Not The Sideburns I Know Chapter 159

"This stick and gun technique is not as simple as removing the gun head. You guys watch!" Ervin stood in the courtyard and performed a set of Shangjia sticks with great vigor. This set was different from the one he performed on the stage. It was not so vigorous and beautiful, but it was more simple and powerful, and it was a skill that could kill people. Ryan couldn't help but protect Chacharer from behind. Chacharer was one year older and two years younger, and every time he saw Ervin, he had a very different feeling about him. A few years ago in the theater, Ervin was a male flower who dressed like a woman and spoke in a feminine voice, a male courtesan; later, when he was seen acting coquettishly with his brother, he was a pedophile; when he lived in the small mansion, he got drunk and urinated outside the bedroom door, and he became a stinky hooligan again. Now that he practices martial arts, he looks like a serious man, but what Chacharer can't get rid of is his wretched appearance of lifting his robe, splitting his legs, and grabbing his crotch. So, when Ervin finished his stick tricks, his face remained calm and he noticed the two siblings, and wanted to carry them across the ice as before, Chachaer smiled and shook her head to thank him, then she flashed and tiptoed over with the lightness that only a young girl can. Ervin turned around and opened his arms to Ryan again. Ryan gritted his teeth and said, "Get lost!" He looked among the little actors and hooked his finger, "Little Zhouzi! Come here!" He let Zhou Xiangyun help him walk away. Ervin had no tricks to play, so he pouted and continued to fiddle with his golden hoop.

At dinner time, Zhao Ma was the happiest person in the mansion. She usually served Zeng Aiyu and the two second masters, and they were picky eaters. She would not even praise a phoenix. Cooking for the wet nurse was nothing more than stewing a soup. Without oil and salt, it was useless. After Ervin moved in, although he was picky, he had a huge appetite and ate all the dishes every meal, which greatly encouraged Zhao Ma. Today, in order to feed this group of half-grown girls and boys who were eating their fathers out, Zhao Ma finally let go and made some home-cooked dishes. With the help of Xiao Lai, she opened all the canned sardines in stock, fried eggplant with meat, stewed duck bones with Chinese cabbage and vermicelli, and braised half a pig, making it smoky. When it was time for dinner, the little actors were not convenient to go to the table, so each of them held a Western-style porcelain basin, squatted on the ground and ate the delicious soup and water. If you don't look at people, just listen to the sound, it's like dinner in the pigpen.

Chachaer sat at the table, unable to resist the urge to watch them. The more the actors ate, the more tasteless the food seemed to her. She called Zhao Ma and asked, "What are they eating? Let me have a taste."

Zhao Ma was busy sweating, and when she heard this, she cried out and looked at Ryan. Ryan didn't say anything, so Zhao Ma rummaged through the big pot and picked up two pieces of lean meat, an eggplant box, and half a bowl of clear soup. Cha Chaer lowered his head and tasted it, but he didn't think it was delicious, and he suspected that he was not eating the same dish as them.

Ryan usually smokes a cigarette before dinner, and today he has a special intention to calm his mind. He glanced at the children who were eating voraciously, then at Ervin's face, and said with a sneer: "Okay, I'll change it to Fu Lian."