Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 1235 Just Run

Twenty minutes later, Ichiro Nozawa wheezed and followed Yang Song, panting like a broken bellows.

"Can you? You should rest." Yang Song persuaded.

"No, I can still run." Nozawa Ichiro gasped for breath every time he said another word.

"You can keep running, but don't follow me."

"No, I will definitely follow you to the end."

Yang Song: "You have already dragged me down. I usually circle the park twice and a half at this time, but now I only ran one lap."

Nozawa Ichiro's expression froze: "Then what should we do?"

"You jog, run and rest, don't faint, think about cooking competitions in the backstage, there is no need to run and disable yourself at this time." Yang Song sent Nozawa Ichiro to the park guard and gave it to the uncle Bought a bottle of milk: "Please watch him for a while. If you faint, call 120. I'll come back after the run."

"rest assured!"

It was still early, and there were not many people in the park. When the uncle was free, he came out of the small pavilion by himself to exercise on the fitness equipment next to him.

Yang Song had already sped up and ran far away, and he couldn't even see his back, but Nozawa Ichiro still wanted to chase him.

"Okay, okay, if you run again, you will fall apart!" The uncle stepped on the space walker, swinging his legs, having fun.

"It's good to play with these fitness equipment."

Ichiro Nozawa was very disdainful: "These equipment are useless at all, they are too mentally handicapped!"

It seems very contemptible.

The uncle stopped and said coldly: "Look down on our park equipment? Or look down on those of us who use equipment to exercise?"

Ichiro Nozawa: "Hmph!"

He looks down on it!
The uncle said: "I think you can't play well, so you deliberately talk about grapes!"

"Hehe, I can't play? Let's compete!" Ichiro Nozawa also climbed onto the space walker.

"Let's come to the competition, limited to half an hour, to see who can't hold on?"

"Row!"

Start!
The two old men kept swinging their legs, like a pendulum with the accelerator key pressed, chasing each other as if they were about to fight.

Half an hour later, the two old men were sweating all over their faces, and only a single layer of clothes remained on their bodies.

"Fight again!"

"Afraid of you?"

The two of them switched to the ab board again and did sit-ups on it.

One for you, one for me, whoever stops first will be the grandson!
Another half an hour passed, both of them were panting like cows, and personally felt that their waists were stretched by five centimeters.

After a 5-minute break, the two fight again.

This time it's a seesaw.

You lift me up, and I lift you up, you lift up, I lift up, no one will be outdone.

The two old men played on the seesaw, just like a competitive sports.

The new red scarf: "Mom, the two grandpas had a great time."

"The people who are disturbed, the grandpas must have been friends for many years."

Mother and son switched to other games.

The two old men continued to fight endlessly with the seesaw.

When Yang Song came back from running, the two of them met each other standing on the waves.

A wave log is a piece of driftwood suspended between two horizontal bars. Two people need to stand on both ends of the driftwood to keep balance with each other. The one who falls first is the loser.

Of course, there are also partners who unite and cooperate, and everyone persists together.

Obviously Ichiro Nozawa and the janitor are not that kind of combination.

Both of them held on to the chain tightly, shaking the driftwood desperately, trying to shake each other off.

Yang Song said: "Have you played enough?"

Nobody paid any attention to him.

The two are like bullfights, each trying to knock the other out of the ring.

"Admit defeat, I grew up on a boat, and I am the best at mastering the sense of balance!" Nozawa Ichiro said loudly.

"Then I'm better than you!" The uncle was very proud: "I'm a ship repairer!"

Ichiro Nozawa: "It doesn't make any sense to talk about it, this time I must shake you down!"

"Come on, come on, who is afraid of you?"

Fight for another [-] rounds.

Yang Song felt that if they practiced for a while, there would be two ambulances whenever they were called.

"The uncle is at work, you have to go back and watch the surveillance."

"And you, isn't the Buddha jumping over the wall in the background not comparable?"

Business matters.

"Fight next time!"

"It's a word."

They finally got off the surfboard, and as soon as they took a step, the two of them walked like crabs.

Yang Song: "I knew it."

He called first to ask for leave for the janitor.

Nozawa Ichiro wailed loudly: "You must be a liar sent by Yang Song. You deliberately stimulated me to compete with you. Now I can't stand still, and I will definitely lose to him the day after tomorrow..."

How should I describe this cry?

The male and female protagonists in Qiong Yao's drama cried louder than the total.

The uncle's surname is Xiao, and he was very unhappy: "What are you talking about, old boy? Don't spit shit, today's matter has nothing to do with this young man. It's clear that you are rushing to compete with me. If you lose, you won't admit it. Shame on you, shameless?"

Ichiro Nozawa was stunned for a moment, as if he really wanted to compete on his own initiative.

"That's what you seduced too." He remembered that sentence again, knowing yourself, knowing your enemy, and winning every battle,
"I am Yang Song's most threatening enemy. You must have investigated me and knew my personality characteristics, and then deliberately stimulated me to take the initiative to compete with you."

The more Ichiro Nozawa analyzed it, the more he felt it made sense.

"You Huaxia people are really ambitious and treacherous!"

Even the janitor admired his ingenuity.

"Are you the kind of pervert whose childhood and misfortunes mentioned in the novel, whose psychological shadow is bigger than a pig and darker than the bottom of a pot?"

Ichiro Nozawa is very shadowy right now.

Yang Song almost died laughing.

"I don't care, it's because you guys are plotting against me anyway, the Buddha jumping over the wall competition must be postponed!" Ichiro Nozawa went crazy.

Yang Song: "There is no need to postpone, I will find a way to cure you."

"What can I do? My whole body is sore and exhausted now!"

"Let's go, I invite you two to massage and set the bone." Yang Song said.

Uncle Xiao was very satisfied: "There is a good one on the street in front of the park."

"I always feel that you have a conspiracy." Nozawa Ichiro was very vigilant: "You Chinese people are all treacherous."

"Nozawa, what dish did you lose to me last time?" Yang Song asked.

Ichiro Nozawa shut up instantly, it was a shame to his doctor.

"Show face, talk too much, and I'll ask someone to make emojis of those moments when you lost to me."

Early in the morning, Yang Song had to coax Nozawa Ichiro non-stop, and his mood was not very good.

This old boy is really too noisy.

"You are not the most threatening enemy to me at all. I never felt that you have much influence on me, especially after you lost to me." After Yang Song finished speaking, he helped Uncle Xiao to walk forward.

Ichiro Nozawa patted his thigh, and finally couldn't help but follow.

Traditional Chinese medicine bone-setting massage is not uncommon in any city in China.

It can be said that in any community, there is a bone setting massage, or massage and acupuncture.

The two doctors of traditional Chinese medicine, as soon as they get started, they will know if there is one.

In the physiotherapy hall, ghosts were crying and wolves were howling.

Ichiro Nozawa howled the most:

"Killed people! You are murdering for money!"

"It hurts! It hurts! It hurts me to death!"

"Help! Woohoo..."

(End of this chapter)