Lu Xiaozhan couldn't help but think of the scene in the afternoon when he was so stunned by her beauty in front of Wang Yan that he was in a state of confusion. He immediately followed Wang Yan to the parking lot in despair, while Misha asked curiously: "Hey, little
Yan, why does he seem to have chicken plague when you talk about glutinous rice chicken?"
The three of them got into the fiery red car together. Wang Yan drove out of the radio station from the side door with a sullen face and said nothing, bypassing the group of old men who were waiting for her. It seemed that she was still sulking.
No matter how carefully Lu Xiaozhan tried to find a topic to talk about with a smile on his face, Wang Yan always held the steering wheel and looked ahead, paying no attention to him.
Lu Xiaozhan sat in the back seat, rummaging around, and said: "I didn't pay attention this afternoon. It turns out that this car is quite comfortable to sit in. Where did it come from? I've never seen it. It's a new brand? Hey, what's up with this logo?
It's a bit like a Cadillac? It shouldn't be cheap? I didn't expect that a host like you, Sister Xiaoyan, could buy such a good car, tsk tsk..."
Wang Yan was overwhelmed by Lu Xiaozhan's verbosity, and couldn't help but replied angrily: "This is Geely Emgrand, a domestic brand, and it doesn't cost much."
Lu Xiaozhan quickly took advantage of the soup to flatter him: "Sister Xiaoyan, you are really patriotic. Even if you buy a car, you will buy domestic products. Hey, you will not marry a foreigner in the future?"
Wang Yan's sharp eyes were reflected at Lu Xiaozhan through the rearview mirror, and he gritted his teeth: "If you keep being wordy, I'll throw you out of the car!"
Lu Xiaozhan was so frightened that he couldn't speak anymore.
The car drove for nearly twenty minutes and stopped in front of a small two-story restaurant. It was already eleven o'clock in the evening, and the business inside the restaurant was still very busy.
"This is the little chef..." Lu Xiaozhan read the sign at the door word by word, and said with a smile, "Hey, the boss here is quite sour. He is just a cook. Why do you think he is so knowledgeable?
"
Wang Yan glanced at him sideways: "Don't look down on cooks. Cooking also requires talent. Do you think anyone can make good food? Besides, I'm not sure he is an expert, he is just a part-time cook.
"Misha asked with a smile: "I wonder where the Lu family's little brother can get a job?"
Lu Xiaozhan scratched the back of his head and chuckled: "I'm not afraid of your jokes, I don't have a high position, I'm just... just a cook."
"...No wonder you said you would make glutinous rice chicken for me to eat this afternoon."
Lu Xiaozhan didn't dare to speak again, and followed the two beauties into the hotel dejectedly.
The business area of this small kitchen is not large. Looking at the barbecue hanging in the cold dish room, you can tell that this is a restaurant that mainly focuses on Cantonese cuisine. The decoration style in the restaurant is very unique. There is a small pool rockery in the corner and a small rockery by the window.
Surrounded by a deliberately mottled wooden fence, it feels like an old official's mansion.
Wang Yan took the initiative and simply ordered a roast goose and three side dishes, as well as a bunch of sour plum soup. He sipped from a small imitation blue and white porcelain tea cup and chatted casually with Misha. Lu Xiaozhan was bored.
I sat on the side and looked around, hoping to find a few beauties or girls in this small shop, but it was a pity that there were only four women in the whole shop, including Wang Yanmisha, and two of them were sitting with me.
On the same table were the two waitresses who were serving food. When Lu Xiaozhan glanced at the two middle-aged waitresses, he quickly looked away and refused to take another look.
Not long after, the roast goose and three side dishes were put on the table one after another. Lu Xiaozhan picked up his chopsticks and took a bite. He was surprised and said: "Oh, the food here tastes pretty good. This dish of celery branches is fried just right. The chef's
The fire control ability is very good.”
Wang Yan chewed gracefully, swallowed the food in his mouth and said, "We often eat here and always like the food here, so I brought you here to try it today. Does it feel good?"
Lu Xiaozhan nodded repeatedly: "That's right. I have a very picky tongue. I can usually tell the quality of anything that goes into my mouth with just a few smacks. The food here is considered to be top quality."
Wang Yan seemed to have forgotten that he was angry with Lu Xiaozhan, and started chatting happily with Lu Xiaozhan and Misha while eating.
Suddenly, there was a table of customers near the door, banging the table and shouting: "Lady boss! Come here, come here, do you still want to do business?"
The proprietress was a well-dressed middle-aged woman, wearing a red, blue, and gold suit, with two or three bulges on her waist like a lifebuoy. She twisted her waist and walked over and asked with a smile: "Who are you?"
Sir, if you have any questions, just tell me, don't get angry in this hot day."
A middle-aged man wearing a floral shirt among the guests at the table pointed at the table and shouted: "Is your beef pretending to be pork? It's still watered pork. It tastes so rotten and has no chew at all."
Several companions nearby were making noises: "A restaurant like this is doing such a bad thing, so I won't pay for it."
The landlady wanted to explain, but she was frustrated by the fact that the four or five grown men shouted at the top of their lungs and pushed her a few times from time to time, leaving no room for her to interrupt. She was so anxious that she grabbed the corners of her clothes with both hands and screamed for injustice.
The door next to the food delivery room suddenly opened, and out came a fat, dark young man with a big head and a big face. He had a shaved head and was very energetic. The fat young man came over with a cooking spoon.
The proprietress stood behind her and said with glaring eyes: "You guys are talking nonsense, we never... pretend pork... isn't pretending to be beef!"
Several troublemaking guests were stunned when they saw a strong young man like a black iron tower standing in front of them. A small man in a floral shirt next to him sneered: "Hey, I said stutter, you are the cook here? I said you
You can’t even speak well, how can the fried dishes be any better?”
The young man said angrily: "What's wrong with stammering? I...I don't use my tongue...to stir-fry with my tongue!"
The couple laughed and said in colorful shirts: "Mrs. Boss, it's okay to play with fakes in your store. Now you let a stammer come out to talk to us. Are you afraid that our brothers will be too boring for us?"
Are you looking for fun?"
The young man's cheeks were clenched tightly, and his eyes were so angry that they almost burst into flames. He couldn't speak fluently and could not reason with those people who were clearly making trouble. The boss's wife seemed to be afraid that the young man would take action if he couldn't help himself.
, and quickly pulled him back a few steps.
"That's too much! These people are making trouble unreasonably. They plan to refuse to tell anyone and bully a young man who stutters." Wang Yan said angrily. Although she is gentle by nature, she couldn't help but snap her chopsticks when she saw this scene.
He slapped the table with a thud, stood up and went to help the young man.
Next to him, Lu Xiaozhan was chewing a roasted goose leg with one hand. When he saw that Wang Yan had the urge to step forward and curse, he quickly raised his leg to stop her with his knee, and said vaguely: "Let me do it." He said slowly and leisurely.
He stood up and turned towards the table where the trouble was taking place.
Lu Xiaozhan threw away the bones in his hand, wiped his mouth, and said to the flowered shirt with a smile: "Guys, this young man is not good at talking. How about I, a good talker, talk to you?"
Those people were stunned for a moment, but before they could say anything, the fat, dark young man rushed up excitedly, took Lu Xiaozhan's hand and shouted: "O-O-O-O..."
Lu Xiaozhan was startled: "Brother, do you want to vomit?"