The sound is sweet.
The sugar content has at least four plus signs, which is so sweet that people are a little confused.
Yang Fan glanced at the nine steaks and a basin of super large beef noodles just finished on the table. He smacked his mouth twice and didn''t want to open the door.
Because the meaning of the lady outside is obviously attracted by the aroma of steak and beef noodles. Here comes the meal.
How can he? He has been hungry all day. These things are not enough for him to eat alone. How can he take them out and share them with others?
No matter how sweet the voice is, no matter how good it is, she won''t stop her hunger, will she?
Yang Fan picked up his chopsticks, sandwiched a pretty steak with charred outside and tender inside, put it on his mouth and took a hard bite.
In an instant, the tenderness and burning aroma of manbeef filled the whole mouth. Yang Fan took a long comfortable breath. This is the serious delicacy. This is what he should eat.
If you''re not polite, compared with his fried steak, the food in the cafeteria is all rubbish!
Yang Fan is very confident and arrogant. He holds his head high and is very proud.
After he took a bite of the charred and tender steak, the fresh and sweaty tenderness inside was exposed, and the meat aroma and soy sauce aroma wrapped in the slightly charred beef epidermis also exploded and dispersed at this moment.
For a time, the aroma in the small kitchen became more and more rich and attractive. A man and a woman standing outside the door looked more and more surprised and anxious.
make love!
The knock came again.
"I don''t know the identity of the master. It may be presumptuous to say so. I hope the master won''t blame." a middle-aged man''s voice whispered: "I''d like to offer 100000 federal dollars for a dish cooked by the master. Anything can be done. I hope the master can give up his love!"
"Yes, please, master! 100000 can''t be 200000, 200000 can''t be 300000. As long as you speak, we''ll give you all the money!" the sweet female voice also spoke again just now: "my baby hasn''t eaten anything for ten days. If there''s no way to let him eat again, I''m afraid..."
Yang Fan skimmed his lips and didn''t eat for ten days. What''s the fuss?
For martial arts masters above martial arts, let alone ten days, even if they don''t eat for half a month, they will never die of hunger. At most, they just have a little discomfort in their intestines and stomach.
It''s not so easy to starve to death with psionic power as a supplement for daily consumption.
However, the price they said is very exciting.
One hundred thousand yuan a dish. The family doesn''t need money.
When opening a shop and doing business, Yang Fan likes to make friends with local tyrants who don''t take money seriously.
As for the woman''s last 200.3 million, Yang Fan didn''t take it seriously. Even if what she said was true, Yang Fan wouldn''t really sell her the vegetables for 300 thousand.
He disdains to do things like robbing and corrupting people.
Say 100000 yuan is 100000 yuan. It can''t be higher!
Well, that''s just it!
Yang Fan looked down at the black pepper steak he had handed in on his chopsticks, and suddenly felt a little distressed. With this bite, he almost bit off 10000 yuan!
I can''t afford it. I really can''t afford it!
Yang Fan sighed, 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.
The man is tall and straight, about 1.75 meters tall. He looks gentle, elegant and approachable.
The woman''s figure is slim and her face is outstanding. She is afraid that when she reaches middle age, the skin on her face is still white and tender, beautiful and amazing. The voice that was a little sweet just now should have come from her.
So Yang Fan unconsciously looked at the woman. This is the second voice Yang Fan has heard except Master Zhu Yiping in the martial arts school. It''s such a beautiful and sweet female voice.
Different from Zhu Yiping''s voice, the middle-aged woman''s voice matches her appearance very well.
Beautiful, sweet voice, looking extremely comfortable, without any sense of conflict.
"Mom, I''m hungry!"
At this time, behind the couple, a cerebellar bag melon suddenly came out. A thin and weak little boy, who was about the same height as Yang Guo, pulled the woman''s skirt behind him, carefully looked at Yang Fan, and the pretty steak bitten by Yang Fan''s chopsticks.
Gudong!
The little boy''s saliva swallowed.
The couple were excited and surprised at the speech. This was the first time in ten days that the little guy took the initiative to tell them he was hungry.
This time, they did not come to the wrong place!
"This gentleman, it''s impolite!" the middle-aged man was surprised by Yang Fan''s youth, but the accident was soon interrupted by his son''s hungry voice. He bowed to Yang Fan and said, "introduce yourself, my Wang Zhihe. This is my wife Zhao Lin and my dog Wang Yuansheng."
Even if he was worried again, Wang Zhihe politely said to Yang Fan, "I don''t know if this gentleman can give up his love..."
"The child, poisoned?"
Yang Fan''s eyes looked at the little boy''s face, and he immediately felt that something was wrong. He is also a doctor now. Although the medical skill value is not very high, he is not lack of eyesight.
Zhao Lin was surprised and asked Yang Fan repeatedly, "little sir, do you see it? Have you ever met this poison? Do you know if you can...?"
"Zhao Lin!" Wang Zhihe scolded and interrupted Zhao Lin''s words. "Don''t rush to a doctor. You''ll make this gentleman very difficult!"
"It doesn''t matter." Yang Fan gently waved his hand and said, "poor parents all over the world. It''s understandable. My name is Yang Fan, a senior three student of South China martial arts school in Xichu city. I''m also the third generation of Yang''s restaurant."
In order to sell his steak smoothly, Yang Fan moved out the brands of Yang''s restaurant. If these words were heard by Comrade Yang Chaoqun, the second generation successor of Yang''s restaurant, I don''t know if I would feel particularly gratified.
"It''s classmate Yang!" Wang Zhihe politely arched his hand at Yang Fan. He didn''t despise him because he was still a student. "The master of South China once met me. I haven''t seen him for more than ten years. I don''t know how he is now?"
Yang Fan said with a smile, "TOEFL, the old headmaster, everything is the same."
"Zhihe!" he felt that his son behind him couldn''t wait. When he looked at the half steak in Yang Fan''s hand, her eyes were almost green. Zhao Lin couldn''t help but whisper a word to Wang Zhihe.
What time is it? You still have the leisure to catch up with others. You should get down to business!
Through the gap between Yang Fan and the cabin door, Wang Zhihe saw that the only square table in the small kitchen was full of steaming dishes. He looked happy and asked Yang Fan again: "Classmate Yang Fan, you have seen the situation of the dog. I wonder if you can give up your love and give us a share of the dishes you just cooked? Don''t worry, the price you just said won''t be less. Just ask you to spare a share for the dog, how about it?"
"Since Mr. Wang knows the old headmaster, he is not an outsider. I have to help him. Come on, don''t stay outside. Please come in!"
Yang Fan stepped aside and warmly invited the three people to the small kitchen.
Let the family of three come to the table. Yang Fan divided five into two, swallowed the half steak he had been holding in his hand, and filled his hungry belly first.
Then, he took out a pair of clean dishes and chopsticks from the disinfection cabinet, fished a bowl of steaming noodles from the basin, picked out two large pieces of beef one millimeter thick, and gently pushed them to Wang Yuansheng.
"The steak is too greasy to digest. Try a bowl of noodles first."
A child who hasn''t eaten for ten days can still be in such a good mental state. Needless to say, it must be Wang Zhihe and his wife who fed him or injected him with some magic medicine or liquid, which can keep his overall vitality stable.
Rich people.
Even if you are poisoned and get anorexia, you can''t die easily.
Otherwise, if such a disease happened to the children of poor people and didn''t eat for ten days, they would have been hungry and even died.
However, even if there is a panacea, if you don''t eat for ten days, your gastrointestinal function will be lost. Eating some pasta will help stimulate intestinal peristalsis and digestion.
As for those two pieces of beef, they had been stewed soft and rotten, and melted in the mouth. The spiritual Qi and blood contained in the meat can effectively make up for his physical deficit caused by his inability to eat these days.
Don''t underestimate these two pieces of beef, which add up to less than half a Liang. After all, they are the refined meat of level 3 demon cover, which is enough for a child with only level 6 martial arts disciples.
Speaking of Wang Yuansheng''s accomplishments, Yang Fan couldn''t help sighing again that the children of rich people are really good!
Since I was a child, I have no shortage of resources and no worries about miraculous drugs. I''m only in my teens. I''m already a martial apprentice level 6, one level higher than an Shengsheng fatty!
If Ansheng sees the child, he will feel inferior to death.
"Chi Liu!"
"Chi Liu!"
The sound of Wang Yuansheng sucking noodles quickly came from the small kitchen. It was sweet to eat, just like the reincarnation of a hungry ghost.
Wang Zhihe and Zhao Lin were delighted at the same time. They were distressed and spoiled to see their son eating noodles. They were so excited that their eyes were wet.
For ten days, their son finally began to eat again!
Originally, they wanted to take their son to the town guard house to try their luck and see if they could find a way to cure their son.
I didn''t expect that they had met Yang Fan with such good luck before they arrived at the zhenshoufu, which temporarily alleviated their son''s anorexia.
Yang Fan''s cooking has definitely reached the master level. Even in the town guard''s house, there are not necessarily several people who can compare with him.
"Mr. Wang, Mrs. Wang, would you like to have one too?" Yang Fan raised his finger to the pretty steak on the table and quietly promoted it to the two: "I''ve just prepared a little too much. If you don''t mind, why don''t you come together?"
Wang Zhihe and Zhao Lin raised their heads at the same time and looked at Yang Fan with a little expectation: "is it really OK? Won''t it bother you?"
"It doesn''t matter!" Yang Fan waved his hand. "The customer is God, as long as you don''t dislike it."
With that, Yang Fan took out two knives and forks again and put them in front of them respectively. Then another person pushed them a pretty steak and naturally introduced them to the two: "class III monster pretty steak, 100000, children and old people are not deceived!"