Tang Mingli grabbed my hand and said, "Since Grandpa doesn't want to see us, let's take our leave first."
After finishing speaking, he walked out of the private room without looking back. He gave me a thumbs up and said with a smile, "Jun Yao, you fought really beautifully in this battle today."
I smiled and said: "As long as you have the strength, you can get what you want. If you have nothing, you can only beg for mercy."
Halfway through, I suddenly paused and asked a girl in a white cheongsam next to me, "Where is your kitchen?"
The girl in white said: "Guest, we have a rule here that no guest can approach the important part of the kitchen."
I said, "Rules are made by people, I want to meet your boss."
The girl in white said firmly: "No, our boss doesn't see anyone."
I smiled, scanned with my spiritual sense, found the kitchen, and strode over. There were two strong men standing at the door of the kitchen, wearing sunglasses, looking at us aggressively.
"Who?" they exclaimed.
I said, "I want to meet your chef."
"Our chef never sees customers." The strong man said, "Please go back."
I smiled and said loudly: "I am not satisfied with the dishes made by your restaurant, so naturally I want to talk to your chef."
I knew that the chef was in the kitchen and could hear my voice. The strong man in front of the door snorted coldly and said, "Ma'am, if you don't leave, we won't be polite."
I continued to say loudly: "The dishes you cook have too little aura, such as the braised hoof. There are seven or forty-nine kinds of spiritual plants in it, but there is only so little aura. The aura in the spiritual plants is all cooking. It was destroyed in the process, with such cooking skills, how dare you call yourself a master chef?"
The brawny man said angrily: "Ma'am, if you talk nonsense and slander our chef, you will be blacklisted in our restaurant from now on. You and anyone related to you will not be allowed to dine in our restaurant!"
"There is also that white chopped chicken, there is a smell of Ping Shuihua in it, right? The Ping Shuihua is still ten years old, and there is only so much aura left. Did your chef fry it in a frying pan? Ping Shuihua actually used What the hell is he thinking?"
I talked on and on for a long time, and the two strong men came up angrily, trying to throw us out. At this moment, the door of the kitchen opened, and a man in a white apron came out and said: " Who is judging my cooking?"
When I saw that man, I was taken aback for a moment. I thought the chef must be a middle-aged uncle, but unexpectedly, he was a young man in his thirties. The chef's hat actually surprised me.
Tang Mingli's complexion turned pale immediately, he came over and stood by my side, hugging my waist, I gave him a blank look, I didn't expect him to be so jealous.
I stepped forward and said, "It's me."
He looked me up and down, and said with great interest, "Ma'am, what's your surname?"
"Mian's surname is Yuan." I said, "What's your surname?"
"Joe."
I nodded and said, "Boss Qiao, I want to borrow your kitchen."
"Oh?" Boss Qiao said, "Could it be that Ms. Yuan can also cook?"
"Know a thing or two," I said.
Boss Qiao smiled and said, "Ms. Yuan, I don't just come into this kitchen casually."
"If you let me borrow it, I will teach you how to deal with Ping Shuihua, so that Ping Shuihua's aura will not leak at all."
His eyes lit up: "Really?"
"Of course." I nodded decisively.
Boss Qiao chuckled twice, and said, "Ms. Yuan, it's not that I don't believe you, but this accidental flower is easy to lose its aura, and it can still not leak after being made into a dish. Forgive me for not believing it."
"It doesn't matter if you don't believe it, it's a mule or a horse, just pull it out for a walk and you'll know." I said confidently.
Boss Qiao became interested: "Ms. Yuan is so confident?"
"Anyway, you have nothing to lose." I spread my hands and said.
Boss Qiao was silent for a moment, turned to one side, and said, "In this case, you can come in, but let me put my ugly words first, if you cheat me, I will naturally have a way to make you pay the price."
I smiled indifferently, and walked into the kitchen. The kitchen is really good, with kitchen utensils, ingredients and so on. I picked out some ingredients and started cooking porridge.
I treated these spiritual plants in the same way, and then put them into the pot one by one, and boiled them with the high-quality japonica rice. Soon, a charming aroma began to permeate the kitchen.
Boss Qiao didn't pay much attention to me at the beginning, but when he saw me dealing with Lingzhi, his eyes lit up and he immediately became serious.
When the charming smell came out, even he couldn't help taking two deep breaths.
I popped out the different fire and boiled it with the different fire. A pot of porridge was cooked quickly, and it was exactly three bowls.
I said to Boss Qiao: "This bowl, please send it to Box No. 9 on the sixth floor. Don't say that I boiled it, but that it was an extra gift from you. Please drink it."
The person in that box was Mr. Tang, and Boss Qiao said excitedly, "This is no problem at all. I can definitely fool him into drinking it, but your skill is so exquisite, can you..."
I smiled and said, "My cooking skills are similar to my alchemy skills, and they are not passed on."
Boss Qiao became even more excited: "You... no, you are still an alchemist?"
I smiled and said nothing, he was full of joy and said: "Then the cooking method of Ping Shuihua you promised..."
"What I promised you, I will do it naturally." I taught him the method, and he suddenly realized that Lingzhi can also use this method to cook, and the dishes made are really full of aura.
He took out a black card and said, "Ms. Yuan, this is our black card for Taste Hall. Every time you come, you can get a 20% discount. Please accept it."
Although I won't come here in the future, I have to accept their kindness.
Boss Qiao personally sent us outside the door, and then told us that Mr. Tang had already drunk the bowl of porridge.
Whether it was the waiter or the customer of Taste Hall, they all showed surprise and disbelief.
Their proud boss actually sent someone out in person? What kind of wind is blowing today, what kind of demon is it, the sun has come out from the west.
After getting into the Rolls Royce, Tang Mingli asked me: "That bowl of porridge..."
"I took the pulse of Mr. Tang, and he has some hidden wounds, so I made him a bowl of porridge. The spiritual plants used in the porridge are all good for his dark wounds. After he eats, he will feel better. Very comfortable, should be able to sleep well tonight."
Tang Mingli's eyes were touched, he held my hand and said, "Jun Yao, it's hard for you to heal his wounds."
I said, "He is your grandfather after all, so you can't just leave him alone."
He sighed, pulled me into his arms, and said, "For a woman as good as you, he would actually look down on you. I didn't expect him to become more stubborn and short-sighted as he gets older."
I smiled and said, "He may not look down on me. I'm afraid he feels that the precious grandson he has raised since childhood has disobeyed him many times for a woman, which makes him very unhappy."
He sneered and said, "I'm no longer a puppet that he can round and flatten. Sooner or later, he will have to accept this reality."
As he spoke, he stroked my long hair and said, "I'm afraid, grandpa will hold a family meeting tomorrow to remove me from the position of Patriarch."
I looked up at him: "What are you going to do?"
Tang Mingli smiled mysteriously and said, "Naturally, the same should be used to respond to all changes."
Sure enough, early the next morning, Mr. Tang sent a subordinate to inform him that a family meeting would be held tonight and asked him to attend on time.
Tang Mingli didn't show any face at all, and with a wave of his hand, he sent the man flying. The man vomited blood and went back to his life, and then made Mr. Tang fall on his back in anger.
In the evening, he took me back to the old house of the Tang family. The house was brightly lit at this time, and the main hall was already crowded with people. some important people.
Everyone knows that the old man wants to remove Tang Mingli from the position of Patriarch today. This is a major matter related to the survival of the Tang family, and who the old man wants to be the new patriarch is another big matter.
At this time, a young man was standing next to Mr. Tang, about seventeen years old, his appearance was similar to Tang Mingli's, but his eyes were gloomy, with a bit of ruthlessness that didn't match his age.