C18 (1/2)

”There's no need to exaggerate so much!”

He couldn't sit still any longer, so he stood up and walked over.

The chubby chef's expression was full of emotion. He occasionally frowned and occasionally got excited. After finishing the noodles and soup in one breath, he suddenly knelt down before Duan Hong. ”Little brother, no, no!” God's Chef, God Chef, please teach me, I want to learn the Dragon-Sore Noodle Soup. In the past 40 years, I have never tasted such delicious noodles —

Although there were not many people eating in the hall, there were still people. The fat chef was shocked, so Duan Hong immediately helped him up, not wanting to become the center of attention.

< p > ”Are you sure you want to learn?”

Duan Hong asked seriously.

Fat Chef had been in the chef industry for many years, but he had never been as eager to learn how to cook noodles as he was today, nodding his head like a ratchet.

Duan Hong took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it over to him, saying: ”This is the noodle soup, open it after I leave.”

Normally, he would believe a person's words, and everything he said was true. The fat chef stood by Duan Hong's side seriously, with his belly sticking out.

Once he sat down, he thought to himself: Since Senior Brother and this young lady's plan has been completed, then I won't think about it anymore. It's useless even if I think about it.

The smile on her face immediately changed to a mischievous one as she suddenly turned to the young girl. ”Eldest sister-in-law, how is senior apprentice-brother's face?”

Sister-in-law?

The young girl was stunned. Wasn't he the boss?

Why did you call me sister-in-law? 'Then, looking at the Duan Hong his Master looked like a dog seeing its owner, he immediately realised the truth: It was actually a fake just now, he was the boss.

With both hands, he brought the bowl in front of the young girl and said, ”Sister-in-law, why don't you give this bowl of noodles to Second Uncle?”

As he spoke, his hands moved very quickly.

The young girl reacted even faster as she hurriedly grabbed the side of the bowl with both hands. Like a hen protecting his baby Chick, she stared at him with her pure eyes and said, ”Mine.”

< p > ”This —”

He suddenly thought of the method of snatching food from the Ku Chan Temple and Third Master s, which he couldn't snatch away. He spat a mouthful of saliva into the bowl.

”Oh, you — why are you so immoral?”

The young girl was so embarrassed that her face turned red.

< p > ”Hehe.”

Su Yun laughed sinisterly: ”Sister-in-law, you don't need to eat anymore. Give the food to me, Second Uncle. I will remember you well.”

As he spoke, he moved the bowl to his side.

Duan Hong laughed bitterly. He had encountered this kind of method many times before in the Ku Chan Temple, so it wasn't strange. He pushed the noodles in front of him to the girl and said: ”This bowl hasn't been touched yet.

The young girl gratefully received the bowl. She quickly ate the noodles and suddenly said in a bad mood, ”If you don't let me eat, then I won't let you eat either.”

She too, imitating the pattern of fever, spat into the bowl.

Duan Hong and the driver made the fat chef serve two bowls of rice, but after they dealt with the two, they also had their fill.

In the time it took to eat a meal, the TT had already been repaired. In fact, there was no big problem, it was just that the weather was overheated and the water in the water tank was missing, which caused the pot to be opened. Adding the water would make it alright or be better along with the antifreeze, so there was no need to change it for a year.

These questions were naturally not known to Duan Hong and the girl.

The chubby chef's expression was full of emotion. He occasionally frowned and occasionally got excited. After finishing the noodles and soup in one breath, he suddenly knelt down before Duan Hong. ”Little brother, no, no!” God's Chef, God Chef, please teach me, I want to learn the Dragon-Sore Noodle Soup. In the past 40 years, I have never tasted such delicious noodles —

This number was no small amount to Duan Hong, but the girl was the complete opposite. She took out a stack of three thousand bills from her car, counted it out, and gave another three hundred yuan that was filled with oil.

Her car had been repaired, so naturally, she couldn't trouble Duan Hong anymore. However, she couldn't bear to leave, so she felt somewhat conflicted in her heart.

Duan Hong had a very good impression of this girl. Which normal man wouldn't like beautiful women?