Chapter 772 Love on the Tennis Court 43

"You two okay?"

As soon as these words came out, the scene was once very embarrassing.

"No, I don't have such a relationship with Mr. Feng." In the end, it was Su Li who denied it first.

For some reason, Feng Mo felt unhappy.

Originally, when he heard Su Li call him Mr. Feng, he thought it was a bit of a different kind of fun, but now the title revealed a sense of alienation.

Old man Shen looked at Su Li, who had a calm face, and then at Feng Mo, whose face was a little downcast, his heart was clear.

When his old man had never been young!

But, the young man was a little shy, so he didn't expose it.

Putting his chubby man on the ground, Old Man Shen stood up, "Thread and thread."

After Su Li opened the ball bag and took out the few rackets with broken strings inside, old man Shen's eyes immediately widened.

"This, this, this... What do you use the beat for, so bad it has become such a virtue?"

Su Li looked at the racket, and it was indeed too rotten, not to mention the middle was broken, it seemed to have been smashed with something, and the net cables were all messily entangled.

"It was a prank." She sighed and said.

Old man Shen frowned when he heard the words, and snorted, "Is there still such a prank these days? It really opened the old man's eyes."

Su Li and Feng Mo looked at each other without speaking.

The old man removed all the strings and started to put on new strings. He has been doing this work for decades, and he knows all the steps by heart, and the original owner Jian Xiaoxiao also customized the racket here before, so it is easier to thread it. Because he knows the weight she is used to, the method of hitting the ball, and some small movements of hitting the ball.

While old man Shen was threading, Su Li and Feng Mo had already chatted.

After all, Feng Mo is the former number one in the world, and his experience and experience in competitions are unmatched by ordinary people. In the process of chatting, Su Li is like a dry sponge, quickly absorbing these unexpected or unknown knowledge.

As the sun set, old man Shen finally put on all the strings, "here, be careful in the future. Young people nowadays..." He shook his head, with a trace of disdain in his vicissitudes of life, "you shameless !"

"Don't worry, it won't happen in the future." Su Li took her bag and said solemnly.

"Well, it's getting late, you two should stay and have dinner." Old man Shen stretched his waist, as if he was a little tired, "Your Grandma Shen cooked the secret beef stew herself."

Su Li's eyes lit up. In the memory of the original owner, Jian Xiaoxiao, this grandma Shen was a superb cook. It is said that her ancestor was an imperial cook, and she cooked good dishes, especially the secret beef stew, which was simply a masterpiece in the world.

It was rare for Feng Mo to show his expectation for the food, after all, the taste of the beef was really indescribably delicious.

So, two young people, an old man, and a chubby little man snoring while lying on the sofa closed the shop door and ran back to the small house in the backyard to wait for dinner.

Su Li sat at the dining table and waited for the meal while thinking, this old man Shen's family is also very rich. Although this yard is in an alley, it is also in the city center, and the house price is frighteningly high. Even twenty years later, this house is not affordable for ordinary people.

But think about it, how can someone who has some friendship with Jian's family and Fengmo be an ordinary person?

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