165: C165 Martial Arts Family

C165 Martial Arts Family

"Wait a minute!" If he said with a smile, "Add an extra portion of the Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs and a cup of mango juice."

After ordering, her mango juice was served.

If you take a sip, nod in satisfaction.

She put down the glass and looked around the dining room. It was still some time before dinner, and in the large dining room, only she and Jorja were eating.

However, the two of them sat in the corner and did not attract much attention.

"Aren't you interested in the Qiao family?" Joia saw that the two of them were also sitting down, so she asked, "Aren't you curious why my father wants to see you, but I won't let you go?"

"Not interested! "So don't tell me, thank you."

If they ended up as the topic of discussion, they would talk the whole world out.

Joia was happy. "…" Was this woman doing it on purpose?

Actually, he had already been feeling extremely curious about it for a long time!

If that's the case, then she's not very interested in the family history of someone else.

If he had the time to gossip, he might as well set another set of questions.

He didn't know what was on his mind. Even though others said they didn't want to know, he still had to say it out loud.

If he absent-mindedly listened a few times, it would all be inconceivable. What martial arts family clan? What family's secret knowledge was something that no man could pass on to his daughter? If a woman learned it, she would get sick.

It was already the 21st century, and there was still the rule of not passing down a son to a daughter. Although all big families valued sons and daughters more or less, they did not want to let a girl have access to the family's academic knowledge to make up such a fake lie. What did the Qiao family's patriarch think?

Furthermore, most of the martial arts practice in the modern era was to strengthen their body and build up their fitness. So why did it sound more like a battle between the martial arts sects to Joya?

If the more he listened, the more distracted he became. His attention was completely focused on the fragrant garlic ribs in front of him.

However, when she heard about Qiao Ling Long's illness from practicing martial arts, a few prescriptions from the Ning Family's medical records flashed through her mind for no reason.

He spat out a piece of chop bone and asked curiously, "Your sister became sick because she didn't listen to the family training, so you're not going to save her?"

"You don't understand."

If he was angry, he would laugh.

The devilish brat pulled her and explained everything to her without any explanation. She only asked him a question, yet he said that she did not understand!

Don't tell her!

Just as he was about to go back, he heard a commotion from outside the restaurant. "Hurry and get ready. Second Young Master Lu is coming to eat. Everyone come out to welcome him!"

Second Young Master Lu.

If he paused for a moment, he would turn around to look.

A half-bald fatty directed the waiters to stand on both sides of the entrance and pointed out each person's movements.

What a grand show.

"You! Go back inside! Stay in the kitchen and don't come out! " Fatty shouted at one of the female attendants.

The waitress lowered her head and winced, "Oh."

If he looked up, he would see the girl walk past her with red eyes.2

"Hurry up! "Don't be an eyesore here." Fatty felt that she was being too quick, so he reached out his hand and gave her a push on her back.

The girl staggered a few steps and was about to fall, if she hurriedly reached out her hand to support herself.

The girl's face turned pale. She smiled weakly: "Thank you."

"Uninvited …"

"What are you doing!" You don't even know how to walk, do you? " The fat guy shouted from behind the girl.

The girl didn't dare to stay any longer and hurried back to the kitchen.

If he was angry.

But did Second Young Master Lu want to come for a meal?

This fatty seemed to have eaten gunpowder as he exploded everywhere.

Was Second Young Master Lu really that amazing?

If he was to retort in his heart.

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