390: C390 You Don't Need It to Me

C390 You Don't Need It to Me

Xia Yuling had just kicked the brawny man away, but the man in the black suit was not afraid at all? He still dared to look at her like that. Was he not afraid of being kicked to death?

He was courting death! Xia Yuling's pretty face sank. When she passed by, she sent a flying kick. She did not send him flying directly, but she almost kicked his lifeblood.

The intense pain made him cover his crotch on the spot. His legs were tightly clamped and he slowly knelt down.

He stared at Xia Yuling and his entire body was covered in cold sweat. The veins on his face were bulging but he was in so much pain that he could not say a word.

Chen Feng did not even look at him. Xia Yuling followed behind him. The two of them and the ghost entered Qiu's restaurant together.

The men present subconsciously tightened their legs, and their pants felt cold.

"Hello, Mr. Chen. Welcome."

When the waiters in the restaurant saw him, they immediately put down what they were doing and quickly gathered around, bowing to him.

This scene stunned the people in the restaurant who were enjoying food. The worst part was that they even spat out a mouthful of food.

Young Master Hua, who had just entered, suddenly turned his head, his expression becoming incomparably ugly.

Could it be that Chen Feng was the boss of this restaurant?

No, the boss would not do that, or the customers would have objections.

Was it because of the recipe for steamed bass?

Chen Feng also didn't expect to receive such a grand reception, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

"Mr. Chen!"

Qiu, who was cooking in the kitchen, heard that Chen Feng had come. He immediately threw away the kitchen knife in his hand and rushed out of the kitchen.

After rushing in front of Chen Feng, he excitedly wiped his hands and continuously bowed to Chen Feng to thank him.

"Thank you for coming. If you need anything, just tell me. The small restaurant will do its best."

Except for Young Master Hua who just came in, the other customers didn't know what kind of delicious food they were eating. The recipe was made by Chen Feng, so they all guessed Chen Feng's background.

After this restaurant became famous, many rich and powerful businessmen sent people to hire Qiu to be a private chef.

There were also many people who wanted to get this mysterious recipe from him.

However, since his wife and daughter had passed away, Qiu had no other desires besides cooking. No matter what generous conditions they offered, he would not budge.

"You don't have to be like this to me." Chen Feng held his shoulder and let him stand up straight. He shook his head lightly.

"Qiu, that formula was originally yours. I just gave it to you in advance."

"Even if I don't give it to you, you will come up with it soon."

"So, you don't have to thank me."

Although the formula was thought up by Qiu, he had adjusted it. It made this dish rise another level, almost breaking through the limit of human delicacies.

If it was the original recipe, although it was also delicious, it would not have achieved its current effect.

Qiu only thought that he was being modest and polite, and hurriedly replied:

"Mr. Chen, although I don't know how you got that formula, I know that you are sincerely helping me."

"I, Qiu, am not talented. Apart from this little bit of culinary skills, I have nothing else to show."1

"In the future, when you come or bring people to my place, you will be an honored guest. I will do whatever I want to eat."

"Dad." Chen Feng held Chen Feng's hand and smiled. He looked up at Chen Feng's smiling face and called out softly.

Qiu's expression froze, and his breathing also stopped.

He looked around and did not see Xiao Xiao, who was already in the state of a remnant soul. He thought that it was just an illusion.

"Let's go somewhere else to talk." Chen Feng clenched his smiling little hand and nodded at Qiu.

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