1231: C1231 Not Good to Meet

C1231 Not Good to Meet

Yang Soong had transformed into a domineering CEO and was crazily attacking Miss Gray.

What can you do to give me an opinion?

What can I do to make you accept my Crystal Shoes?

Bald Liu wanted to get up and escape, but not only was his legs weak, Every bone in his body was soft.

Where did this chef come from? It was too terrifying!

Yang Soong was still eagerly looking forward to it. This was the opinion he dreamt of.

Li Hui was staring at it with his mouth agape.

Why was this Chef Yang so different from the others?

"Director, something's not right. . . "

"Of course I know something's wrong. This is the first time I've seen a chef that deserves praise. How can someone be so persistent in asking for opinions? "

"It's not that. Look at us!" The members of the production team were extremely afraid.

Li Hui finally turned around.

Everyone around him was doing their homework!

After graduating, it had been many years since Li Hui had seen so many people doing their homework.

And they were still doing their homework seriously!

The group gathered together. Someone was discussing. Some were biting the pen pole, while others were using their phones to check some words that couldn't be written.

"It's really been a long time since I've written"

"Help me think of an adjective. I want a four-word adjective to describe the dishes cooked by Chef Yang. It's really too delicious!"

"How's the delicious food?"

" It's a little cultured. This isn't an adjective. "

"How about the delicacies, the salivating, and the endless aftertaste?"

"That's alright. Words and words can't even express the deliciousness of the dishes cooked by Chef Yang. "

"I still need to read more books. Otherwise, how can I continue writing this essay in the future?"

……

Li Hui felt that his understanding of adults seemed to have deviated, or perhaps this was actually a different world: "What exactly are you doing?"

"Write an opinion for Chef Yang. " The person who spoke scratched his head fiercely.

"I really can't think of any problems! I just feel that the weight is a bit too little. "

"Chef Yang said that there's no problem with the weight. He asked us to mainly talk about the taste and taste. We can even talk about the plate presentation, but we can't talk about the weight. "

"We can't say why two people have to share the food. "

"If we can't write it, Brother Song won't sell it to us next time. "

"No matter what, I don't want to go back to Chef Yang to cook. We can only watch while drooling. Those days were too painful. "

"Think about it carefully before making it up. "

"Don't copy mine. It was not easy to come up with it. "

"I really should have learned from the language teacher back then. "

"Sigh, look at that big brother, the one with the buzz cut. Why is he so outstanding? He's already writing the second page!"

"I know that person. He's a writer, and he talks a lot of nonsense. I've even chased after his novels. . . "

Li Hui felt that this world was magical.

Not only him, but the group of people downstairs also consciously took pen and paper and started to write homework after they finished eating.

A moment ago, this street was full of foodies, but now it was full of people doing homework.

This scene looked very demonic at first, but now it looked very spectacular.

Li Hui thought for a long time. "And that chef can do this?"

"No. "

"Absolutely not. " The assistant director said something very reasonable. "My other chefs would never think of such an awesome operation. "

"You're right. "

Even the bald Liu hid at the side and wrote his essay.

He didn't know where his phone was, but he couldn't find any words that he couldn't write, so he could only use spelling.

"Brother, there are too many words that you don't know how to write. Why are they spelling?"

It was even more uncommon to have a full spelling essay.

Yang Soong put away the homework according to the human head and moved it into the space to read.

"Da Xianer, save me!" Wu Chuang cried loudly and aggrievedly.

"Why do you always cry until your scalp turns numb?" Yang Soong put down the box and followed the sound. He was so scared that he took seven steps back.

Wu Chuang had changed into a green, red, and green dress. The fabric was quite thrifty, and his face was completely red. He was dancing.

It was still a big song.

The little girl held a whip and stood guard by the side.

"What happened?" Yang Soong felt it was a bit annoying.

"Master, we are nurturing the beautiful relationship between Wu Chuang and the animals. " The little girl's voice had changed to a cute loli voice.

"Great deity told me to raise them, but didn't let me dance personally to make them happy. Who exactly is a human and who is an animal?" As soon as Chuang Wu stopped, the little girl's whip immediately lashed out.

"Wait a moment, don't casually hit people. All of you take a break first. "

Chuang Wu hurriedly ran over and hugged Yang Soong's thigh. He cried, "I'm suffering. You just left, and this robot revolted. It kidnapped me from the toilet and even stripped me naked. It changed my clothes. It's too scary. It insisted on me wearing this dress to dance. It kept singing big songs and then disco.

After dancing for half an hour, it still insisted on drinking water from me. If I drink water once, then let me go to the toilet once. It also stipulates that you can only go to the toilet for five minutes each time, and that you have to go to the toilet three times per hour. I have to go to the bathroom one more time. I can't f * cking go to the bathroom. It just fed me food, I don't eat. . . It just stuffed it. It hasn't even gone out of the toilet yet. Feed me food! "

Pitiful, it's really too tragic!1

Yang Soong could not bear to hear it. "Next time, don't use the toilet. "

"Yes, Master. "

Wu Chuang: 'What do I mean? '

"You're quite suitable for jumping into big rice balls and wearing these clothes. Are you saying that the little pigs, cows, and lambs are used to hearing it?" Yang Soong was a little suspicious.

He used to play elegant music.

He really didn't play much of the big songs that were so festive.

"We all like to hear it. " The little girl clicked on the music.

Today is a good day, Anything can be done. Tomorrow was a good day. When he opened his house, he would welcome the spring breeze. . .

Sister Song's voice was still so pleasant to the ears.

He cut another song.

"It's getting better and better. . . "

"The beautiful girl is a big girl, the big girl walks into the cleaning tent. . . "

"Knock, knock, knock, knock. Hit me. Knock, knock, knock. Today is a good start. . . "

Wu Chuang sat down and could not help twisting his body a few more times. He came back to his senses and burst into tears. "It destroyed me!"

Yang Soong quickly asked the little girl to turn off the music.

"It really went too far!"

Wu Chuang immediately nodded.

"You also have quite the talent for dancing. "

Wu Chuang had two lines of tears in his eyes. When his tears were hung on his face with two lines of noodles, it was both funny and sad.

Yang Soong really found that the animals raised in the backyard liked festive songs more than elegant.

"Sure enough, they are all very down-to-earth. In the future, we will change the style of music for them to be in a good mood. Only then can they be good looking. "

Only when they look good can they taste good.

They had to ensure that the livestock lived a happy life before they became food.

This was Yang Soong's persistence as a chef.

Wu Chuang was no longer able to hold the trough.

The little girl said. "Listening to music while appreciating dancing, the animals are happier, their appetites are more exuberant, and they are also more willing to dance with music, more moving meat will make them look better"

The most terrifying thing about domesticated animals was that they were lazy all day long and did not move at all. This way, there would be too much fat and it would affect the taste when it was cooked into food.

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