All Stars Are My Food Fans

Before entering the family, Mrs. Aier also introduced to Jiang Qiuqiu who she was going to meet.

He is the same as Lao Yuan. He may be more jumpy, and he is a very interesting person.

You can call him Grandpa Fang, or Uncle Fang.

? Why can we still use... or?

Mrs. Aier received Jiang Qiuqiu's suspicious gaze, and laughed twice: He is an old man.

After speaking, the two saw a small courtyard with a single door.

It is much smaller than the original home I saw last time. There are no flower beds in the house. The building has only two floors. The decoration style is not gorgeous. It can only be said to be ordinary. Compared with the starry sky where I live, it is still small some.

Mrs. Eyre should also come here often. There was no one in the yard. She walked to the wall clock on the right side of the courtyard wall, and struck the wall clock with a small hammer a few times, and only one person came out of the room.

At first sight of him, Jiang Qiuqiu knew why Mrs. Ayer said she could be called either Grandpa Fang or Uncle Fang.

Because there are two contradictions in the person who came out.

His facial features are still young, and the small details on his face make him look only in his forties, but the black and white hair on his temples makes him look older.

From a rather temperamental middle-aged uncle to a rather young grandpa...

Nothing more than that.

Sister El, are you here? Fang Ping smiled and looked quite sunny.

In this way, he does not look like a general who has retreated from the battlefield.

If you don't come again, you have to urge people. Don't you like urging people the most?

If it's you, I'd still be willing to wait. After chatting, he looked over his head, Didn't you say that you brought a very special healer to give me a happy healing method today? Didn't you come?

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Jiang Tweet again: Is this your new little apprentice, eldest sister? Which little girl is it? She's really kind.

You are mistaken.

Mrs. Al shook her head: She's not here to be an apprentice today, she's the very special spiritual healer I told you.

...

Fang Ping was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Jiang Qiuqiu carefully.

Hair is like a cloud of mist, black is natural, and the face is really young, without wrinkles, full of collagen, a real young man, not well-maintained.

so--

Sister El, I know it's my fault for not drinking nutrient solution, but don't lie to me?

I didn't lie to you, the remuneration has been negotiated, how could I lie to you. Mrs. Eyre asked him, Are the ingredients you want ready?

Fang Ping nodded.

Qiuqiu, let Grandpa Fang see your real skills.

...What Grandpa Fang! Fang Ping refused to admit that he was a grandfather. I'm only 108 years old this year, and I'm only half-dead, so I should be called Uncle Fang.

Jiang Qiuqiu couldn't help raising his lips when he heard this.

Uncle Fang, where is your kitchen, can you take me there?

!

Okay, I'll take you there first. The little girl was so good at talking, he decided not to say anything even if the treatment was not good.

It is very simple to make a feast outside, and the dishes made this time are exactly the same as the last time, which is even easier.

Jiang Qiuqiu immediately started to do it.

Her appearance in the kitchen is very pleasing to the eye, and at first glance, she is a trainee and a skilled hand.

Fang Ping watched this scene, and countless possibilities flashed through his mind. Finally, he turned to look at Mrs. Ayre, his face full of hesitation.