"Old man, have you recognized the wrong person? You can't be so dirty and innocent! What girl? If my wife hears this, would it be fine? You can't kneel on the washboard when you go back!" Han Lan replied half-jokingly.

Seeing that he was still pretending, Old Master Tan also smiled and shook his head: "Little brother, his appearance can be changed, but his eyes cannot."

Han Lan secretly held the chopsticks tightly: This old man is not simple!

"Come on, please give me your roast duck!" The waiter in a uniform with a jacket shouted with a smile, and took Han Lan's roast duck to the table.

Han Lan also reacted and grinned.

Yes, am I sick? No matter how simple he is, old man Jian is, I have already washed away now. At worst, I can see through my identity and be blocked by fans and sing on the street.

"Oh, it seems that little brother is counting that I'm coming? He actually ordered two roast ducks?"

Mr. Tan didn't know if he noticed Han Lan's change in expression just now, and he still smiled intimately, pulled out his chopsticks to pick up the roast duck in front of Han Lan.

With a "kick", Mr. Tan's chopsticks were stopped by Han Lan with chopsticks.

"Sorry, my man, I have a little bit of food, you have to order something else." Han Lan said with a smile.

Mr. Tan smiled, turned his wrist and broke away the chopsticks, clamped a piece of good duck meat below, but then Han Lan knocked it down.

Mr. Tan still smiled, clamped again, and Han Lan stopped him again.

He clamped again, and Han Lan stopped him again.

The two of them were getting faster and faster, and they kept colliding on a plate of roast duck like two swords, making it difficult to tell the difference for a while.

The waiter next to him who was about to serve side dishes was stunned: Just a piece of duck meat, what's the matter?

"Ahem, uncle, why don't you order one? I remember you came to play the table, not with this big brother, right?" The waiter was quite reasonable and did not force Han Lan to give in to the old man.

After he reminded him, Mr. Tan also smiled and took back his chopsticks: "Okay, come on a roast duck."

"Okay, okay, wait a moment, I'll ask the master to give you a piece!" Seeing that the two of them stopped snatching them, the waiter smiled and put the side dishes on, and trotted to the kitchen to urge the roast duck.

Han Lan didn't care about his eyes, and took the lotus leaf cake to roll roast duck for himself.

This kind of old man should not give him too much face.

md(▼Dish▼#)…

"Little brother, didn't you see you bringing a little girlfriend last time? Why? Is it dumped for bragging too much?" Mr. Tan said with a smile again.

"You are nonsense, you are? I didn't chase him at all, why were you dumped?"

Mr. Tan smiled: "You little guy is a bit interesting."

"Haha, you old guy is pretty boring to speak."

Han Lan didn't look like an idol at all. She stuffed the rolled roast duck into her mouth and looked at the strange old man sitting opposite her: "Old man, I probably don't know me after hearing what you said, right? We just had a crush on this store last time. As for how to test me like this?"

"Hahaha, it's rare to see such an interesting young man like you these days. I didn't pay attention to it last time, but I just thought it was interesting to brag and not to draft. I met it again tonight and realized that you, a kid, have a lot of things."

"Oh." Han Lan rolled himself a double portion of duck meat, rolled it with green onion slices, cucumber strips, sweet noodle sauce, and then stuffed it into her mouth.

"Why don't you put Hami melon?" Mr. Tan asked very seriously.

Han Lan ignored him.

Mr. Tan talked about the topic again: "Is the disguise good?"

"Have you seen too much martial arts? How can you disguise yourself?" Han Lan rolled her eyes.

He knew that the old man who pretended to be like this might be the setting of a paranormal expert, but the one he was the most unlucky was a paranormal expert, and he had never been killed before.

What to install?

Mr. Tan smiled and shook his head: "Last time in this store, I heard you brag about what big star you are, but I don't think it looks like you no matter how you look at it."

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

"Like a soldier." Old Mr. Tan's mouth raised slightly, "Bandit soldier."

Han Lan pulled a duck and chewed it: "Then you guessed it wrong. I'm really a star."

"What star?"

"Photographers, singing."

"You have to be able to practice Tai Chi when filming and singing?"

Han Lan couldn't help but pause, and did not respond, silently threw the bones in her hand on the table.

"I can see from the method of transporting chopsticks just now that the Tai Chi technique is mixed with other things, which will be a bit mixed, little brother."

"When you are filming, you have to learn a little anything." Han Lan said with a smile.

Mr. Tan also smiled and said, "If you want to learn authentic things, you can't do this Tai Chi. Tsk, but I see that you are a martial arts genius. It just so happens that I have a set of authentic Tai Chi here. Why don't you invite me to have a roast duck and I will 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 meat in front of him, and then was stopped by Han Lan.

"Old man, I've given you a face, right? I'll get to know myself when I come up? I want to use Tai Chi to trick me into eating roast duck?"

"It's also authentic Tai Chi, where did you come from now on?"

Mr. Tan's mouth twitched, but fortunately the waiter brought his roast duck over at this time, so there was no attack.

"I'm sure I won't learn?"

"If you don't learn, what are you learning Tai Chi these days?" Han Lan curled her lips.

Mr. Tan was slightly stunned, then laughed at himself: "Yes, what are you learning Tai Chi."

The two of them started to have a feast, but didn't chat for a while. Finally, Mr. Tan talked to him first, "I heard you sing? I can learn a little bit of music, can I learn it?"

"Don't learn."

"I won't take your roast duck this time, I have it myself."

Han Lan hesitated for a moment, and then saw Mr. Tan grab a chopstick in one hand and sing as he knocked on the bowl:

“Yun Ranran

Grass fiber

Who lives in seclusion in the mountain

Hookah cold

Stream road dangerous

Half a blue curtain

Wuli Peach Blossom Shop

…”

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

"Old man, are you going to teach me to knock on the bowl?"

"Ah? Hahaha..."

The old and the young suddenly looked at each other and smiled. The guests at other tables around him still noticed this place, only feeling that two crazy people were talking.

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

"A laughter in the sea

The surging tide between the straits

Floating and rising with the waves

Only remember today's day

The sky smiles

Trends in the world

Whoever loses wins

God knows

…”

Now it was Mr. Tan's turn to be stunned, and then a surprise arose: "This song..."

"Canghai laughed and sang casually. Old man, eat slowly, I packed the roast duck for my prospective girlfriend back."

Han Lan smiled and pulled two wet tissues to wipe her mouth and hands, got up and went to the front desk to pack the roast duck.

Humph, pretend to be 13 in front of me?

"Little brother, what's your name?" Mr. Tan shouted from behind.

"My surname is Han, Yiping is flat!"
Chapter completed!