812: C812 Speak of the Devil

C812 Speak of the Devil

Speak of the devil.2

Without any explanation, Yin Xiaomin had already entered the restaurant. When she saw Luo Feifei and Nian Bing, Yin Xiaomin was not surprised. Instead, she shouted enthusiastically, "Feifei, Sister Bing Bing!"

"You are also here..." Luo Feifei pouted. She originally thought that she would receive special treatment but Wu Lai actually did it! He must not be allowed to sleep in bed for a week! Not allowed!

"That's right! When I heard that Brother Wu Lai was here, I immediately came over to cheer him on! This time, I want to participate in the Chef Competition with him! When he's tired, he can massage his shoulders and pour some water for him when he's thirsty..." Yin Xiaomin said as she sat by the dining table.

Zheng Chenggong swallowed a mouthful of saliva and got up. He apologized, "Three of you, I am not feeling well. I will go and rest for a while."

"Are you feeling unwell? I'll let Brother Wu Lai take a look at you! I guarantee that it will be effective in one second!" Yin Xiaomin did not understand the meaning behind Zheng Chenggong's words, but suggested.

Nian Bing rolled her eyes and did not point it out.

"No need. I just did not sleep well. I will go to the side and rest for a while." Zheng Chenggong hurriedly said and left quickly.

Yin Xiaomin scratched her head and looked at him strangely, but she did not say anything.

Very quickly, Wu Lai came out with a dish.

Seeing that Yin Xiaomin was also there, his face showed some curiosity, "Min, why are you here too?"

"I'm here to cheer you on! You must be tired! I'll massage your shoulders? " Yin Xiaomin did not even have any interest in the delicious food there. In her eyes, only Wu Lai was her everything.

Wu Lai smiled and shook his head. "No need. Try it. I just made curry chicken. Try how it tastes. I don't think Indian's dish is very delicious. The taste is too simple. " As he spoke, he distributed curry chicken to three small dishes. He distributed it to the three of them.

Luo Feifei did not hesitate to start eating. As a foodie, the fragrance of the curry had already made her give up her reservation. In any case, there were only the three of them here.

Nian Bing also started eating without hesitation.

Only Yin Xiaomin reacted and started to eat in surprise.

After they started to eat, the three of them fell into a state of shock one after another. Immediately after, the three of them wiped out the curry chicken in front of them at the same time.

"Don't eat so fast. It's not good for digestion. It seems that you have done well?" Wu Lai made himself a little taste.

He was not very satisfied and could not help muttering, "No wonder Indian loses to the Chef Competition in Asia every time. This thing, no matter how you make it, it only tastes like this."

"Not satisfied?" Luo Feifei heard Wu Lai's words and quickly adjusted her expression. This curry chicken was clearly more delicious than anything she had eaten before. It could even be said that it was impeccable! Why was it still not satisfied?

"It's not that he's dissatisfied with what I've done." Wu Lai shook his head. "It's just that I'm not very satisfied with the upper limit of curry. I tried to adjust the taste. He adjusted the spices so that the taste could be accepted by everyone. But... the upper limit of curry is only this little. At least for a short period of time. I am unable to find a better way to curry curry. Perhaps... I can find it on Indian's side. Anyway, I tried my best. I don't think I should consider this. It's not bad to occasionally use it to change my taste."

Wu Lai sentenced curry to death just like that.

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