The old place, like its name, has not changed at all these years, the room has not changed, the people have not changed, the taste has not changed, just like more than ten years ago, full of spicy and comfortable taste.

“Look who this is coming!”Seeing little Sigrid and the butler Bell coming in, the old Song, who was cutting the bacon, put the knife on the slate, squinted, cocked his mouth, and walked out.

“Grandpa Song!”Little Sigrid happily ran to the old Song, and then reached out and grabbed the old Song's hand and fed it to his mouth.

“Slow down, little girl!”Old Song smiled and smiled, and put a small piece of bacon in his hand into the mouth of Little Sigrid, and suddenly the little guy sounded satisfied with the mouth like a cat who ate dried fish.

Little Sigrid licked his mouth and praised, “It’s delicious!”. .

For his very confident old Song unspoked his handicraft to take the little Sigrid praise, "This is nature!". .

Then he said to the old housekeeper, “Come here!”. .

“Hmm!”The housekeeper, Bell, said.

Because sometimes the housekeeper Bell came to help Leo they packed their food, but mixed with the old Song into an acquaintance, and the old Song is also very appreciative of this dedicated housekeeper, so the attitude towards him is not as bad as other foreigners.

After the old Song wiped his hand on the apron in front of him, he pinch the little Sigrid's face and looked up and asked, "Where is Leo?". .

Hearing this, the old housekeeper was waiting to open his mouth, but did not want little Sigrid to shut his mouth and say, "Dad went out alone!"

He paused and continued to add, “Didn’t take me or talk to me!”. .

“Oh hey!”Looking at the little Sigrid, who looked like the same as his complaint, the old Song laughed and said, “When your father comes, let Grandpa Song teach him a good lesson and don’t give him a good food!”. .

“Hmm!”Little Sigrid nodded heavily, but then hesitated, with hesitation, whispered: "Let Dad eat a little less, or he will be too poor!". .

“Hahaha!”

Hearing that the old Song smiled even more happily, after the diners around him curiously looked at him, he smiled at the diners around him, signaled that there was nothing afterwards, and the right person Little Sigrid said: "Good, little good, what to do!"What about Grandpa Song?”. .

Little Sigrid loudly praised in his own crisp voice: "Grandpa Song, you are very good!". .

“Hmm!”Old Song grinned like a grin, to the old housekeeper: "Take the little girl to find a place to sit, I will make you a few dishes!". .

“Thank you, Mr. Song, please!”The old housekeeper slightly bent down and thanked him.

“It should!”Old Song waved his hand and walked into the kitchen.

Just waiting for a few minutes, a few dishes that make people swallow water were sent up by the old Song, because the reason for the meal just passed at this time, the guests were relatively few, so the arrival of Xiao Sigrid just met the old Song's meal.

After the guests in the store were finished, Lao Song also took off his apron and sat down.

“Why didn’t you see Uncle Fat?”Little Sigrid asked, fat, naturally, is the old place of the fat mutant Shen Rui.

“He, there’s something today!”Old Song laughed and picked up a fat piece of meat and put it in the bowl of Little Sigrid.

Seeing this scene, the old housekeeper jumped in the corner of his eye and silently put a piece of green vegetables into the bowl of Little Sigrid.

Old Song saw, grinned, and said, “Eat more meat to grow strong!”. .

“The lady is a lady!”The old housekeeper's face trembled, and he did not catch a cold on this long and strong saying.

“Cut up!”Little Sigrid ate it all, and giggled at the two of them, making them red.

“Eat fast!It will be cold and not taste good!”The old Song said, according to the happy appearance of little Sigrid eating, a face satisfied, there is nothing more happy than eating what the clean cook does.

Half an hour later, after Xiao Sigrid was full, after saying goodbye to the old Song, he took the old housekeeper and left the old place.

“Miss, let’s go home.”The old housekeeper suggested it.

Little Sigrid, muttered, and said, “Let’s go to the playground!”. .

The old housekeeper looked at the table below, and when he saw that the time was still full, he said to little Sigrid, “Yes, but we’re going home before dinner!”. .

“Grandpa, how nice of you!”Little Sigrid cried out with joy, and a pair of silver horse tails followed the bouncing footsteps and threw away, looking full of spirit.

"Let's go!“Miss!”The old housekeeper's stereotyped face was full of soft smile, and after saying a word, he took Little Sigrid's hand and called a taxi and set off for the playground.

“It must be fun today!“Grandfather butler!”Little Sigrid looked forward to it.

“Oh!”The old housekeeper smiled and reminded, "But you can't miss the dinner, or else, go back, you will be scolded by Emma again!". .

"Hmm!I know!”Little Sigrid thought of Emma scolding her, and shrank her neck, a look of fear.

At this time, the taxi between the two people was transferred from the road to an alley.

When the old housekeeper found out, his eyes narrowed and said to the driver in front: "Go the wrong way, young man!". .

"Hey, no, sir, this is a long way, you can avoid a few traffic lights!"The driver laughed back.

“Yes?”The old housekeeper smiled irrefutably and said to Little Sigrid, “Miss, be safe when playing!”. .

“Hmm!”Little Sigrid nodded obediently.

“Hold on!”Listen to the conversation behind the old and small, thinking that the driver who calmed the other side was relieved.

Just then a silver light like a venomous snake fell down his throat, and then a slightly stereotyped sound sounded.

“Parking!”The cold voice of the old housekeeper was like a cold wind in the harsh winter, which swept over the driver's ear and made it shudder involuntarily.

The driver laughed twice and said, “What are you doing?”“Old man, this joke can’t be played!”. .

The voice fell, the driver stepped on the throttle, as far as the speed was raised a little, see, the old housekeeper's stereotyped face without a look, the other hand blocked the eyes of the little Sigrid, without a hint of hesitation to the other side of the throat stinged down.

“Hunt!”

A soft sound, a bright red blood, sprayed on the windshield, did not expect that the old housekeeper who looked like an ordinary old man was so decisive, stared at the incredible eyes, covered his own blooded throat, and fell down the steering wheel.(Unfinished.