As the senior manager of the Iron Beast, the cloth tearing machine is naturally not short of money. When night falls, the chef of the villa begins to introduce dishes, including various dark dishes: fried inkworms, curry stewed chicken feet, roasted bats, roasted centipedes, etc.

Finally, Yang Shubao saw the conventional food of barbecue steak. He was about to take a slice to taste it, but a woman next to him chuckled: "Do you also like grilled crocodile steak?"

But go to you, Uncle Yang immediately took his hand back.

He had a bad premonition, hoping that the day's meal would collapse, and he might have to eat a bunch of fruits and go home.

He doesn't like eating fruits at night because he has to pee in the middle of the night, which greatly affects his dream experience.

Seeing him put down the grilled crocodile steak like he had just burned his hands, the woman who walked over smiled and said, "What's wrong? I think you should be very interested in it, because I have been paying attention to you for a minute. In this minute, you are watching the crocodile steak."

Yang Shubao looked at the woman in shock, forty-five:54 seconds? Is this an Olympic race?

The other party is not young anymore, and his exquisite makeup cannot hide the crow's feet and loose skin. However, his figure is well maintained and his tall body is full and juicy. She walked over gracefully, wearing a big red celebratory skirt swaying, like a mermaid jumping out of the sea of ​​fire of the red lotus.

This is an elder, and Lao Yang probably has to call her aunt.

Facing the interested gaze of my aunt, Yang Uncle Bao waved his hand and said, "I don't eat this, I don't eat wild animals, because I'm in this industry."

"Are you from the Wildlife Conservation Association?" asked my aunt, "Oh, it's too noisy inside, go for a walk in the yard?"

Yang Shubao wanted to refuse, but when he walked in front, he waved to him, so he had to go out and said, "No, I have a private nature reserve myself. Of course, it is very small in size and there are few animals inside, but I am indeed treating her well, so you should understand what I mean."

The aunt turned her head to him and said, "Of course, I understand what you mean. You actually have a private nature reserve? This is cool. Can you tell me how you operate it?"

Yang Shubao said: "I just took over this reserve and had not started operations yet. I just bought some trees to plant them in, or took care of the beasts entering my territory. That's it."

"No income?" asked my aunt.

Lao Yang shrugged and said, "There are some things, such as selling dogs, selling cats, etc."

"Haha, you are so humorous, but I really like cats." My aunt reached out to cover her lips and smiled. After laughing, she took the initiative to stretch out her hand and said, "My name is Aiko Mitchell. Mitchell is my father's surname and my husband's surname."

After Yang Shubao held her hand, he had no time to experience the smoothness of the beauty. He looked at Aiko in surprise and asked, "Your father and your husband are..."

Same person?

I didn't ask the second half of the sentence, it was so shocking.

Aiko obviously guessed what he was thinking, and she smiled turbulently: "No, they just happened to have the same surname."

Old Yang also smiled, smiling awkwardly: "This is really fate."

Aiko shrugged, "There is a bigger fate between them."

"What?"

"All dead." Aiko's smile became brighter as he said this.

Uncle Yang felt something was wrong with this aunt, but he couldn't tell the details. He didn't want to continue chatting, so he was going to find a reason to go back and continue looking for food.

Just then, someone pushed a black boy at the door of the house: "Knowledge, you can't do this anymore. We are all adults here. We are doing adult things. You are still underage. Don't you like reading? Go back to study."

The boy struggled, and the man pushed him down with impatience.

Seeing this, Yang Shubao took two steps to help the boy up and asked, "Are you okay?"

The boy shrugged and smiled, "Of course, you are also here to attend the party? Can you go in and help me get some food? My family has no food and I am a little hungry. Today I still have a lot of homework not to write, so I can't concentrate on answering questions when I'm hungry."

"You are so studious," said the white young man leaning on the door frame. "It seems that there can be a top student from the University of Cape Town in the group of hyenas."

The boy stared at the sight of surprise: "How do you know my goal? I like the University of Cape Town. If I don't accept me in Oxford and Cambridge in the future, then I will go to Cape Town."

The University of Cape Town is the best higher education school in South Africa and the best university in Africa in the whole of Africa.

Yang Shubao looked at the white young man, and he recognized that this man was also a member of the Iron Beast.

The matter at the door attracted the attention of some people. Mason sighed and walked out when he saw the figure of Yang Shubao. Then he saw the young man who was with Yang Shubao. Seeing this, he stopped and scratched his chin and laughed.

Yang Shubao is a primary school tyrant himself. He has a natural affection for good students. It seems that the boy is very incompatible with the Iron Beast. Then the enemy's enemy is a friend. He smiled and said, "Come with me."

When he came, he bought a cake as a gift, but Mason joked that he said it was a coaxing child, so he didn't take it out of the car before, so this would be really used to coax the child.

Seeing the big cake, the boy cheered: "Wow, this is the second time I have seen a complete cake."

Yang Shubao has no doubt about such exaggerated words. The gap between the rich and the poor in South Africa is very exaggerated. Needless to mention the rich, a meal for middle-class families is worth a month's meal for the poor in the slums.

The boy holding the cake changed his previous cynicism. He bowed respectfully to Yang Shubao: "Thank you, kind sir. I can see that you are not the same as the bastard here, so will you be happy to stay? Why don't you go to me to enjoy this cake?"

"I'll invite me by the way. I'm not happy to stay here." Aiko looked at him with interest.

The boy shook his head regretfully: "I can protect this kind-hearted gentleman, but I can't protect you. It will be dangerous for you to follow me."

Uncle Yang laughed and said, "Wait, I haven't accepted yours yet..."

"From the day I could hold the knife, I have never been protected by men." Aiko interrupted him with a smile. She shook her handbag to show them to the two of them. The handbag was very heavy, and it seemed like there was a pistol hidden inside.

The boy looked at her suspiciously and said, "Then you can do whatever you want. My grandfather told me a great thing. Now I will tell you that if you are not responsible for your life, then others will not."

Yang Shubao said: "This is very reasonable. Your grandfather is a philosopher."

"No, he is an old bad guy who was abandoned by the times." The boy smiled.

Aiko turned his head and looked at the white young man at the door and said thoughtfully: "I seem to know who your grandfather is."

Uncle Yang asked, "Who?"
Chapter completed!