Rebirth: How A Loser Became A Prince Charming - Chapter 330

Chapter 330

 Boiled dumplings with eggs and Chinese chives were a common food for Chinese people . Even the frozen ones bought from the supermarket were delicious . As he was chewing the dumplings in his mouth, Qin Guan heard a percussion from the stage .

 The attention of the guests was attracted by the sound .

 Dang, dang, dang, . . .

 "Leaving Hongdong Town, Su San walked along the street . . . " [1]

 Qin Guan spit his food out . Cong Nianwei, who was peeling garlic across from him, calmly pulled her plate back .

 Are you kidding? It’s despondent to sing such a sad song during dinner .

 Even more ridiculous things followed .

 There was a hurried percussion sound before a monkey suddenly jumped out . [2]

 "Elder sister, don’t worry! I’m coming!"

 The Monkey King performed a series of backward somersaults backstage . All the American customers looked excited . They cheered and applauded, forgetting about the food on their tables .

 The Monkey King's appearance was expected . Anyone studying about the Peking Opera would have clapped . It was a pity that he was in the wrong play .

 Who had taught them this? [3]

 An intact garlic was lying in Cong Nianwei's hand . She blinked and put the garlic in Qin Guan's bowl . Qin Guan had gotten absorbed in the performance, so he was paying no attention to her .

 After several backward somersaults, the monkey walked up to Su San with his golden stick .

 "You b*tch! You killed my brother! You should pay back!" [4]

 Qin Guan’s chopsticks fell on the table . Am I dreaming?

 "Spare my life, uncle! It was Wu Dalang who originally . . . "

 Sister, you just called yourself Su San . Why did you change your name from Pan Jinlian? What is this? A combination of traditional operas?

 Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei stopped eating for fear that they would choke on their dumplings .

 They were curious about what the monkey would do next . According to common sense, the martial arts part had to follow . The monkey would play with his famous stick and hit Pan Jinlian, or Su San, on the head .

 The Monkey King moved . The stick was rotating like a wind wheel in his hand before it took flight . It danced in the air like a golden flower and then landed on Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei's table .

 "Careful!" Qin Guan yelled, shielding Cong Nianwei's head .

 In an instant, water and dumplings splashed out in all directions . Their plates and chopsticks fell on the floor with a loud sound .

 "Thank god the soup was warm, and not hot!" If the soup had been boiling hot, Qin Guan would have gotten burned .

 He let Cong Nianwei go and spat the dirt out . It had been an accident .

 The monkey on the stage was confounded, but the audience was laughing happily . They all applauded Qin Guan . "Good, very good!"

 Are they praising me?

 The monkey ran up to Qin Guan with a bitter expression . "Qin Guan? Is that you?"

 "Who are you?" Qin Guan picked a dumpling off his hair angrily . There go my hard-earned dollars . . .

 "It's me, Xu Xiaoxiao!"

 What? The obsequious boy? Are you kidding me?

 The two of them were classmates . Qin Guan calmed down . "Do you work here?" he asked Xu sympathetically . What a hard job!

 Xu sniffed as he watched Cong Nianwei clean Qin Guan's face with a handkerchief . Finally, he noticed Qin Guan’s real face .

 Oh, my! Words can’t express my feelings .

 Reality had exceeded his imagination . Students at Columbia University were considered the most modest among Ivy League Universities . That guy was too modest in Xu's opinion though . He had heard about the mysterious, ancient skill of disguising in China .

 Although he had been born and raised in the US, Xu admired Chinese culture a lot . His family had lived in Chinatown for hundreds of years and worshipped traditional Chinese culture the most .

 Xu showed off to Qin Guan proudly . "No, this is my family’s restaurant . I direct the performance . Isn’t it perfect?"

 Both Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei smiled kindly at him .

 Xu waved his stick at the stage and the percussion resumed .

 "People say that bright, beautiful flowers will bloom in Luoyang, but this is no spring before my eyes . . . " It was an authentic Peking opera .

 "My grandpa will celebrate his 68th birthday and all my family members will gather in New York . We’ll play an opera during the party . As his grandson, I have to perform on stage . I have to dress up in motley attire to amuse my parents . "

 "So you’re practising here? How is it going?"

 Xu looked down gloomily . "I’m too busy with courses . I have no time to practise . Besides, there are few opera actors in New York . Nobody has agreed to teach me . "

 Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei exchanged a glance . He's a devoted, but unlucky boy .

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