Chapter 1115

"Scare who? When I'm really afraid of you?"

Obviously, Zhang Xiaoyang didn't realize the seriousness of the situation and took out his mobile phone to make a phone call.

So many people want to hit him, all appear in the same box, and he has to call someone.

When they came, everything was cold.

You can't say that.

At least the people he called could help carry him away.

The hospital is not far.

"My people will arrive in ten minutes. Wait for me if you have the ability!"

"Hum, a group of childcare, I won't let anyone say."

"How much is Yang Song? One hundred or two hundred? Do you want a box lunch?"

"You're not good at acting! You can't let go!"

Zhang Xiaoyang called and completely let go.

"Just you, the one with the broom, why do you take a broom? Do you want to hit me? What's the use of the top of the broom? You can't move the chair directly?"

"And you, Yang Song's girlfriend, aren't you? Your acting skills are the worst. As his girlfriend, you have to communicate with him. Do you understand?"

"Everyone in the audience acted very depressed. Only you, you with a rolling pin, are too boastful. Do you understand? You're just a little transparent with a hundred yuan a day. Why do you work hard? Yang Song gave you a raise? Is there five insurances and one fund?"

It's like a spray pot with full fire. It's the kind of modern technology that can spray pesticides at 360 degrees.

Yang Song gave up and couldn't stop it.

"You're a little measured. Don't kill me." Yang Song did his last.

Chen Ming and Meng Shijia put Zhang Xiaoyang in the sack and hung it up.

"What do you want?" Zhang Xiaoyang couldn't help struggling. When he moved, the rope moved like a swing.

No, more than a swing.

He's hanging like a ghost.

"I warn you... To put me down right away, or you will look good. My people will come right away. Be careful that I throw you into the river to feed the fish."

No one takes this threatening script seriously.

Yang Song shook his head: "old fashioned!"

Zhang Xiaoyang was so frightened that Gu Baiwei was fooled into going to the front kitchen and no one helped him.

"Do you know who I am?"

"I don't know. I don't know. I haven't seen or heard of it."

Yang Song doesn't know where to get a basket of garlic. He sits at the table and begins peeling. Chen Ming and Meng Shihan help.

The three brothers of the Wen family washed their hands and helped.

"Chef, help me!"

"Baiwei makes Wanfu meat in the kitchen." Yang Song's words rejected Zhang Xiaoyang's idea of looking for acquaintances for help.

Wanfu meat is an extremely fine dish. In short, it is to divide the pork into special small meat pieces, and then carve them on them.

Yes, it's carving flowers on the meat, one knife after another, cutting tens of thousands of knives.

It's a little far.

It's not that exaggerated, but it's almost the same.

With so many of them, at least three chopsticks of meat and vegetables per person, Gu Baiwei can't come back for at least two hours.

"Chef Gu won't ignore me!" Wait for him to be put down in two hours.

"No, when my people come, I'll smash your broken shop and you bastards. I'll throw you into the freezer and let you taste the taste of quick freezing!"

It is worthy of high frozen food.

Zhang Xiaoyang has the characteristics of his own products.

Yang Song peeling garlic is different from others.

He likes to divide the whole garlic into pieces, then cut the foot of the garlic with a kitchen knife, and then peel it.

"Be careful not to break the surface of garlic. I want to make Laba garlic and intend to make some pickled garlic!" Yang Song told me.

Yang Song doesn't care about Zhang Xiaoyang's threat, but others can't.

Chen Ming smashed Zhang Xiaoyang with something: "shut up. Don't disturb brother song's cooking, or seal your mouth and urgently use the towel that the little brother wipes his feet."

Meng Shijia bowed and smiled, "it's me."

Zhang Xiaoyang was finally frightened.

He dared not attack indiscriminately. After thinking for a while, he changed his strategy.

"You don't know me. Do you always know the richest man in Los Angeles?"

The richest man in Los Angeles?

Yang Song, not only Yang Song, but everyone went to see Chen Ming except the boss and the second son of the Wen family.

"What happened to the richest man in Los Angeles? Is he your father?" Wen Shengli said.

You can't mess with the richest man in Los Angeles.

Do they want to run early?

Take the cook and run away.

Wen Shengli has figured that even if he runs, he can't give up Yang Song.

"Brother song, I'll book you a first-class ticket!"

Yang Song didn't understand Wen Shengli's brain circuit, but he thought a little and came to the idea that he wanted to run.

"Thank you, but no."

I'm a little moved. He's really important.

However, he didn't intend to have anything to do with Wen Shengli. There was a green light from hunger in this guy's eyes.

Whether Wen Shengli took him on the run or finally abducted him to cook for him, Yang song can think of the answer in less than three seconds.

As Baifeng Pavilion became more and more famous, Yang Song had a group of ashes of true love powder.

The most obvious feature of these true love powders is that they like crooked.

Some people have serialized novels with Yang Song as the protagonist on the Internet.

He is also a double hero. The protagonist outside Yang Song bought an island and built a country on that island.

Then he gave the country to Yang Song.

"The territory is yours, you are mine."

"From now on, I will only eat the food you cook."

"You are not allowed to cook for others without my order."

"You are my unique imperial chef!"

Yes, it's such a strong overbearing style.

Obviously, this is a novel about the domineering president of female frequency wearing male frequency.

At first sight, Yang Song almost smashed his mobile phone. Later, he tried to resist his mother's impulse to sell batches, just to report.

He wants to finish the novel and make the author pay the price.

As a result, I looked at what I saw, splitting the glass with my bare hands, smashing the wall with one hand, kicking the tiger with my left foot and trampling the Lamborghini with my right foot.

Moving the orchid finger, someone drove 30000 elite helicopters to open the way for him.

……

Nima, it looks great!

Yang Song said that if he didn't want to be the king of Kitchen God, he would really be addicted to novels.

After reading a cool article, I won't report it or scold the author.

He even spent money on VIP and even gave rewards to the author. He saved monthly tickets every day for the author, and learned to urge more.

The strange light in Wen Shengli's eyes and the slightly obscene hand rubbing and saliva swallowing all mean that he is likely to imprison Yang song like another protagonist in the novel and only cook for him.

The only difference is that Wen Shengli has no money, can't afford the island and can't send it to the country. The only thing waiting for Yang Song is the dark basement.

Yang Song shook his head: "I'm not going anywhere. I'll pickle garlic here. Turn around and don't look at me."

"Why?" The first step in Wen's victory plan was to hang up.

"My eyes are too greasy, which affects my cooking mood."

Chen Ming grabbed the empty bamboo basket next to him, put it on his head and manually helped Wen Shengli turn around.

"Hold on, don't turn around, or I'll throw you out."

Wen Shengli disagreed.

"Be honest, you're not a guest. You're a freeloader. Any one of us can throw you out."

Wen Shengli agreed.