Interstellar boy Qin's lost track of the golden tower

After that Prang turned into Yan Suiliang's appearance, he imitated his manner, sat down on the chair calmly and politely, and smiled gracefully at Yan Suiliang, but his eyes were begging for praise.

Yan Suiliang nodded, "Very good." Even the clothes on his body are exactly the same as his own, and when he goes out, he won't show his feet.

The person on the opposite side explained some things like diet, rest, comfort, etc., then picked up his hat, bowed to Yan Suiliang, and went downstairs.

Yan Suiliang looked at the stand-in that was exactly like him, lost his mind for a while, then stretched out his hand, and clicked on Pu Lang's alien eyes, the little creature with Yan Suiliang's appearance made a murmur similar to a baby, and then With a puff, it changed back to its original form, and fell down on the wicker chair.

Yan Suiliang picked up the trembling ice crystal jelly, put it in the small basket just now, fed him a leaf, touched the top of the jelly's head, let him hum a few times, and then stuffed the basket back into the huge The package, I threw it at my feet.

He looked at his watch. There was still a quarter of an hour until 11:30. Kunta was a person who was used to arriving early, so he should be almost there.

Yan Suiliang's guess was right, Kunta and the underground dealer passed by in the hall on the first floor, their eyes met for a moment, the dealer shivered, and quickly slipped away.

Kunta frowned, looking at his own attire, what's so strange?

He asked the waiter, "Is there anything wrong with my attire?"

In order not to cause a stir, he deliberately changed his iconic coat and wore a very ordinary T-shirt and jeans. Is there anything scary about it?Could it be that he just unintentionally spilled his murderous aura?

The waiter smiled slightly and shook his head, "How could that be, you are dressed vigorously, my guest." That person would be afraid, probably because teenagers at this age are often full of sense of justice.

It is different from before. Now, the light of the righteous way is scattered on every road of the planet.

Kunta got on the elevator and took a look at himself in the mirror. The waiter saw how handsome he was, and smiled and didn't mind.

The elevator quickly reached the top floor, Kunta came out, and checked the time on the brain, it was eleven twenty.

Just right.

The waiter led him to the dining table, Yan Suiliang heard footsteps, stood up and turned to greet him, "Xiao Kun."

Kunta smiled and said, "Mr. Yan, I'm late."

Yan Suiliang's eyes stayed on Kunta's clothes for a while, he directed the boy to sit down, and said with a smile, "I came earlier."

Kunta looked at his watch again, and said, "We have to wait a little longer. This restaurant has a special dish. The ingredients are flowers that only bloom at midnight. The taste is very delicious and unique. Try it elsewhere. not."

Yan Suiliang didn't care too much about the desire for words, but he was still very supportive, "Then you must taste it well, maybe you won't have the chance to come here again in the future, thanks to Xiaokun who led the way."

Although the atmosphere of the conversation between the two was still not as close and trusting as they were in the Golden Tower, it was much better than the seemingly peaceful but indifferent atmosphere on the spaceship.

We still have to wait for that dish. Kunta made the decision, ordered a few small dishes with the waiter, and ordered two bottles of locally produced drinks, and introduced to Yan Suiliang, "This is a unique local drink. Drink it first. Mouth may be a little uncomfortable."

Not only was he not used to it, Yan Suiliang only took a sip cautiously, and felt an ice bomb exploded in his mouth, and the cold feeling went straight to his forehead, which made Yan Suiliang's forehead ache.

Thanks to the qi-nourishing skills he cultivated in the Golden Pagoda for hundreds of years, Patriarch Yan did not lose his composure.

Swallowing the drink, he felt the discomfort of an ice egg slowly sliding into his stomach along the esophagus. Yan Suiliang touched the outer wall of the glass, and the feeling of the tentacles still carried the low temperature of the glass. , but never as cold as it felt in his body.

With a puzzled expression on his face, he looked at the boy opposite, Kunta showed a mischievous smile, raised his delicate chin, "Taste another sip."

Yan Suiliang sipped more carefully this time, but it was strange, this time it was completely different from the first sip, it was a taste in Yan Suiliang's memory, hidden in the deepest part of his heart, he thought he had forgotten it, but but not.

That is... the taste of a small birthday cake that the lover in memory bought for himself after earning the first sum of money. The bottom of the cake that has been left for too long has a dry taste.

Yan Suiliang was reluctant to swallow the drink, he held it cautiously, trying to retain the taste for a while, but soon, the smell of the cake dissipated, and what Yan Suiliang swallowed was just a mouthful of bland water.

He looked at the colorless liquid in the transparent glass, blinked, and forced back the tears that were about to flow, "What kind of drink is this, it's amazing."

Yan Suiliang took a third sip, ah, this is the taste of a dish that was put in front of him during the celebration dinner after he became the head of the family.

At that time, he was still afraid of the presbyterian council's power, so that at the banquet, he didn't even dare to pick up the dishes. He only had two mouthfuls of the dish in front of him.

He will never forget the taste of swallowing that kind of meal mixed with humiliation.

At this moment, he also remembered that the taste of the first sip was when he was working outside when he was young. The weather was too hot. He ran home, opened the refrigerator, took out ice water, and poured half a pot of it in one go. Feel.

Because of the mutual stimulation of cold and heat, he had a stomachache for a long time afterwards, and he was ill for a long time before he recovered.

Since he became the head of the house, he has never drank so much ice water in one go.

Yan Suiliang shook the cup, but didn't take a fourth sip, "This drink can't be called memory, right?" He said with a smile.

Bitter memories.

The boy still had a mischievous smile on his face, "This drink can awaken the most unforgettable memory on the taste buds. People on this planet named it Taste Bud Excavator."

Yan Suiliang smiled, "It's quite humorous."

The young man said, "It's also a local characteristic. The plants that extract the main ingredients can only survive on this planet."

Kunta picked up the cup and took a sip, with a contented expression on his face, his eyes became brighter, Yan Suiliang looked a little funny, "I'm thinking of something delicious."

The boy shook his head, pretending to be old-fashioned, "Oh, I've eaten too many delicacies. If it weren't for this drink, I really don't know which one is my favorite."

Yan Suiliang asked curiously, "Xiao Kunjie, would you mind telling me about the places you've been to and the food you've eaten?"

Kunta nodded and began to speak slowly. The young man's words were vivid and his expression was rich. Yan Suiliang listened for a while and then said, "I'm hungry even if you speak so eloquently."

Kunta touched the table embarrassingly, "Did I talk too much?"

Yan Suiliang hurriedly said, "How could it be? It's not at work. I'm quite happy to see you so lively in private. Young people should be more lively."

The boy let out a long breath and showed a relaxed smile.

Yan Suiliang asked, "Has Xiao Kun found his next employer yet?"

Kunta shook his head, "Not yet, I can take the next order only after I receive the receipt from the alliance."

He looked at Yan Suiliang, leaned forward, and whispered authentically, "The receipt will only be issued after Mr. Yan has given me a good score."

Yan Suiliang smiled, "Don't worry, I give you full marks."

The boy suddenly became happy, holding a glass, "To thank Mr. Yan, I am treating you to this meal!"

Yan Suiliang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "It's agreed that I'm the one who treats the guests. You're not yet of age, so what should I do if I ask you to treat the guests and tell them what to do. If so, I'll take back the opinion form!"

The two were chatting and laughing, and soon it was midnight, and after a while, the waiter rang the serving bell on the screen again, and brought in a plate of gorgeous flowers, followed by a few people, also holding something in their hands .

The plate was gently placed on the table, and the thick ice cubes underneath exuded a dense white mist. The waiter brought several kinds of dipping sauces and sauces, and said to Yan Suiliang and Kunta, "You two need us help?"

Kunta waved his hand, "No, we can do it ourselves, thank you!"

The waiter smiled and said that the meal was pleasant, and then quietly left.

Kunta skillfully picked out a flower from the empty plate, chose a dipping sauce for Yan Suiliang according to Yan Suiliang's taste, picked two more flowers to match the other two kinds of sauces, and handed it over, " Mr. Yan, try it!"

Yan Suiliang didn't refuse, he picked up a petal and found that the flesh was thick and trembling on the chopsticks, he took a bite and slowly tasted it in his mouth.

The taste is very unique, it is indeed a taste that he has never tasted before, it is very fresh, and it seems to be full of vitality.

The young man said, "Mr. Yan, which one is more delicious than the most profound taste in your memory just now?"

Yan Suiliang was silent for a while, and smiled very bitterly, "In my memory, there is no delicacy comparable to this, and there is no delicacy worth remembering."

What he could remember was not a good taste, so much so that he didn't want to take another sip of that drink.

Kunta silently took a sip of the drink, swallowed the strong taste of Chinese medicine in his mouth, and said in his heart, just to remind you of the sad past.

But he showed a surprised expression, "How come, Mr. Yan, aren't you the head of the family?"

Yan Suiliang smiled very gently, "I am not born to be the head of the family, and..." The unfinished words were drowned in the sound of running water on the screen.

Even if he became the head of the family, he didn't take control of his life very quickly, but he was just a bird that was not free in a cage made of gold.

The dishes were finished quickly.

Kunta looked at the time, "Mr. Yan, it's time for us to go to the airport."

Yan Suiliang sat in his seat without moving, he was silent for a while, raised his head, looked at the young man, and asked the question hidden in his heart.

"Xiao Kun, if, I mean, if it's possible, can you accompany me for another trip?"