Rebirth: How A Loser Became A Prince Charming - Chapter 409

Chapter 409
Chapter 409: Uninvited Christmas Guests





Translator: Lan Editor: Efydatia
Before dinner, the guests suppressed their hunger with candy, hot chocolate and ginger snaps .

Cong Nianwei was making a traditional American mince pie on the stove . If it wasn’t for their inspiration to have a traditional holiday, they would have chosen Chinese cuisine .

She put baking powder and salt and softened some vegetable butter into the pie crust . The stuffing contained onions, meat and butter .

Unlike a Chinese pie, which had to be fried in a pan, the mince pie had to be baked in the oven for 10 minutes .

Ding! The oven turned off automatically . Putting on thick oven gloves, Qin Guan took the large turkey out of the oven using a tray .

Then he placed it on a big white porcelain plate, decorated with rose petals . Everyone could smell the butter and pepper coming from it . There was no oil dripping around the turkey, which meant that it had been cooked perfectly . Its golden skin was cracking because of the low temperature in the room . The skin must be crisp and tasty . . .

The Batiste brothers carefully carried the large plate to the table and on the fine embroidered tablecloth .

"Ouch!" The white tablecloth betrayed Coulibaly, who was trying to stretch his black hand towards the turkey .





Cella hit him with his own gift, a crystal truncheon . She used it like the Spear of Judge .

When the brown pie and tasty polenta were on the table, the guests turned into hungry wolves .

"Shall we thank God before dinner?"

"For what? For the food? Just thank all the Chinese gods . Let’s eat!"

"Okay, let’s tuck in!"

They all stretched their hands . The chicken legs were taken by the Batiste brothers . Who said that the French had good table manners?

Joseph was gloomy . His strong body couldn't beat those shameless guys . By the time Qin Guan picked up the wine, which was mixed with brown sugar, orange peels, almonds and raisins, only the bones of the turkey were left .

The glasses were filled one by one . Not a single drop was left in the bottle . A glass of warm wine after a satisfying dinner was the most wonderful thing .





"Hey, guys . . . "

"May the glory of God bless the Earth with peace and men with goodwill . . . "

Eight members of a choir were going around the building in Santa Claus costumes .

"And . . . "

"Hark the herald angel sing…"

There were singers everywhere on the streets . They were not professional ones . They had just taken this chance to get together with their friends .

The foreigners knew that that night was doomed to be a sleepless one .

Wrapping paper was lying in the corner, the gifts from their friends arranged by Cong Nianwei .

They were planning on working overnight, when someone unexpectedly knocked on their door .





An elegant china doll and her loyal guard were standing outside the door .

"Er . . . Merry Christmas . "

They went into the apartment leisurely . "Sorry to trouble you, Qin Sang [1] . I just wanted to stay here for the night . . . "

"What?" Cong Nianwei went out of the kitchen, her eyes wide open . "Qin Guan, who is she?"

"She is the chairman of my Japanese fan club . I met her while I was in Japan . . . "

Cong Nianwei frowned as the mountain-like fat man beside her suddenly kneeled down on the floor .

"Take us in, Qin Sang . Please!"

You’re scaring me! I think you might perform hara-kiri like the ancient warriors .

If hara-kiri made sense, Dashi might actually commit suicide .

Actually, most of Yamaguchi Tsutomu’s strongholds had been taken over by the New York police, but she had escaped successfully .

When Han Zhujiu and a group of outlaws, including Mexican and Italian gangs, had destroyed all the Japanese forces, Yamaguchi Tsutomu had realized she had no place to go in New York . The failure itself was not devastating, but their very foundation was being pulled up by the roots . . .

Finally, she had thought of Qin Guan . She knew where he lived, but had never dropped in . If she could survive that night, she would fly back to Japan the next day and never return to New York again .

Thanks to the support of the government, the Japanese Mafia had forgotten about the cruelty of the law of the jungle .

The US was not a good place for the Japanese .

The fat man was kneeling on the floor of the small room . His black clothes still smelled of blood . The girl was staring at Qin Guan indifferently with her big, clear eyes .

Qin Guan was no idiot . He couldn't make Cong Nianwei worry . He picked up his phone and spoke gently .

[1] Mr . Qin in Japanese .

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