striker cool brother

Chapter 209 Visit
"What, going to Cheng's house as a guest?"

In Pixie's apartment in London, Rosie cried out.

While choosing clothes, Pixie said casually: "Mrs. Cheng taught me how to cook before, and I promised her that I will take you to visit with me."

"And she didn't say anything?" Rosie asked.

Pixie was trying on a leather jacket, and took a look in front of the mirror, frowning slightly, then took it off, and turned to face Rosie.

"Mrs. Cheng is very nice. I have learned cooking skills from her for so long, so I have to express my gratitude. There is an old saying among you, courtesy is reciprocal."

"Luo, what do you think I should wear tomorrow?"

Rossi, who had seen the infinite scenery, leaned against the door and said lightly: "It's good to be simple and decent. That white windbreaker and boots are good. It looks good and keeps warm."

Pixie was a little frustrated, standing in front of her boyfriend wearing only her underwear, he was actually discussing with herself what clothes to wear tomorrow.

She was even wondering if she wasn't attractive enough to attract her boyfriend's attention.

"Then help me choose!"

Pixie hugged Rosie's arm and rubbed her chest.

Rossi came to the cloakroom, pulled her hand out of Pixie's arms, and carefully selected clothes.

"Just this dress, put it in such a conspicuous position, didn't you see it?"

Pixie got a little angry, snatched the clothes with a little emotion, and tried on the clothes with complicated thoughts.

The two have been getting along for almost a year, and their relationship is stable, there are no conflicts, everything is fine, and the last step is missing.

As a woman, Pixie gave all the hints she could give, but Rosie seemed to ignore it.

Are oriental men so reserved?

"Luo, let's have some drinks at night, I'm finally on vacation."

Since you don't take the initiative, then my wife will take the initiative.

There won't be any games these days, so drinking a little wine won't affect much, Rossi nodded in agreement.

Pixie, who seemed to have a pair of devil wings growing out of her back, excitedly went to the bar in the living room, ignored the wine, and took a bottle of high-quality whiskey.

See if I can't kill you tonight?

Pixie knew that Rosie seldom drank, so it was easy to put him down.

In order to make it easier to drink, Pixie also added auxiliary materials such as fruit juice and lemon to remove the strongness of the wine itself.

"You can also make cocktails?" Rossi was a little surprised, it smelled good.

Just learned, enough to bring you down.

"Ro, cheers!"

"Cheers, good taste!"

Drink it, drink it, the better it is, the better it is.

One cocktail after another, Pixie's consciousness gradually blurred.

When she regained consciousness, it was almost noon, and she was lying on the huge bed, and the quilt around her was cold.

It seems that Rosie has been up for a long time.

And she could vaguely smell the aroma of food.

Eh, no, wait!
Didn't he want to get Rossi drunk last night? Why did he lie down first?

And there is a faint fragrance on the body, did you take a bath?
When was this, why did I have no memory at all!
What the hell happened last night?
During the meal time, Pixie hesitated again and again before mustering up the courage to ask about what happened last night.

It turned out that after getting drunk, Pixie clamored to wash the incense and sleep with Rossi.

Rosie had no choice but to do it for her, and then carried her back to the bed.

Pixie, who was already a little embarrassed, turned red like blood in an instant.

It's over, this time there is no image at all.

"Luo, don't you don't drink, why were you so strong last night?"

Rossi took a bowl of warm porridge and said, "If you don't drink it, it doesn't mean you can't drink it. My family used to make wine."

In the afternoon, the two went to the home of Cheng Dong, the owner of Cheng's Restaurant.

Rossi drove, like an old driver, shuttling through the streets of London.

Although it has entered winter, the streets are still bustling with activity.

After a while, the car stopped in front of a villa.

"So fast?" Pixie was a little surprised, and said, "Luo, you are very familiar with the streets of London!"

Rossi said: "I grew up in London. I only went to Leicester after I went to university."

When the two came to the apartment and opened the door, Pixie took out her mobile phone and said, "Mrs. Cheng gave me a temporary password and asked me to come in directly when I arrive. I'll look for it..."

Drop drop drop~
Ding Dong!

door, opened.

Pixie looked shocked and said, "Luo, how do you know the temporary password? Did you peek at my phone last night?"

Rossi touched her head and said, "Silly girl, I haven't seen what you are doing, go in!"

Pixie recalled the embarrassing scene last night, and her pretty face turned red again.

Although the Chinese-style courtyard is small, there are all kinds of pavilions, rockery and flower gardens, which are unique and scattered, and have a different taste.

"Mr. Cheng's family has an elegant quality of life." Pixie couldn't help boasting.

Those who can arrange the courtyard so exquisitely must have pursuit of life and open-mindedness.

After Pixie rang the doorbell, a voice came from the speaker at the door: "The Cheng family, who is it?"

"Mrs. Cheng, it's me!"

"Oh, it's Miss Lotter, please come in!"

despair!
After the door of the house was slowly opened, the hall was covered by a Chinese-style screen.

After the two walked around, Rossi took out two pairs of slippers from the shoe cabinet next to her.

"Luo, this is so rude!" Pixie stopped, "How can you tamper with someone's shoe cabinet without the owner's consent?"

While changing his shoes, Rossi said, "If you don't change your shoes, you just go in like this, wouldn't it be even more rude?"

"But it must be approved by the master!"

At this time, Mrs. Cheng came over and said with a smile: "Miss Lott, come in quickly, don't be too polite, treat it like your own home!"

Rossi showed a look of "let me tell you", and said, "Pixie picked some fruits and gifts for you."

Mrs. Cheng ignored him, walked straight to Pixie, and said, "Let's put it in the kitchen, I want to have a conversation with Miss Lotter."

With that, Rosie was sent off to the kitchen.

"Is Mr. Cheng not here?" Pixie asked.

Mrs. Cheng said: "He won't be back until later. Let my girl and Rossi make dinner, and you can chat with me for a while."

Let guests cook?
The Chinese are not hospitable, how can they let the guests cook and take it for granted.

However, if Rossi's food can be recognized by the Cheng family, wouldn't it be a credit to himself?
"But, I worry about him..."

"Don't worry, let the young people do it. My girl's cooking is not bad."

I'm not worried about this, I'm worried about him and your girl.

I haven't even cooked with Luo yet.

Pixie looked jealously, stretching her neck from time to time, looking in the direction of the kitchen.

Absent-minded, she pretended to go to the gap in the bathroom and sneaked to the kitchen.

Rossi and Mrs. Cheng's daughter seemed to be having a good chat, and the distance between them was still a little close.

"Miss Lotter, come quickly!" Mrs. Cheng called her, "I have an old record here. A Yao, bring us two cups of coffee."

"Okay, Mom!"

After a while, Mrs. Cheng's daughter finally showed up.

The daughter of the Cheng family looked very quiet, with a high ponytail, and said softly, "Miss Lotter, your coffee!"

Pixie stared at her, even she felt that such a girl must be very popular in school.

Does Rossi like such quiet traditional oriental women?
(End of this chapter)