Hunting College - Vol 5.2 Chapter 224

Remember [New] for a second,! When Zheng Qing was embarrassed and embarrassed by the sharp words of the mansion owner, Poseidon finally came to the restaurant and gave the young wizard a chance to breathe.

The little fox originally walked in elegant fox trots, with its tail raised, and entered the restaurant upright. But when he saw Zheng Qing sitting beside Su Shijun, he suddenly broke his power and screamed, and swooped into the wizard’s arms, chirping about how hard it was, getting up at six o’clock every day, and ten o’clock every day. I have to sleep before, so to speak.

The wizard has feelings in his heart, but he can’t promise anything, so he can only scratch the ears of the little fox to show comfort.

Ding Ding Ding!

The sound of the silver spoon hitting the glass interrupted the brief confusion, Su Shijun glanced at Poseidon, did not speak, just cleared his throat.

The little fox originally wanted to struggle a bit and continued to stay in the wizard’s arms, but was sent to the side by a pair of big hands, and was forced to sit down.

The witch gave the wizard a satisfied look and nodded slightly.

Zheng Qing completely ignored the mournful eyes of the little fox next to him, and gave the witch a big smile.

Accompanied by the knocks of ‘ding ding’ just now, the fox maids filed in, each holding a silver plate, and took turns to serve the host and the guests.

The head maid Su Man leaned over and introduced the dishes in a low voice in Zheng Qing’s ear.

In front of the boy is Mexican cheese with olive oil, bacon and asparagus rolls, pepper-flavored lamb chops, served with sweet red wine at room temperature; in front of the witch is goat cheese with bitter lettuce leaves, **** pumpkin puree, beauty pepper, boiled shrimp, served with Chilled white wine.

In front of the little fox was a plate of warm milk with a few raw eggs in it.

“What a waste, what a waste.”

The young public fee student was a little uneasy in his seat, and whispered: “I just said it, just do whatever you want…”

“Anytime the most complicated dish.”

Su Shijun stirred the pumpkin puree in the plate in front of him with a spoon, and replied slowly: “The casualness of the guests means that the chef needs to make a reasonable match according to the identity, gender, and preferences of the guests. Relatively speaking, a boiled cabbage or a piece of French It’s very easy to have a clear menu like Melaleuca Pie… So sometimes, don’t be casual.”

The knife that Zheng Qing was cutting the lamb chops paused for half a second.

He wasn’t sure if the witch had something to say.

Fortunately, there is Poseidon – when adults chat in an awkward atmosphere, the presence of children is very necessary, they will act like lubricants to make the dry atmosphere smooth again.

“Did Poseidon eat a little less?” The young public fee forked a lamb chop and stuffed it into his mouth. While chewing, he pointed to the little fox beside him who was sipping milk.

The little fox’s drooping ears suddenly stood up and looked eagerly at the witch in the main seat.

Su Shijun wiped the corners of his mouth, held up the goblet in his hand, and said gently: “A lot, girls should eat moderately at night… This is good for her to maintain her magical activity.”

The little fox’s ears drooped down again, and weakly licked the egg liquid on the milk skin.

The topic ends here again.

In raising offspring – especially when the offspring is a fox – Qingqiu Su’s experience is obviously more reliable than a wizard who has just entered the wizarding world for less than two years.

The restaurant was quiet again, except for the slight collision between the knife, fork, spoon and tableware, there was no other sound, including the little fox’s skin, and it was also careful, and there was no chirp.

Zheng Qing picked up a bacon and asparagus roll and stuffed it into his mouth, racking his brains to figure out how to euphemistically say what he came for.

“The school hunting competition will officially start next week.”

After swallowing the bacon and asparagus rolls, he finally found a suitable opening statement: “I feel that this year’s hunting game will be difficult… I just hope that the Guilty Hunting Team will not come out as soon as they enter the field.”

Su Shijun tilted his head and glanced at him: “Wow, for a wizard who once seriously wounded the current Augustus with a single shot and destroyed half of the Black Prison Castle with a single spell, you are a little too unconfident. ”

This is not the same as Zheng Qing’s expected answer – he originally expected that the witch might ask who the instructor is for the competition, and then he can make an invitation accordingly.

but now.

The boy silently cut a small piece of lamb chops, stuffed it into his mouth, then picked up the wine glass and took a sip. The red wine in the glass is slightly sweet, and the taste of green bee or amber light is very different.

“Things like that won’t happen again.” Thinking of the little green snake in his ears, he gained some confidence.

“I hope so.”

The witch raised the wine glass in her hand, touched the boy, and took a sip gracefully: “Confidence is a prerequisite for success, and the school hunting ground has always lacked confident hunters.”

“But Yu Sin is in a little trouble now.” Zheng Qing knew that this was not the best time to speak, but he didn’t want to wait any longer.

Su Shijun glanced at him with a bit of curiosity in his eyes.

“The selection task of the school hunting club requires each hunting team to invite an instructor, and the crime hunting team cannot find a suitable candidate for the time being.” Now that he has spoken, Zheng Qing simply put down the tableware and described in detail the unfortunate experience of the past few days. Include each teacher’s reason for rejecting them.

The witch listened with relish, until the boy’s rant came to an end, and she smiled: “So now you want to find a professor…or an ordinary lecturer to serve as an instructor for sin?”

Zheng Qing nodded as if pecking at rice, and looked at her, just like Poseidon just now.

“no problem.”

Contrary to the boys’ expectations, Su Shijun readily agreed: “I have never participated in a school hunting competition as a guide… I think it will be a very interesting experience.”

While Zheng Qing heaved a sigh of relief, he finally couldn’t help asking his previous confusion: “But you…don’t you work in the research institute? This school hunting competition requires teachers with teaching positions to serve as…”

“Don’t you know?” The witch looked at him strangely: “I lead a researcher in the research institute, and I get two wages every month… You don’t know why you came to me?”

“It’s Brother Huang… It’s the yellow raccoon from Sanyou Bookstore. Let me come to you.” The boy honestly sold the cat.

“That cat.” Su Shijun held his fork and thoughtfully poked the boiled shrimp in front of him.

Beside, UU reading www.uukanshu. com Poseidon yawned loudly, awakening the brooding witch.

She winked at Su Man and motioned to the head maid to take away the little fox who was full of food and drink, and was already in a hazy state, and then winked at Zheng Qing:

“Atlas has a saying that it takes eight hours of blessing from a saint to put a child to sleep. But in practice, we have better ways…like warm milk with three raw eggs.”

“It’s not good to eat too many eggs before bed,”

After solving the biggest trouble, Zheng Qing was also in the mood to chat, and expressed a positive attitude: “I can get you a lavender bubble bath ball, let it take a bath before going to bed, it will make it sleep like a dead person.”

“The dead don’t necessarily sleep peacefully.”

The witch corrected the boy’s misunderstanding: “As far as I know, Gongsun’s disease has always suffered from insomnia… I always have nightmares without a word.”

Gongsun Bing and Hunbuyu are both members of the Moonlight Council, but one is a zombie and the other is a ghost. In theory, both of them are dead.

Before that, Zheng Qing never knew that zombies can also suffer from insomnia, and ghosts can also have nightmares.