"I wonder if this little brother has any questions that he wants to talk to me about." Murong Cheng asked with a cold face that did not conceal anything.
Han Bao was shocked by his expression at this time, and he was a little confused.
Has he ever offended him?
No.
Then why did Murong Chenghui have a bad look on him, as if someone had robbed his wife.
Han Bao always felt that his neck was chilly. He curled up his neck quietly and said carefully and carefully: "I just ate fish with Jin Sheng at the Fulou on Zhuque Street, and Jin Sheng started talking about you.
The fish cooked is more delicious than Fulou. I am curious and want to try something new. I wonder if you can..."
After asking, he was interrupted by Murong Cheng: "Don't even think about it!"
Murong Cheng said bluntly and without any courtesy at all.
When he heard the first words he said, he resisted the urge to strangle him to death.
I didn't expect that the last sentence was even more shameless. I actually wanted to taste his craftsmanship. Is he worthy?
Murong Cheng naturally understood, but he was not that easy to dismiss.
After Han Bao finished speaking, he looked up at Murong Cheng and looked away hastily.
However, his eyes are so sharp.
"You shouldn't be doing anything ulterior. Is it something that violates discipline and law? This is not possible! If I cooperate with you, what will I do if something happens to you? I will be implicated.
"Murong Cheng pretended to be surprised, and then showed a look of fear.
How could this Fulou belong to him? He just wanted to conceal their identity and used the Fulou as an excuse to buy Murong Cheng's ingredients. Then he concocted the flavor, wrote it into a code and put it into the immortal gate.
Han Bao realized what he had discovered, so there was no need to hide it. He directly admitted: "You have really good eyesight. This building is indeed not mine."
Seeing Han Bao's admission, Murong Cheng asked strangely: "Since it's not your Fulou, why are you so interested in buying my ingredients for Fulou? Could it be that you have other motives?"
Halfway through Han Bao's words, Murong Cheng left the rest to his own guess.
Han Bao was exposed, and he was a little embarrassed, but for the ingredients, he couldn't offend Murong Cheng. Where else could he find such good ingredients? Something that can be praised by the boss must be good.
Song Jinsheng still sat there without any expression, as if the situation in front of her had no impact on her.
Han Bao barely maintained the smile on his face and called out a strategy: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to do it. Let me tell you the truth. You also know that Fulou is the best restaurant in all the cities, and it is also the most expensive. And I
I can be considered as someone who can influence Fulou. If I can make Fulou’s dishes more delicious, I will be considered lucky..."
The flattering smile on Han Bao's face froze for a moment, and he didn't know how to speak.
Murong Cheng held the tea cup in his hand and drank it with excitement, without saying a word for a long time.
Han Bao glanced at Murong Cheng secretly again, and saw that he was still unmoved, which made him a little frustrated.
Murong Cheng snorted coldly. What does it have to do with me?
When Han Bao thought that he was going to accomplish another successful thing, he couldn't help but feel excited. However, Murong sat there without saying anything. He felt anxious and couldn't help but remind him: "See if it's feasible. Don't worry about money."
, we will not treat you badly, and you will have the commission from all the steamed fish production, which will be a considerable income in the future, so you have to think about it!"
He specializes in cooking fish for Miss Jin Sheng, and no one else would even think about it.
Maybe it was an NPC named Li, I guess, but it’s been a long time and I can’t remember it.
That's right, looking at her clothes, she doesn't look like someone who is short of money.
"Is this Fulou yours?" Murong Cheng caught the loophole in his words and asked sharply.
"You really have a good eye. We buy your ingredients not just for Fu Lou, but we also have other plans. I just can't say more. You also know that sometimes things..."
Murong Cheng asked directly without giving any face.
Han Bao ignored Murong Cheng's look and continued to talk. Finally, he pointed out the core issue: "Since the fish you cook is so delicious, is there any way to sell it to us? What conditions do you have?"
We will try our best to satisfy you...and allow everyone in the server to eat this delicious fish, which is the most proud thing in the culinary world."
He is now somewhat accustomed to the language expressions in Miss Jinsheng's world, and his speech is not as refined as before.
Hearing this, Han Bao quickly said: "Mr. Murong, you are worrying too much. How could we do such a thing? And even if something does happen, we will definitely not implicate you. Don't worry about this. You are the most important person."
You can feel free to cooperate with us without so many worries and scruples.”
"This...I don't know if what you are saying is true. Why don't you let me see for a while..."
Even though Han Bao was talking about this, the people on the other side kept pressing him step by step. He had no choice at all.
