Chapter 1459: Boating on the Lake 4
"Mother Moon is eighty feet tall. She rides a white horse and carries a foreign knife. The foreign knife is sharp, so she cuts cabbages. When the cabbages are old, she cuts cotton-padded jackets. When the cotton-padded jackets are soft, she cuts purple lotus. When the purple lotus is purple, she cuts sesame seeds. When the sesame seeds are puffy, she cuts bean sprouts. When the bean sprouts are bean, she cuts bacon. When the bacon is salty, she cuts bitter melon. When the bitter melon is bitter, she cuts a tiger. When the tiger glares, she gets four plates and eight bowls!"
Lu Erxiong twisted his butt and waved his little hands, occasionally making a face to scare Dun Dun and Zhuang Zhuang. A rowboat slowly approached them, and hearty laughter was heard.
Feng Qingxue turned her head and saw Luo Cheng, Luo Xiaobao and Luo Peng, with guards beside them.
"Fubao!" Luo Peng waved his hands vigorously, his face smiling brightly, and his teeth were particularly white and bright.
Fubao muttered "you bastard" and turned his back to him.
Luo Cheng leaned on his walking stick, leaned forward and smiled, "Erxiong, what are you singing? It's so beautiful. Sing it again for grandpa. Grandpa will take you to eat roast duck at Quanjude. I've already asked someone to reserve a seat. Xiaoxue, don't refuse. After this meal, I have to take Xiaobao to live with his uncle for a while."
Lu Erxiong looked at Feng Qingxue, and when he saw her nod, he quickly repeated it.
Luo Cheng grasped this point. He heard Xibao mention it once when he was rescued by Feng Qingxue after he fell ill, and he remembered it.
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The speed of speech is as fast as a machine gun.
When Feng Qingxue was packing two duck racks, Luo Cheng winked at a guard, who understood and made an excuse to go out for a while, and came back with a greasy roast duck that had just come out of the oven.
"I've finished singing. Grandpa Luo, you have to keep your word and treat us all to roast duck!" Lu Erxiong rushed straight to Luo Cheng without any courtesy, opened his two hands, curled up only one thumb and shook it, "Grandpa, grandma, mom and aunt, there are nine of us in total, so we can eat nine ducks!"
Luo Cheng smiled and said, "Okay, grandpa will buy you as many as you want to eat!" A roast duck costs eight yuan, and ten are only eighty yuan, which is less than half a month's pension for him.
He had booked a private room long ago and filled a large table with people.
Feng Qingxue would not indulge him, and hurriedly said to Luo Cheng: "Quanjude Roast Duck is in short supply, we must not do such a disgusting thing, I can take one of the two remaining duck racks back to make soup for them."
The boatman obeyed Luo Cheng's command and went ashore with their boat.
Lu Erxiong waved his hand and said, "Take it home and continue eating!"
"Let's go!" Lu Erxiong said happily.
Luo Cheng smiled and said, "Take them all back. We will leave in the afternoon."
One duck, three ways of eating it. The triplets Dundun and Erxiong ate the meat, and Zhuangzhuang drank the soup. However, seeing his older brothers and sisters eating with relish, he finally asked Feng Qingxue to give him a roll of duck meat with sweet sauce, but without onions.
They had originally planned to eat out at noon, so they carried lunch boxes with them.
"Lu Erxiong, we only ate four, what should we do with the remaining five?" Luo Cheng teased him.
Although Lu Erxiong kept saying that he wanted to eat nine ducks, in fact, four roast ducks were enough to fill everyone up, including several guards, and there were two duck bones left over for soup.
The boat had been floating on the lake for nearly an hour. The children had already had their fill and were only thinking about eating roast duck. Since the Quanjude restaurant was always crowded, they had never had a proper meal of roast duck.
"Old comrade, look at you!" Feng Qingxue was helpless.
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"It's okay, it's okay, take it back and give it to the child as a dinner snack!" Luo Cheng said with a smile.
A group of people walked out of the box, and a few people also came out from the next door. One of the middle-aged women stared at Feng Qingyun, who was walking in front holding her niece, and asked, "Are you Feng Qingyun?" Her tone and attitude were quite rude.
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