The sound is very sweet.
The sugar content is at least four plus signs, and it is so sweet that it makes people feel a little confused.
Yang Fan glanced at the nine portions of steak and a large pot of beef noodles that had just been prepared on the table, smacked his lips twice, and was a little reluctant to open the door.
Because from what the lady outside said, it was obvious that she was attracted by the aroma of steak and beef noodles, so she came here to enjoy the meal.
How is this possible? He has been hungry all day. These things are not enough for him to eat alone. How can he take them out to share with others
No matter how sweet the voice is, no matter how good the tone is, it won't stop her from feeling full or hungry, right
Yang Fan picked up the chopsticks, picked out a piece of steak that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, put it to his mouth and took a big bite.
Instantly, the tenderness and burnt aroma of the beef filled his entire mouth. Yang Fan took a long, comfortable breath. This was the real delicacy, and this was what he should eat.
To put it bluntly, compared to the steak he cooked, the food in the cafeteria was all garbage!
Yang Fan held his head high confidently and arrogantly, full of pride.
After he took a bite of the tender steak, the tender and sweaty texture inside was suddenly exposed, and the aroma of meat and sauce wrapped in the slightly charred beef skin also exploded and spread at this moment. .
For a time, the aroma in the small kitchen became more and more intense and attractive, and the expressions of the man and woman standing outside the door became more and more surprised and anxious.
Bang bang bang!
The sound of knocking on the door came again.
"I don't know the identity of the master. It may be a bit presumptuous to say this. I hope the master will not blame you." A middle-aged man's voice sounded softly: "I am willing to pay 100,000 federal coins for a dish cooked by the master himself. What dish? Either way, I hope Master can part with me!"
"Yes, please, master! One hundred thousand, not two hundred thousand, two hundred thousand, not three hundred thousand. As long as you ask, master, we will pay you any amount!" The sweet female voice just now also spoke again: "My life My son hasn't eaten anything for ten days. If there is no way to get him to eat again, I'm afraid..."
Yang Fan curled his lips slightly, he hadn't eaten for ten days, what's the fuss about
For a warrior above a martial artist, even if he doesn't eat for half a month, let alone ten days, he will definitely not starve to death. At most, he will only feel a little uncomfortable in his stomach.
With psychic energy as a supplement for daily consumption, it is not that easy to starve to death.
However, the price they mentioned is very exciting.
One hundred thousand yuan for a dish, this family is not short of money.
When opening a store and doing business, Yang Fan likes to be friends with wealthy people who don't take money seriously.
As for the 200,000 and 300,000 that the woman finally said, Yang Fan didn't take it seriously at all. Even if what she said was true, Yang Fan wouldn't really sell her the food for 300,000.
He didn't even bother to take advantage of the situation to rob and blackmail people.
If you say 100,000 yuan, it’s 100,000 yuan, it can’t be any higher!
Well, that’s how honest!
Yang Fan lowered his head and glanced at the piece of black pepper beef steak he held on his chopsticks, and suddenly felt a little distressed. He had almost eaten away 10,000 yuan in one bite!
I can’t afford it. I really can’t afford it!
Yang Fan sighed softly, then walked to the door and opened the kitchen door. At a glance, he saw a middle-aged couple standing in front of the door with eager faces.
The man is tall and tall, about 1.75 meters tall. He is gentle, elegant and approachable.
The woman has a slim figure and a good face. Even if she is middle-aged, the skin on her face is still as white and tender as water, and she is astonishingly beautiful. That sweet, life-threatening voice just now probably came from her.
So Yang Fan unconsciously glanced at this woman twice. Apart from Grandmaster Zhu Yiping in the martial arts school, this was the second female voice that Yang Fan had ever heard with such a nice and sweet voice.
Unlike Zhu Yiping, whose voice was different from others, the voice of the middle-aged woman in front of her matched her appearance very well.
She is beautiful, has a sweet voice, looks extremely comfortable, and doesn't feel out of place at all.
"Mom, I'm hungry!"
At this time, behind the couple, a small head suddenly appeared. A thin and frail little boy, about the same height as Yang Guo, was pulling the woman's skirt from behind. He carefully looked at Yang Fan and looked at her. There was a piece of steak with a big bite in Yang Fan's hand with chopsticks.
Gudong!
The little boy made a sound of swallowing his saliva.
The couple were excited and surprised when they heard this. This was the first time in ten days that the little guy took the initiative to tell them that he was hungry.
This time, they really came to the right place!
"This gentleman, you are so rude!" The middle-aged man was a little surprised by Yang Fan's youth, but this surprise was quickly interrupted by his son's voice shouting that he was hungry. He bowed to Yang Fan and said, "I Let me introduce, I, Wang Zhihe, this is my wife, Zhao Lin, and my dog son, Wang Yuansheng."
No matter how anxious he was, Wang Zhihe still said to Yang Fan politely: "I wonder if this gentleman can give up his love..."
"Is this child poisoned?"
Yang Fan looked at the little boy's face and immediately felt that something was not right. He was now also a doctor. Although his medical skills were not very high, he did not lack the necessary eyesight.
Zhao Lin was startled and asked Yang Fan repeatedly: "Mr., have you seen it? Have you ever encountered this kind of poison before? I wonder if it can be...?"
"Zhao Lin!" Wang Zhihe interrupted Zhao Lin's words with scolding, "Don't seek medical treatment indiscriminately when you are ill. You will make this gentleman very embarrassed!"
"It doesn't matter." Yang Fan waved his hand lightly and said: "It's understandable that parents in the world are pitiful. Let me introduce myself. My name is Yang Fan. I am a senior high school student at South China Martial Arts School in West Chu City. I am also the third generation successor of Yang's Restaurant."
In order to sell his steaks smoothly, Yang Fan moved out the signs of Yang's restaurant. If these words were heard by Comrade Yang Chaoqun, the second generation successor of Yang's Restaurant, I wonder if he would feel particularly gratified.
"It turns out to be classmate Yang!" Wang Zhihe politely bowed his hand to Yang Fan, not showing any contempt because he was still a student. "The South China Grandmaster and I have also had a chance encounter. We haven't seen each other for more than ten years. I don't know. How is his old man doing now?"
Yang Fan smiled and said: "TOEFL, everything is the same as before, old principal."
"Zhihe!" Feeling that her son behind her couldn't wait any longer, her eyes almost turned green when she looked at the half steak in Yang Fan's hand. Zhao Lin couldn't help but remind Wang Zhihe softly.
How long has it been, and you still have the time to build relationships with people and reminisce about old times? You should hurry up and talk about serious matters!
Through the gap between Yang Fan and the cabin door, Wang Zhihe saw the only square table in the small kitchen filled with steaming dishes. He looked happy and asked Yang Fan again: "Classmate Yang Fan, You have also seen Quanzi's condition. I wonder if you can part with us and give us a share of the dishes you just cooked? Don't worry, the price just mentioned will not be less than a penny. I just ask you to give us a share. How about giving it to Quanzi?"
"Since Mr. Wang knows the old principal, he is not an outsider. I have to help with this. Come on, come on, don't stay outside, come in quickly!"
Yang Fan stepped aside and enthusiastically invited the three of them to come into the small kitchen.
After moving the family of three to the dining table, Yang Fan swallowed the half of the steak he had been holding in his hand, filling his already extremely hungry belly.
Then, he took out a pair of clean dishes and chopsticks from the sterilizer, took a bowl of steaming noodles from the basin, picked out two large slices of beef one millimeter thick, and gently pushed them in front of Wang Yuansheng.
"The steak is too greasy and difficult to digest. Try eating a bowl of noodles first."
A child who hasn't eaten for ten days can still be in such good spirits. Needless to say, Wang Zhihe and his wife must have fed him or injected him with some elixir or spiritual liquid, which was able to maintain his overall vitality. smooth.
Rich people.
Even if he is poisoned or suffers from anorexia, he will not die easily.
Otherwise, if such a disease occurred in a child from a poor family, if he did not eat for ten days, he would have been starved to the skin and bones, and even died.
However, even if you are supported by elixirs, if you don't eat for ten days, your gastrointestinal function will be damaged. Eating some pasta will help stimulate intestinal peristalsis and digestion.
As for the two thin slices of beef, they had been stewed until they were soft and mushy, melting in your mouth. The spiritual power and blood contained in the meat could effectively make up for the physical deficit caused by his inability to eat these days.
Don't underestimate these two slices of beef, which add up to less than half a tael. After all, they are the meat of a third-level demon, which is enough for a child who is only a sixth-level martial artist.
Speaking of Wang Yuansheng's cultivation, Yang Fan couldn't help but sigh again, children from rich families are so good!
He has had no shortage of resources since he was a child, and he has no worries about magical medicines. At just over ten years old, he is already at the sixth level of martial arts apprentice, which is one level higher than Fatty Anshengsheng!
If An Sheng were to see this child, he would feel so inferior that he would want to die.
"Chiliu!"
"Chiliu!"
The sound of Wang Yuansheng slurping down the noodles soon came from the small kitchen. The noodles tasted so sweet, it was like a starving ghost reincarnated.
Wang Zhihe and Zhao Lin were overjoyed at the same time. They watched their son eating noodles with heartache and fondness, and their eyes became wet with excitement.
After ten days, their son finally started eating again!
Originally, they wanted to take their son to the governor's mansion to try their luck and see if they could find a way to cure their son.
Unexpectedly, they had already been so lucky to meet Yang Fan before they arrived at the governor's mansion, which temporarily alleviated their son's anorexia problem.
Yang Fan's cooking skills have definitely reached the master level. Even in the guard house, there may not be many people who can match him.
"Mr. Wang, Mrs. Wang, would you like to have some too?" Yang Fan raised his finger and pointed at the steak on the table, and softly promoted to the two of them: "I happened to prepare a little too much just now. If you don't mind, If so, why not come together?"
Wang Zhihe and Zhao Lin raised their heads at the same time, looking at Yang Fan expectantly: "Is it really okay? This won't disturb you, right?"
"It doesn't matter!" Yang Fan waved his hand, "Customers are God, as long as you don't dislike it."
With that said, Yang Fan once again took out two knives and forks and placed them in front of the two of them. Then another person pushed a piece of beefsteak to them, and naturally introduced to the two of them: "Level three monster steak, ten beefsteaks." If you get a copy, you will never be deceived!"
(End of chapter)