Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 1115 Is it fragrant?Does it hurt?
"Who are you scaring? When I'm really afraid of you?"

Obviously, Zhang Xiaoyang didn't realize the seriousness of the situation, so he took out his mobile phone to make a call.

So many people wanted to hit him, and they all appeared in the same frame, yet he still wanted to call someone.

When people come, everything will be cold.

Can't say the same.

At least the men he called could help carry him away.

The hospital is not far away either.

"My people will arrive in 10 minutes, if you have the ability, please wait for me!"

"Hmph, a group of nurses, let's not let people talk about it."

"How much does Yang Song pay you? One hundred, or two hundred? Do you include box lunch?"

"You guys are not good at acting! You can't let go!"

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

"Just you, the one with the broom, why did you take the broom? Are you trying to hit me? What's the use of the broom? Can't you just move the chair?"

"And you, aren't you Yang Song's girlfriend? Your acting skills are the worst. As his girlfriend, you have to communicate with him, understand?"

"Everyone in the audience acted very depressed, only you, you with the rolling pin, you are too exaggerated, understand? You are just a little transparent with 100 yuan a day, so what are you doing so hard? Yang Song will give you a raise? Is there any Five insurances and one housing fund?"

He is like a watering can with full firepower, the kind of modern technology that can spray pesticides in 360 degrees.

Yang Song gave up and couldn't stop it.

"You have to be a little bit measured, don't kill me." Yang Song tried his best.

Chen Ming and Meng Shijia took the sack that made them feel very friendly, put Zhang Xiaoyang in it, and hung it up.

"What do you want to do?" Zhang Xiaoyang couldn't help struggling. Whenever he moved, the rope moved, like a swing.

No, it's more infiltrating than a swing.

He looks like a hanged ghost.

"I warn... I warn you to let me down immediately, otherwise you will look good, and my people will come right away, be careful that I will throw you into the river to feed the fish."

No one takes this threatening rhetoric seriously.

Yang Song shook his head: "Old-fashioned!"

Zhang Xiaoyang was so frightened that Gu Baiwei was fooled into going to the front kitchen, and no one helped him.

"Do you know who I am?"

"I don't know, I don't know, I haven't seen, I haven't heard of it."

Yang Song got a basket of garlic from nowhere, sat at the table and started peeling, Chen Ming and Meng Shihan helped.

The three Wen brothers also helped after washing their hands.

"Chef Gu, save me!"

"Baiwei is making Wanfu meat in the kitchen." Yang Song put an end to Zhang Xiaoyang's idea of ​​asking an acquaintance for help.

Wanfu pork is an extremely delicate dish. Simply put, it is to divide the pork into very small and very small pieces of meat, and then carve patterns on it.

That's right, it is to carve flowers on the meat, one knife after another, enough to cut thousands of knives.

Take it a little further.

It's not that exaggerated, but it's about the same.

With so many of them, at least three chopsticks of meat dishes each, Gu Baiwei would not be able to return for at least two hours.

"Chef Gu won't leave me alone!" Waiting for him to be put down for two hours.

"No, when my people come, I'll smash your shop, and you bastards, I'll throw you into the freezer, and let you taste the quick-frozen taste!"

It is indeed a high-frozen food.

Zhang Xiaoyang's threats are very characteristic of his own products.

Yang Song's peeling garlic is not the same as others.

He likes to divide the whole head of garlic into cloves, then use a kitchen knife to cut off the feet of the garlic cloves, and then peel the skin.

"Be careful not to break the surface of the garlic cloves. I'm going to make Laba garlic, and I plan to make some pickled garlic!" Yang Song reminded.

Yang Song didn't care about Zhang Xiaoyang's threat, but the others couldn't help it.

Chen Ming hit Zhang Xiaoyang with something: "Shut up, don't disturb Brother Song's cooking, or keep your mouth shut, and use this little brother's towel to wipe his feet."

Meng Shijia bowed and smiled: "It'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, you always know the richest man in Los Angeles?"

The richest man in Los Angeles?

Yang Song, not only Yang Song, everyone went to see Chen Ming except the eldest and second child of the Wen family.

"What happened to the richest man in Los Angeles? Is he your father?" Wen Shengli said.

On the territory of Los Angeles, you can't mess with the richest man in Los Angeles.

Are they going to run away early?
Take the chef and run away.

Wen Shengli has already figured that even if he runs away, he cannot give up on Yang Song.

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

Yang Song didn't understand Wen Shengli's brain circuit, but after a little thought, he came up with the idea that he wanted to run away.

"Thank you, but no need."

I'm a little touched, he really is very important.

However, he didn't intend to have anything to do with Wen Shengli. The green light in this guy's eyes was obviously from the hunger of foodies.

Whether Wen Shengli took him away or kidnapped him to cook for him in the end, Yang Song could think of the answer in less than three seconds.

As Baifeng Pavilion became more and more famous, Yang Song had a group of hardcore fans.

The most obvious characteristic of these true fans is that they like crooked.

Someone has already serialized a novel with Yang Song as the protagonist on the Internet.

There are still two male protagonists, the protagonist other than Yang Song arrogantly bought an island and built a country on that island.

Then he gave the country to Yang Song.

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

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

"You are not allowed to cook for others without my order."

"You are my unique royal chef!"

That's right, it's such a strong overbearing style.

Obviously, this is a novel about a female domineering president disguised as a man.

When Yang Song saw it at first sight, he almost smashed his phone, but later he resisted his mother's urge to sell it, just to report it.

He wants to end this novel and make the author pay the price.

As a result, I looked at it, and I saw that I smashed the glass with my bare hands, smashed a big wall with one hand, kicked a tiger with my left foot, and stepped on a Lamborghini with my right foot.

Move the orchid finger, and someone will drive [-] elite helicopters to clear the way for him.

……

Nima, it looks so cool!

Yang Song said that if he hadn't wanted to become the king of kitchen gods too strongly, he would really be addicted to novels and couldn't extricate himself.

After reading the cool article, I stopped reporting it, and stopped scolding the author.

He even spent money to become a VIP, and even gave the author a reward. The monthly pass was saved every day, all for the author, and he also learned to remind.

The weird gleam in Wen Shengli's eyes, as well as the slightly wretched way of rubbing his hands and swallowing his saliva, all indicate the same meaning. He is likely to imprison Yang Song like another protagonist in the novel, and only cook for him. .

The only difference is that Wen Shengli is not as rich as the hero in the novel, he can't afford an island, and he can't send him to the country. All that awaits Yang Song is a dark basement.

Yang Song shook his head: "I'm not going anywhere, I'm just pickling garlic cloves here, turn around and don't look at me."

"Why?" Wen Shengli's plan failed at the first step.

"The eyes are too greasy, which affects my mood of cooking."

Chen Ming grabbed the empty bamboo basket next to him, put it on his head, and manually helped Wen Shengli turn around.

"Hold on, don't turn around, or I'll throw you out."

Wen Shengli disagreed.

"Be honest, you are not a guest, you are a free eater, any one of us can throw you out."

Wen Shengli agreed.

(End of this chapter)