Needless to say, the dishes cooked by the eldest lady must be eaten.
There is no way, it is authoritarianism, if you don't eat it, you will be in trouble.
But looking at Wang Erming who was diligently wiping the table not far away, Commissioner Huang, who was waiting quite bored, could not help but rub his teeth and yell.
"Li Zhifei, come here."
"Ah?" Wang Erming raised his head in confusion. When he found that Huang Xiaobei was greeting him with ill intentions, he nodded slowly, "Oh."
Wang Erming came to Huang Xiaobei with some fear, holding the rag in his hand, and asked stupidly and timidly.
"Xiaobei, are you okay? I still have to clean the table."
Tang Seng suddenly looked like a ruffian.
"What's going on? You work so hard and you want to be promoted? Then you climb on top of us and bully us?"
Wang Erming was so frightened that he quickly waved his hand.
"No, no, the salary is still paid. I, I just want to work more, otherwise I will always feel sorry for the salary, right? Hehehehe."
Wang Erming played the honest and honest Li Zhifei brilliantly, but Huang Xiaobei became angry as soon as he heard what he said.
"Hey, who are you calling lazy? Who are you calling for not working for money?"
"I, I didn't say you won't work for the money, I, I just said..."
Wang Erming was so frightened that he almost cried. He had no idea where Commissioner Huang had such a bad temper.
Well, it's no wonder that the special correspondent had such a big reaction. Don't forget, he now has a basic salary of two thousand five thousand.
If Wang Erming had said this before, he might have been fine. After all, he used to work for nothing, but it is different now.
He is also a salary earner. Although he has not received one month's wages, Li Zhifei seems to be quite honest, and what he says is quite cruel! He scolds us in a roundabout way.
At that moment, Huang Xiaobei rubbed his teeth and looked Wang Erming up and down, looking suspicious.
"I said, the three of us lost two boxes of cigarettes the day before yesterday. We searched the dormitory and couldn't find them. When I thought about it carefully, it was probably an outsider who did it. I asked, did you steal it for us?"
Faced with Commissioner Huang's accusation, Wang Erming's dark face suddenly turned red. He held a rag and shook his head in fright.
"No, it's not me, it's my mother who told me since I was a child not to let me steal things, and I don't dare to steal things. I really, really didn't steal anything young."
The movie king Wang Erming is aggrieved, and the countryman Li Zhifei who performs is also very impressive.
Faced with such aggrieved Li Zhifei, Huang Xiaobei rolled his eyes, "I'm just asking you, how come you can even speak your hometown dialect? Okay, okay, do you have a cigarette in your pocket?"
Wang Erming was stunned for a moment, then stupidly took out a box of Xuanhemen from his pocket and added a lighter.
"some."
Tang Monk snatched the cigarette and put it into his pocket, not even letting go of the lighter.
Seeing Wang Erming hesitate, Elder Tang immediately glared.
"Shut your mouth!"
Wang Erming did not dare to speak.
After giving each other a cigarette to Old Wei Huang Xiaobei and Brother Mao Zi, Elder Tang, who had a cigarette in his mouth, a cigarette in his hand, and a cigarette in his ear, looked like a gangster and leaned on crutches.
road.
"Okay, I know you didn't steal it. Come on, stand here. The eldest lady's roast suckling pig will be ready in a while. You can taste it first."
Brother Maozi sighed and put the cigarette that Tang Monk threw to him on the table.
Lao Wei didn't smoke either, but Huang Xiaobei and Tang Seng, two shameless men, were so happy to bully Li Zhifei.
Wang Erming looked at Huang Xiaobei and Tang Seng who were smoking so hard that they were almost reaching the sky, scratched their heads and smiled bitterly.
"You, you just want to find trouble and steal my things, right?"
"Do you have any objections?" Huang Xiaobei and Tang Seng glared at Li Zhifei fiercely, calling him a bastard.
Li Zhifei smiled and then stood next to Brother Maozi obediently.
"It's nothing, nothing, it just so happens that I can't finish it."
Brother Maozi couldn't bear to look at it, so he stood up and asked Li Zhifei to sit next to him. He also looked at Huang Xiaobei and Tang Seng with a slightly helpless look.
How should I put it, Brother Maozi really doesn't like bullying the weak.
However, we will really need a suicide squad member soon to risk his life to try the food cooked by Miss Yiyi, so... let's just pretend not to see it.
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Just as the five people were sitting in the hall on the first floor waiting like salted fish, a faint puff of black smoke suddenly floated out from the kitchen, followed closely by a burning smell.
Huang Xiaobei sniffed and clapped his hands.
"It's over, it's over, I have to chew on the fire stick again today."
"well."
The five people present all had tragic expressions on their faces.
There was no other way. Ever since the eldest lady made the bowl of dark eight-treasure bird's nest porridge the day before yesterday, she seemed to have fallen in love with cooking. She squatted in the kitchen every day and studied her dark dishes.
Not only that, the eldest lady also bought a lot of recipes a few days ago, saying that she would study it carefully and try to make a sumptuous delicacy for everyone, and then successfully win the championship in the cooking competition!
Well, you can just ignore the second half of the sentence.
The eldest lady won the cooking competition championship? Hahaha, even if Taoist spends all his wealth, it won't be enough to buy the lives of all the judges.
As for the recipes that the eldest lady bought... Huang Xiaobei flipped through them yesterday when he had nothing to do. Not to mention there were quite a lot of varieties.
Sichuan cuisine, Cantonese cuisine, and Shandong cuisine cover almost all the various cuisines in China, and there are also many original manuscripts and handwritten notes by famous chefs. The farthest famous chef seems to date back to the Qianlong period, all of which were made by Taoist priests who spent a lot of money.
Bought for my daughter.
Of course, these recipes are hard-won, and Dao Ye has put a lot of effort into them.
Take the famous chef's recipe from the Qianlong period as an example. The descendants of that famous chef are not willing to sell their ancestors' heirlooms at all. No one can say that. It just can't be sold. Even if you give a few million, we can't.
Not for sale.
When Master Tao heard that he wouldn't sell it? Is it okay if you don't sell it? My daughter is still waiting to see.
So last night, Master Qi and Master Wu took the big brothers from the Qinghong Gang to the house of the descendant of the famous chef overnight, preparing to have a friendly exchange.
Huang Xiaobei stood at the door and took a look. The good guy came directly and saw more than twenty cars. Each car was filled with big brothers from the Qinghong Gang, and they were all filled with murderous intent.
The most interesting thing is that before the seventh and fifth masters got on the bus, Huang Xiaobei, who didn't know what they were going to do, asked curiously.
"Seventh Master and Fifth Master, what are you going to do with this mobilization of troops? Has anyone offended our Qinghong Gang?"
Qi Ye loaded his pistol and sat in the car easily.
"Nothing, go buy a cookbook."
Huang Xiaobei looked at the convoy of more than 20 vehicles in front of him, and then at the Qinghong gang leader who was loading his pistol in each vehicle.
Looking at the convoy leaving the city, Comrade Commissioner sighed.
"It doesn't look like you are going to buy this at all..."
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Well, the convoy drove to a neighboring province that night and didn't come back until this morning.
The Qinghong Gang, the largest underworld in the city, went on a recent mission to grab a cookbook for their eldest lady?!
I have to say, this is very clear.
Of course, the recipe is definitely a must-have and the process is very simple.
I heard that Fifth Master and Seventh Master told them not long ago that when they and dozens of eldest brothers from the Qinghong Gang drove the car to the door of someone's house, they just threw the ancestor's recipe down from the upstairs. They were so frightened.
He didn't dare to open the door at all, and he didn't even have time to wrap up the yellow cloth.
To put it bluntly, if the recipes that the eldest lady is holding in her hand are thrown into the chef industry one day, they will be basically the same as the best secrets in the martial arts world, and they will cause a bloody storm as soon as they appear.
But Huang Xiaobei and the others don't ask for anything else. They just hope that the three minutes of heat from the eldest lady will pass quickly.
Again, it tastes bad. The food cooked by the eldest lady is really not that bad at all. It is simply tasteless to the core!
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Smelling the smell of paste getting stronger and stronger, Huang Xiaobei rubbed his teeth and said, "I guess in five or six minutes, the eldest lady and Qianqian will come out with the fire sticks. Li Zhifei, please be more conscious in a while. Don't
Wait for us to feed you."
Wang Erming nodded fearfully, "That, that, okay."
After saying that, the muscles on Wang Erming's face couldn't help but twitch.
It’s not acting, he is really scared!!
"Oh, by the way, why haven't you seen Scumbag Chu in the past two days? Where has he been?"
Huang Xiaobei suddenly remembered that he had not seen Chu Zifeng for three days in a row. Could it be that he died in that corner? Then he asked with curiosity and expectation.
At this time, Carl walked out of the elevator with a cup of hot coffee. Hearing Huang Xiaobei's question, Manager Carl smiled and said, "Zifeng went out to help me with some things during the day, but at night...
Xiaoan, do you know?"
Brother Maozi took a sip of vodka, and the strong smell of alcohol made Li Zhifei and Tang Seng beside him almost unable to open their eyes.
Brother Maozi sighed and wiped the wine from his beard, looking like he had gone through many vicissitudes of life.
"To be honest, I really don't want to live with Zifeng now, because he does very, very strange things every night."
Huang Xiaobei and Tang Seng Weislin raised their heads at the same time.
After getting many of Qianqian's personal belongings, it doesn't seem so unimaginable what that scumbag will do at night.
Regarding what Chu Zifeng did at night, Karl didn't know what to say, so he just shook his head and expressed his helplessness.
However, Huang Xiaobei clicked his tongue and said, "So that scumbag is still doing those dirty things. I thought their house had exploded. He has been busy wiping his butt these days."
Lao Wei was stunned, "Zifeng's house exploded? When did it happen?"
"You don't know yet? The night I came home, Chu Renzhao's branch was bombed. I heard from the uncle that many people died. The first floor was blown up, and the entire building was destroyed.
They were almost blown up."
Commissioner Huang sighed and said, "Why were you not there that night? It would have eliminated such a scourge."
Listening to Huang Xiaobei's words, Karl on the side smiled inadvertently.
After telling Tang Seng and others about the bombing of the Chu Group a few days ago, Huang Xiaobei turned his attention to Karl, who was looking at him with a smile.
Oops, Manager Karl appeared on the first floor of the hotel at this time. It seems that he is here to accompany us through thick and thin, right? Well, not bad.
Huang Xiaobei was just about to ask Karl to sit down quickly so that they could all go to hell together later, but unexpectedly, Lao Wei asked first.
"Junior, you, why are you downstairs now? Otherwise, you should go back, otherwise you must also try the food cooked by the eldest lady."
Karl smiled slightly and said nothing.
Upon seeing this, Commissioner Huang became kinder and picked his nose.
"It's still too late for you to run away now. Let's give each of you a red envelope worth 500 yuan, and we'll pretend we've never seen you."
Karl pushed up his sunglasses and put his coffee on the table next to him.
"Senior, this game is very important to us. No matter how unpalatable it is, I think I should try it."
"You are so brave!" Huang Xiaobei and others simultaneously extended their thumbs to Karl.
Karl smiled, then turned around and sat at the dining table next to Huang Xiaobei and the others, took out a book and read quietly.
With the appearance of Karl, the originally noisy hotel lobby suddenly became quiet.
No one was talking, and the only sound that could be heard on the first floor of Nuo University was the sound of Karl's slender fingertips turning the pages of a book.
I have to say that even the handsome facial features of Manager Karl, who was reading quietly, were so peaceful.
This also resulted in everyone present not wanting to break this quiet moment.
But in this extremely peaceful scene, someone suddenly knocked hard on the locked door of the hotel.
"Bang bang bang!"
Immediately afterwards, a familiar voice sounded.
"Open the door, open the door! Brother Rong is one of our own. I'm here to collect some things today."
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Wearing a white suit, Mr. Chu, who was second only to Manager Carl in handsomeness, stepped into the hotel lobby.
Danfeng narrowed his eyes slightly and scanned the people in front of him. Mr. Chu smiled and greeted everyone.
"Good lunch."
"Hello to you too."
Looking at the slightly empty hotel lobby, Mr. Chu said with a sigh.
"It's only been a few days since I came here. Why are there so few people in this hotel? But it doesn't matter. Brother Rong is just here to spend money today." As he said this, Mr. Chu came to the opposite side of Huang Xiaobei and also made a gesture to him.
Got a color.
Seeing Young Master Chu's extremely clear message, Huang Xiaobei and the others rolled their eyes and immediately understood the purpose of Young Master Chu's visit today.
At that moment, Commissioner Huang coughed unnaturally, stood up unnaturally, and scratched his head unnaturally. Huang Xiaobei looked at the crowd with a smile and said.
"Oh, for some reason, I suddenly want to go to the toilet. Lao Wei, you are so bald. Let's go for a walk. How about we go together?"
Brother Maozi also stood up, "It just so happens that I'll go there too."
"You sit here for me, and you can go back when we come back!" Huang Xiaobei quickly pressed Brother Maozi on the chair.
"Ah? But senior, I also want to go to the toilet."
"The toilet can't accommodate so many people. If it doesn't work, you can go to the second floor. It's just a good time to exercise."
At this time, Karl put down the book in his hand and looked at Huang Xiaobei and the others with a smile as they sneakily ran to the toilet.
Seeing that Huang Xiaobei and the others had already run into the toilet, Mr. Chu also understood and covered his stomach, showing an awkward yet polite smile to Carl and the others.
"I'm sorry, my threesome was so hard last night that my waist hurts, so I have to go to the toilet."