Douluo mainland: I am Qian Renxue's fiancé

Chapter 22 Barbeque Master Qian Daoliu

Bang bang bang.

A jade hand gently patted Zi Jun's arm, with a somewhat resentful tone.

"Get up! You lazy idiot! The game is over, are you still sleeping?"

Qian Renxue put her hands on her hips, puffed out her pretty cheeks, and looked down at Zi Jun.

He raised his hand to rub his eyes and yawned with relief.

He stood up and stretched, turning his head to look at Qian Renxue and said teasingly.

"Wow! Xue'er's expression is so cute that it's a bit foul, hehe! I don't know what's going on, but as long as Xue'er isn't around, I get sleepy easily. Let's take a walk! Let's go eat barbecue!"

Zi Jun took Qian Renxue's hand and walked towards the exit of the stands.

"Are you going to have barbecue with grandpa again? I should have stopped you from teaching grandpa how to barbecue in the first place! And what kind of beer is that? You can't think of that!"

I saw Golden Crocodile Douluo sitting aside, holding a mutton skewer in his left hand and a glass full of beer in his right hand, enjoying a delicious meal.

"I don't know if there are more. Anyway, my grandson-in-law has a great background! If Xueer can marry him, I agree with both hands."

"Look! Everyone has the same idea as me. Now you know why I don't bake it myself? Hehe!"

Picked up a large skewer of grilled lamb on the plate and took a bite.

Even the dream of unifying the continent was put aside because of Zijun's existence.

A wisp of white smoke floated out from the courtyard on the left side of the yard.

Zijun joked.

After finishing speaking, Zi Jun took two more skewers of kebabs and sat next to Golden Crocodile Douluo to enjoy them.

A strong smell of meat spreads in the courtyard with the wind.

He was afraid that these three beasts would attack the last three skewers of roasted lamb again!

Qian Daoliu took Qian Renxue's hand and walked over, looked at Zi Jun and said flatteringly.

Qian Daoliu caressed Qian Renxue's little head lovingly.

"If I could eat the Pope's kebabs and beer every day, this Golden Crocodile Douluo wouldn't have to scream! Hehe!"

While speaking, Qian Daoliu raised his foot and kicked Golden Crocodile Douluo who was about to steal the meal.

In the sky.

Hearing the familiar voice, Qian Daoliu looked up happily.

Patiently flipping the mutton skewers on the grill, Qian Daoliu raised the corners of his mouth and his eyes were full of endearment.

"Golden Crocodile Douluo, let me ask you, do you think your own roast is more delicious, or the old Pope's roast is more delicious?"

After a while.

A voice that didn't sound very smart came over.

"There's no point in flattering me! You've eaten so many skewers! You might as well change your name to Rice Tong Douluo."

Hearing Zi Jun's teasing words, Golden Crocodile Douluo grinned and nodded with a silly smile.

Pick up the cumin from the ingredient plate and sprinkle it on the surface of the lamb skewers on the grill.

This scene had always been an unattainable dream for her.

Speaking of Xiao Hui, Qian Daoliu shook his head, smiled, and answered while fiddling with the skewers.

The latter patted his butt nonchalantly and asked with a hint of curiosity.

Qian Renxue turned her head and looked up at Zi Jun, who was a head taller than her.

Seeing everyone's happy atmosphere, Qian Renxue sat on the exclusive chair.

"You're the only one who's smart! How old is grandpa, and you still order him around! Can't you bake it yourself?"

The aroma of fresh, tender and juicy meat fills your entire mouth instantly.

"I asked you, why don't you show some shame! Those ten skewers were baked by me for Xue'er! Let me spit them out! A bunch of freeloading bastards!"

While speaking, I didn't forget to roll my eyes at Zijun.

Old God Zi Jun walked to the barbecue grill with his hands behind his back, minding his own business.

After scratching the back of his head in embarrassment, Golden Crocodile Douluo smiled naively.

"Come on! When I taught you, if you want to eat a bunch, I gave you my soul bone in exchange for it! If I gave it to you all at once, what if you went on strike?"

"grandfather!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo, who was sitting on a chair and immersed in his rice, answered without any hesitation.

"The Pope's roast is delicious!"

"Xue'er is back? Ouch! She has grown a lot taller. She will soon catch up with grandpa."

Golden Crocodile Douluo picked up a bunch of pork belly on the plate and gave it a thumbs up while eating.

"Xue'er and the others will definitely come over soon. This is prepared for my granddaughter. If you want to eat it, bake it yourself!"

In the past six years, Qian Daoliu, who has completely retired, no longer interferes in the internal affairs of Wuhun Hall.

The longing look on his face is like a dick.

"Okay! I didn't expect you to be so good and discerning!"

Shaking his head with a wry smile, Qian Daoliu didn't care, walked to the grill and started doing it again.

"Your Majesty the Pope, what do you think this Young Master Zi Jun is like? The strength of his guard is really abnormal!"

no way!

Who said that his grandson-in-law was too powerful? If he objected, even if all the soul masters in the continent came together, they wouldn't be enough for him.

He put the mutton skewers in his hands on the plate and walked over.

In the courtyard, Qian Daoliu frowned and chased Zi Jun and the others with a fruit knife.

With a chuckle, Zi Jun did not answer, but turned to look at Golden Crocodile Douluo and asked.

Snapped!

Raising his hand to slap away Golden Crocodile Douluo's hand, Qian Daoliu warned with a look of disgust.

So! If we don’t ruin it now, when will we wait?

He half-bent over and held his chin in his hands, his face filled with happiness.

He took out the soul bone of the flying soul beast from the system space and threw it to Qian Daoliu.

The yard is filled with all kinds of pleasing flowers, plants and trees.

Xiao Hui, wearing a large sacrificial attire, flew over.

In the north courtyard of Wuhun Palace, a manor covering an area of ​​5,000 square meters is located there.

Turning his head to look at Zi Jun who was coming towards him, Qian Daoliu greeted him with a hearty laugh.

Just when a few people were enjoying the barbecue service of the old pope of Wuhun Palace.

After chewing a few times and swallowing, he raised his head and looked at Qian Daoliu who refused.

"Your Majesty the Pope, your craftsmanship is getting better and better."

"Except for the soul beasts, as long as they can be roasted, I have bought them all, and now I will eat them all!"

"Old man, I'm here to eat and drink again. What ingredients have you prepared today?"

"You brat, don't be stingy! I still have two hundred thousand year flying beast soul bones to complete the set, why don't you just give them all?"

"Young Master! I knew you would come here! You are a freeloader and you don't even call me! That's too much!"

While the two were chatting, a female voice as crisp as an oriole came over.

"I think he really likes it. You haven't seen how he enjoys it. I'm jealous!"

Without even saying hello, he immediately put a bunch of roast mutton on the plate as soon as he landed, sat down next to Zijun and started enjoying it.

Seeing Zi Jun's expression of needing a beating, Qian Renxue glared at him and said angrily.

Besides, now that Zi Jun is in Wuhun Palace, no one can destroy Wuhun Palace no matter how the times change.

Now it has become a reality one by one.

Outside the gate of Shrek Academy, there was a sweet girl wearing a pink dress and a pair of bunny ears on her head.

He jumped towards the direction of the college.

"Is this the human world? Hehe! Xiaojun's brother Xiaowu is here to find you!"

(End of chapter)