1115: C1115 Was It Fragrant Does It Hurt?

C1115 Was It Fragrant Does It Hurt?

"Who are you trying to scare? Do you think I'm really afraid of you? "

Obviously, Zhang Xiaoyang did not realize the severity of the situation. He actually took out his phone and made a call.

So many people wanted to call him, but they all appeared in the same box. He actually wanted to call someone.

When people came, all the dishes would be cold.

He couldn't say that either.

At least, the person he called over could help carry him away.

The hospital wasn't far either.

"My people will be here in ten minutes. Wait for me if you have the ability!"

"Humph, you are just a bunch of assistants. Why don't you let them speak?"

"How much does Yang Soong want to pay you? One hundred, or two hundred? Do you want to buy lunch boxes? "

"Your acting skills aren't good! It's too difficult to open it!"

After Zhang Xiaoyang made the call, he completely let go.

"You, the one who took the broom, why did you take the broom? Do you want to hit me? What's the use of the broom? Can't you just move the chair?"

" And you, Yang Soong's girlfriend, right? You have the worst acting skills. As his girlfriend, you have to interact with him, understand?"

"Everyone in the audience acted very depressed. Only you, the one with the rolling pin, you are too exaggerated, understand? You are just a little transparent person with a hundred yuan per day, why are you putting so much effort into it? Yang Soong will increase your salary? Do you have five insurance and one gold coin?"

He was like a flamethrower with full power, a modern technology that could spray pesticides 360 degrees.

Yang Soong gave up, he couldn't stop it.

"You should know your limits. Don't kill him. " Yang Soong did his best.

Chen Ming and Meng Shijia took the burlap sack, which made them feel very close to each other. They put Zhang Xiaoyang in it and hung him up.

"What do you want to do?" Zhang Xiaoyang could not help but struggle. When he moved, the rope moved like a swing.

No, it was more terrifying than a swing.

He was like a hanging ghost.

"I'll call the police. . . And tell you to put me down immediately. Otherwise, I'll teach you a lesson. My men will come immediately. Be careful, I'll throw you into the river and feed you to the fish. "

No one took this threat seriously.

Yang Soong shook his head. "It's cliché!"

Zhang Xiaoyang was scared out of his wits. Gu Baiwen was duped into the kitchen in front of him and no one helped him.

"Do you know who I am?"

"I don't know, I don't know, I've never seen or heard of me. "

Yang Soong got a basket of garlic from somewhere and sat at the table to peel it. Chen Ming and Meng Shihan helped him.

The three Wen brothers also helped after washing their hands.

"Head Chef Gu, save me!"

"Hundred Flavorings is cooking Thousand Blessed Meat in the kitchen. " Yang Soong's words stopped Zhang Xiaoyang from seeking help from an acquaintance.

The meat was a very delicate dish. Simply put, it was to divide the pork into very small pieces of meat and then carve flowers on it.

That's right, it was to carve flowers on the meat, one after another. It was enough to slash thousands of times.

It was a bit too far.

It wasn't that exaggerated, but it was more or less enough.

With so many of them, each of them would need at least three chopsticks of meat and vegetables. Gu Baimei wouldn't be back for at least two hours.

"Head Chef Gu will not ignore me!" After waiting for him for two hours, he would be put down.

"No, wait for my people to come. I'll smash your lousy restaurant! And you bastards, I'm going to throw you into the freezer and let you taste the taste of the cold! "

As expected of the high-frozen food.

Zhang Xiaoyang threatened people with his own specialty.

Yang Soong peeling garlic was different from others.

He liked to cut the garlic into pieces, then cut the garlic 'feet with a kitchen knife and peel them off.

"You must be careful. Don't break the surface of the garlic. I want to make Laba Garlic, and I plan to make some pickled garlic!" Yang Soong reminded.

Yang Soong did not care about Zhang Xiaoyang's threat, but the others could not ignore it.

Chen Ming threw something at Zhang Xiaoyang. "Shut up. Don't disturb Brother Song's cooking. Otherwise, seal your mouth and use this little brother's towel to wipe your feet urgently. "

Meng Shijia bowed and smiled. "That's me. "

Zhang Xiaoyang was finally frightened.

He didn't dare to attack indiscriminately anymore. After pondering for a while, he changed his strategy.

"You don't know me, but you know the richest man in Luocheng, right?"

The richest man in Luocheng?

Yang Soong wasn't the only one. Apart from the eldest and second brother of the Wen family, everyone else went to see Chen Ming.

"So what if he's the richest man in Luocheng? Is he your father?" Wen Shengli asked.

In the territory of Luocheng, one must not offend the richest man in Luocheng.

Should they flee ahead of time?

Bring the chef and flee.

Wen Shengli had already thought that even if he fled, he could not give up on Yang Soong.

"Brother Song, I'll book a first-class ticket for you!"

Yang Soong did not understand Wen Shengli's brain circuit, but after thinking for a while, he got the idea that he wanted to run.

"Thank you, but there's no need. "

He was a little touched. He was indeed very important.

However, he did not intend to have anything to do with Wen Shengli. This fellow's eyes clearly flickered with the green light of a foodie's hunger.

Whether Wen Shengli brought him along to escape or to take him away to cook for him in the end, Yang Soong would be able to think of an answer in less than three seconds.

As Hundred Phoenix Pavilion became more and more famous, Yang Soong had a group of true fans at the level of ashes.

The most obvious characteristic of these true love fans was that they liked to mess around.

There were already people who had published a long story about Yang Soong as the main character on the internet.

It was also the double male lead, the main character other than Yang Soong. He bought an island boldly and built a country on that island.

Then he gave this country to Yang Soong.

"The territory is yours, and you are mine. "

"From now on, I will only eat the food you cook. "

"Without my orders, you are not allowed to cook for others"

"You are my one and only imperial chef!"

That's right, it was such a strong and domineering style.

It was very obvious that this was a novel written by a CEO with a male lead.

When Yang Soong saw it for the first time, he almost smashed his phone. After that, he resisted the urge to sell his phone and read it, just to report it.

He wanted this novel to be finished, and he wanted the author to pay the price.

In the end, as he read, he saw people saying bare-handed cutting glass, one hand smashing a big wall, left foot kicking a tiger, right foot stepping on a Lamborghini.

He moved his orchid fingers. Someone drove 30,000 elite helicopters to open up a path for him.

……

F * ck, it felt so good looking at it!

Yang Soong expressed that if it wasn't for the fact that his desire to become Master Chef's king was too strong, he would really be addicted to novels and be unable to extricate himself from it.

After reading a satisfying novel, he stopped reporting and scolding the author.

He even spent money to get unknown VIP, and even gave the author a tip. He saved up monthly tickets every day for the author and even learned how to rush him.

Wen Shengli's eyes shone with a strange light, and he rubbed his hands and swallowed his saliva with a wretched aura. All of them expressed the same meaning. It was very likely that he would imprison Yang Soong like the other main character in the novel, and only cook for him.

The only difference was that Wen Shengli did not have the money of the male protagonist in the novel. He could not afford the island, nor could he send it to the country. The only thing waiting for Yang Soong was a dark basement.

Yang Soong shook his head. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to pickle garlic here. Turn around and don't look at me. "

"Why?" The first step of Wen Shengli's plan was over.

"My eyes are too greasy. It affects my mood when I cook. "

Chen Ming grabbed the empty bamboo basket next to him and covered his head with it. He helped Wen Shengli turn around with his hands.

"Keep it up. Don't turn around, or I will throw you out. "

Wen Shengli did not agree.0

"Be honest, you're not a guest, you eat for free, Wen Shengli said. Any one of us can throw you out. "

Wen Shengli agreed.

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