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Until 12 o'clock at noon, the landline in his room finally rang, but it was Yan Luoluo.

As soon as the old man picked up his white eyebrows, he suddenly realized something.

Mu Beihan won't "coerce" himself with Yan Luoluo's cooking, will he?

He shouldn't be greedy to eat Yan Luoluo's fish porridge. Now it's too deep.

Ye Linhai snorted coldly: "sure enough, it's time to get to the point now. You make me this meal just to persuade me to help Mu Shi."

Mu Beihan and Yan Luoluo both noticed his action and looked at each other in a scheming way. Yan Luoluo then pretended to mention casually: "Uncle Ye, you should know what happened to Beihan recently. He needs your help very much. You see..."

With that, he sat back again, his hand on the table and knocked anxiously on the table.

"Forget it. I'll wait a little longer."

Although the old man saw their routine clearly, he could not follow the way and was caught by the aroma of the bowl of fish soup.

The couple are like a pair of unscrupulous businessmen. First, they talk to you about the terms. When you are angry and turn around, they cunningly offer some advantages to tempt you.

"Uncle Ye, wait a minute, it will be all right soon."

At this time, Yan Luoluo timely brought out a bowl of fish soup, completely left his heart to leave.

The old man was defeated by him and wanted to leave with his rice bowl on the table.

Mu Beihan knew that he was just bluffing, so he imitated the tone when he advised himself two days ago, and said slowly: "Uncle Ye, didn't you teach me? To do great things, we must first learn to be patient. We can't be anxious. We can always eat slowly."

This is a clear provocation of his patience. The old man was so angry that his two beards were about to stand up: "Mu Beihan, you didn't let me eat on purpose!"

Mu Beihan casually looked at his watch and said, "I don't know. Let's see the chef's mood. If he is in a good mood, he can do it quickly. If he is in a bad mood, he can do it slowly."

Just wait. He won't die of hunger after a while.

"How long will that take?"

The old man's face was almost stiff. He ran down in order to eat a bowl of white rice?

At this time, Yan Luoluo gave him a bowl of rice, put it in front of him and said, "Uncle Ye, the food is still ready. If you are hungry, you should eat some rice mats first."

Three sets of tableware were placed neatly on the table, but not even a dish was served. His guess seemed to be confirmed. Mu Beihan would not let him eat so easily.

Ye Linhai stares at him warily, pretends to "en", and goes straight into his seat.

"Uncle Ye, Yan Luoluo, my wife, you must have known each other, so I won't make more introductions."

When he enters the restaurant, mu Beihan and his wife greet him as usual.

He hesitated in the room for a few minutes, but he couldn't eat the food cooked by the hotel chef. He never liked to aggrieve himself. No matter what idea mu Beihan made, he decided to go and have a look.

"It's OK, Uncle Ye. You have plenty of time to think slowly and don't worry. Anyway, you taught me to be patient. I have plenty of patience to wait for you."

His patience means that ye Linhai doesn't know when he can eat.

After another ten minutes of stalemate, ye Linhai was so hungry that he rolled his eyes and growled at mu Beihan: "can I help you? I'm starving to death