The Greatest Astrologist

Chapter27

He Jianping moved to the next room, but he didn't mean to come back for a while.

Tan Muxing tentatively asked: "Are we going to wait?"

"No, there is no show today. They have to talk for a long time." Chu Qianli picked up the snacks on the table and suggested, "Let's go eat the old hot pot."

He Jianping just said that the old hot pot opposite was delicious, and Chu Qianli couldn't help but show some interest.

Tan Muxing was stunned: "Shall we go to dinner now?"

"Yes, or are you going to wait for them?" Chu Qianli said slowly, "I just started a divination. It won't be over in four or five hours."

Tan Muxing decisively chose to leave after hearing this, and he went to say hello to He Jianping. The two exchanged a polite greeting, and He Jianping let the two children go first.

Chu Qianli and Tan Mu Xing went downstairs together, Tan Mu Xing walked behind her, and said, "Uncle Jianping also said that he would invite you to dinner another day."

He Jianping didn't believe in Chu Qianli, but he behaved quite politely. Talking about Mu Xing as an introducer, he was a bit embarrassed and didn't please either.

Chu Qianli: "That's probably going to be a while."

Tan Muxing said worriedly: "Are you okay?"

Chu Qianli was quite distressed just now, but now she was calm again, which made Tan Muxing confused.

When Chu Qianli walked out of the teahouse, she sighed: "So fortune is very important. There are some things you can't worry about. It's useless to toss before time is up."

Chu Qianli didn't stay behind to guard He Jianping, but he knew that catching up was not a business. As long as the time was not right, he couldn't convince the other party with all his tongue.

People always have regrets and regrets, and they like to say "know it early", but there are things that are not in time, and it is useless to know it earlier.

"Fortunately, I can always wait..." Chu Qianli looked around on the street. She pointed to the antique archway and asked, "Is it this old hot pot?"

In the old hot pot restaurant, the bright red soup is bubbling, the chili in the soup is tumbling, and the aroma of the broth is floating.

Chu Qianli was so hot that she gasped, and she took a sip of sour plum soup, always feeling that she couldn't even speak.

Tan Mu Xing put the meat in the pot while resuming the lost business, helplessly said: "Uncle Jianping may think we are too young, and the masters I have seen are all getting older."

"If you want to speak, I can improve it. I really can't do it at my age..." Chu Qianli hissed and inhaled, "It's funny to say, I don't necessarily see myself getting old."

Chu Qianli lost his life after two or three years. He Jianping insisted on being an elderly master, so she could only crawl out of the coffin and count it for him. She can adjust her language, but she can't control her age.

Tan Muxing heard her slurred, and said in confusion: "What did you say?"

Chu Qianli's lips were red now, she was so hot that her tears trickled down, and she began to frantically rub her eyes with a tissue.

Tan Muxing was at a loss, he greeted the waiter in a panic: "We ordered something else, it's time to choose Mandarin Duck just now."

When the two entered the store, they talked about Yuanyang Guo and Chu Qianli about Muxing, and now they cried her bitterly.