Text Volume 409 The Uninvited Guest on Christmas Eve

Candies, hot chocolate, and ginger cookies allow everyone who is still at the table to fill their stomachs in advance.

Cong Nianwei was frying traditional American mince pies on the burning stove. If it weren't for a group of people's sudden whim, they insisted on having a traditional festival, and everyone might as well cook Chinese food directly.

Baking powder and salt are added to the crust of the pie, but softened margarine is also added, just like the leek box that Chinese people love to eat in the morning, wrapping onion meat, vegetables and butter-fried fillings.

It's just that the leek box is put into the frying pan of fried fritters, and it can be taken out of the pan after frying until golden and transparent, but this minced meat pie has to wait for the turkey in the oven to come out, and then test it inside. Ten minutes.

Ding... The button for controlling the time automatically tripped, and Qin Guan, wearing isolation gloves, dragged the tray of a giant turkey weighing several kilograms out of the oven.

On the large white porcelain plate, its delicious food fell, and the decoration of rose petals on the side also lost its bright color under the taste of chicken full of light butter and pepper seasoning.

Fat and fat chicken, but there is no drop of fat around it. It can be seen that the grill is full of fire, and the essence of the meat is locked in it.

The golden skin, as the temperature in the room drops, emits its unique "crackling" oily crackling sound. It doesn't take anyone to try it, and they will know how crispy and fragrant this layer of sebum will be.

The two brothers Baptiste and Batisler carefully lifted the long plate and placed it on top of the giant dining table.

The Christmas present Joseph had brought, a tablecloth with a beautifully embroidered silver border, was being spread on it, but it still couldn't hide the charm of this turkey.

"Ouch! It hurts!" Before Coulibaly's black claws reached into the turkey plate, his black skin and white tablecloth exposed his behavior.

And what drew him was the crystal scepter he gave to Cong Nianwei. As a gift from a local tyrant, Becerra is now holding it in his hand and using it as a spear of judgment.

When the browned minced meat patties and the rich and fragrant polenta were served on the table, the eyes of the diners beside the tables and chairs were already green.

"Well, shall we thank God at the dinner table or something?"

"Thank you for what? Thank Mother Earth for giving me food? Or thank China's Mantian Gods and Buddhas, let's not play tricks."

"Then let's start..."

The speech here has not even started yet, but the other side has started to grasp. Who said that the most elegant table manners originated in England and France?

Those two huge chicken legs were being held in the hands of brothers Baptiste and Le, one left and one right.

Joseph was heartbroken, even his tall stature couldn't defeat the framing of the shameless person. When anyone's palm was about to grab the target, and the other party's saliva was spitting, he would withdraw his palm.

The power of biochemical weapons cannot be resisted by ordinary people!

When Qin Guan went to the kitchen to warm up and stir the red wine with brown sugar, orange peel, almonds and raisins, and then served the Christmas Eve red wine with a little vodka.

This turkey is halfway down.

The transparent glasses were filled one by one, and there was not a drop of wine stains left in the small milk pot. Friends who are full of wine and food, drink a glass of wine, it is really fragrant and warm.

"I said…"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh...Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to those whom he loves..."

The choir members came out... Seven or eight singing groups dressed up like Santa Claus on a tour appeared in the community where Qin Guan was renting.

"well…"

"Tark the herald angle private ng..."

The singing on the street is one after another. You must know that among these groups of people or groups, few of them are professional singers. This is a trick for a group of amateurs to take advantage of this opportunity to get together with friends.

The people in the room were pierced by the magic sound, letting this group of tourists from other lands know that today is destined to be a sleepless night.

After fulfilling their mission, the lonely wrapping papers temporarily lay in the corner of the room, suitable and inappropriate Christmas gifts, neatly arranged by Cong Nianwei.

The noise on the street made this **** kid plan to stay up late and work, but a late-night tenant unexpectedly slammed on the door of his house.

The exquisite porcelain doll stood at the door of Qin Guan's house with an indifferent expression and her loyal Dashi.

"Uh Merry Christmas Eve..."

Before Qin Guan's words fell, the two uninvited guests walked into Qin Guan's den Shi Shiran.

"I'm sorry to trouble you Qin Guanjun, I just need to stay here for one night and leave..."

What? Cong Nianwei's head peeked out from the room, his eyes were as wide as a brass bell like a black cat sheriff.

"Qin Guan? Is she?"

"Hehehe...the president of the Japanese fan club, I met when I went to Japan to accept the award..."

Cong Nianwei frowned, and before she could utter any questioning words, she saw the mountain-like fat man next to her kneel down on Qin Guan's tiled floor with a plop.

"Mr. Qin, please take him in! Please!"

Scared me, just stayed at my house for one night, don't you want to be so scary, I thought you were going to stage an ancient warrior's seppuku here.

If the price for letting Miss Qin Guanrong take in is to commit seppuku, Dashi might really be able to do it.

I don't know what the New York police thought. On the eve of Christmas Eve, they quietly took over the Yamaguchi family's stronghold in New York, but they didn't arrest their own young lady.

When Han Zhuojiu led a group of desperadoes, combined with the figures of Mexico and Italy, and killed all the brothers of the company.

Kaoru Yamaguchi suddenly discovered that he had nowhere to go in New York.

Failure is not terrible, what is terrible is that even the foundation has been uprooted...

She immediately thought of Qin Guan, the Chinese man who had found out where he lived when she first came to New York, but never bothered him.

As long as this night is passed safely, the plane tomorrow will take her back, and she doesn't intend to come to New York anymore.

The mafia supported by the government has long forgotten the power of the law of the jungle.

America is not for the Japanese.

In the embarrassing little room, this big fat man dressed in black and smelling of blood knelt on the ground, and the girl with an indifferent expression on her face tilted her head and her eyes were black and white.

Qin Guan is not a fool, and naturally he didn't want Cong Nianwei to worry, so he picked up the phone on the table and said something softly. (To be continued.)

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