rolled roast duck meat into his mouth, and looked at the strange old man sitting opposite: "Old man, from your words, you probably don't know me, right? It was just an eye contact in this store last time, so why keep testing me?"

"Hahaha, it's rare to see such an interesting young man these days. I didn't pay attention to it last time, but I thought it was interesting that you brag and didn't make a draft. Only when I met again tonight did I realize that you know something a bit There are many children."

"Oh." Han Lan rolled a double portion of duck meat for herself, rolled it with sliced ​​shallots, cucumber strips, and sweet noodle sauce, and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Why don't you put cantaloupe?" Mr. Tan asked seriously.

Han Lan ignored him.

Mr. Tan changed the subject again and said, "Is the disguise technique good?"

"Have you read too many martial arts novels? How can there be any disguise?" Han Lan rolled her eyes.

He knew that the old man who usually put on such a pose was probably the setting of an expert in the world, but the person he disliked the most was an expert in the world, and it was not that he had never slaughtered it before.

What to wear?

Mr. Tan smiled and shook his head: "I heard you bragging about being a big star to other girls in this store last time, but I don't think it looks like it no matter how I look at it."

"Oh hoo? Then what do you think I look like?"

"Like a soldier." Old Master Tan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "Bandit soldiers."

Han Lan took out a duck rack and gnawed on it: "Then you guessed wrong, I am really a star."

"What star?"

"Filming, singing."

"Do you still need to know how to do Tai Chi for filming and singing?"

Han Lan couldn't help but paused, didn't answer, and silently threw the bone in his hand on the table.

"I can tell from the way you carried the chopsticks just now, the Tai Chi technique is also mixed with other things, it's a bit complicated, little brother."

"For filming, you have to learn a little bit about everything." Han Lan said with a smile.

Mr. Tan also smiled and said: "If you want to learn, you can also learn some authentic Tai Chi. You are not good at Tai Chi. Tsk, but I think you have excellent bones and are a genius in martial arts. It just so happens that I have a set of authentic Tai Chi here, which is not as good as yours." Invite me to eat a roast duck, let me teach you?"

Han Lan finally stopped eating and looked up at him.

Mr. Tan smiled kindly, picked up the chopsticks to pick up the roast duck in front of him, and was stopped by Han Lan again.

"Old man, did you give me a face? You know me well when you come up? Do you still want to use Tai Chi to trick me into eating roast duck?"

"It's still authentic Taijiquan. How can it be authentic these days?"

The corner of Mr. Tan's mouth twitched. Fortunately, the waiter brought his roast duck over at this time, so he didn't have an attack.

"Are you sure you don't want to learn?"

"If you don't learn, why are you learning Tai Chi these days." Han Lan pouted.

Mr. Tan was slightly taken aback, and then laughed at himself: "Yes, why are you learning Tai Chi?"

The two began to feast on each other, and didn't chat for a while. In the end, it was Mr. Tan who spoke first again: "I heard you said that you are a singer? I also know a little about music, do you want to learn?"

"Not learn."

"This time I won't accept your roast duck, old man, I have it myself."

Han Lan hesitated for a while, then saw Mr. Tan grabbing a chopstick in one hand, beating the bowl and singing:

"Yun Ranran

grass fiber

Who lives in seclusion in the middle of the mountain

hookah cold

Creek road insurance

half green curtain

Wuli Peach Blossom Shop

"

Han Lan shook her head with a smile, and suddenly felt that the old man was really interesting.

"Grandpa, are you going to teach me to knock bowls?"

"a ha ha ha"

The old and the young suddenly looked at each other and smiled, and the guests at other tables around them still noticed this side, and felt that the two psychopaths were talking.

Han Lan shook her head, picked up her own chopsticks and tapped a rhythm on the bowl:

"Canghai laughs