Chapter 226

"What are you doing? Come and help!"

Yang Chaoqun made a voice to urge him. He directly threw Yang Fan a frying pan and nuzui him. The order menu was on the nearby electronic screen, allowing him to choose cooking by himself.

Yang Fan opened his mouth. Didn't he say he wanted to help?

"Don't ink, smelly boy, it's time to show everyone your cooking!"

Yang Chaoqun gave Yang Fan an encouraging look and looked forward to it.

Yang Fan glanced at his father. He couldn't stand his eager little eyes. He shrugged his shoulders. Forget it. He can improve his strength anytime. Now, let's meet his father first.

He hasn't helped in the kitchen with his father for a long time.

After thinking about it, Yang Fan stopped inking, rolled up his sleeves, picked up a spatula, added oil and fried sugar, and said he would do it.

+The cooking at 22 o'clock is not joking. Yang Fan dances the frame of the vegetable pot, which is no worse than Lao Yang, who has been a cook for more than 20 years.

"You cook the three-level beef with martial fire, deepen your understanding of the control of fire, and your cooking skill is + 2."

"You have successfully made a plate of three-level fried beef, and your understanding of cooking is higher. Cooking + 3."

“……”

After a while, Yang Fan fried more than ten dishes, and his cooking skills were directly brushed to 55.

At this time, Yang Fan's momentum is more powerful. He has more leisure between frying and cooking. The fried dishes are not only full of color, flavor and taste, but also quick. At this time, he has fried twelve dishes, but master Yang has only fried eight dishes.

Although there were some differences in the dishes fried by the two people, the gap between the whole four plates made Yang Chaoqun feel that he was old and his hands and feet began to degenerate?

Otherwise, how could he compare with the eldest son who hasn't touched the pot and spoon for almost two years?

"You are born to be a cook, boy!"

Yang Chaoqun's heart was a little sour, but he was more happy and gratified. He couldn't help but boast to Yang Fan: "with your cooking talent, if Kenza stays in the kitchen for two years, his future achievements will never be worse than me as an old man!"

Yang Fan's mouth curled. Dad is still so boastful.

It takes two years to surpass him. Yang Fan feels that his current cooking is enough to crush Lao Yang. Yang Fan, who has 55 points of cooking skills, has expanded to the point that he doesn't pay attention to his father.

"So, good son." Yang Chaoqun took the opportunity to persuade again: "don't think about practicing martial arts after graduation. What's the future of becoming a martial arts man? It's the right way to stay in the restaurant and carry forward our Yang restaurant! Otherwise, you'll lose your good cooking talent!"

"But then again." Yang Chaoqun's stir frying action stopped, raised his finger and listened to Yang Fan curiously: "where did you get these special demon meat, and do you have a stable source of goods?"

"Let me tell you, son, the business in our store today is so good because of this special demon meat. If there is a stable purchase channel, our family will develop in the future!"

Yang Chaoqun was in high spirits and his eyes were shining.

Yang Fan asked suspiciously, "there must be a source of goods. As long as the store needs it, I can bring you back as much as I need. But, Dad, how do you know I put the meat in the freezer?"

Yang Chaoqun was stunned: "why, didn't I tell you? As early as three years ago when you were in high school, I installed monitoring in the refrigerator. Naturally, I saw you from the monitoring."

Yang Fan was speechless.

Well, the monitoring has been installed at home for three years. Yang Fan doesn't know at all. Is it stupid to practice martial arts?

"In other words, have you already planned to come back to help?"

Yang Chaoqun gave Yang Fan a look I know, and said with satisfaction: "don't feel embarrassed. You're willing to come back and inherit your ancestral industry. It's too late for you and your mother to be happy. There's no need to help secretly in your back!"

Well, it's misunderstood.

We can't go on like this. If we go on like this, our parents will be more hopeful and disappointed. It's not good to be hit by soaring blood pressure.

Therefore, Yang Fan decided not to hide any more. His turtle breath skill converged slightly and directly revealed all the breath of Qi and blood at the first level of martial arts.

Yang Chaoqun was stunned. Then his body was stiff. The dishes in the pot were scorched. He didn't care. He turned and stared at Yang Fan.

"Son, am I right? Are you... A martial artist now?"

"How is this possible? Shouldn't it?"

"A few days ago, you were a level 2 martial artist. It's unreasonable that you became a level 1 martial artist in only two or three days. Even if you ate chemical fertilizer, you shouldn't grow so fast?"

Lao Yang was really shocked.

But what about the disappointment and loss after the shock on his face? He really wants his son to stay in the restaurant all his life?

Yang Fan is speechless. Is this really his father?

"When I was in school, I suddenly broke through somehow. However, it was not a first-class martial arts teacher, but a fourth-class martial arts teacher!"

Yang Fan decided to be more exciting. Otherwise, he was afraid that he would not be able to shock his parents. He simply released all his Qi and blood cultivation, and the powerful fluctuation of Qi and blood belonging to the level of level 4 martial arts division was completely emitted.

Then, in the look of Lao Yang's extreme shock, Yang Fan looked at Lao Yang shyly: "Dad, accidentally, my martial arts cultivation has surpassed you."

Lao Yang covered his chest and was hurt.

He is no more than martial arts Level 2, but his son is already martial arts level 4. He feels so ashamed. I'm afraid he can't beat his son again in the future.

"Pa!"

Yang Chaoqun was over stimulated. He patted the spatula on the chopping board and shouted to Zhao Linglan outside, "master! Don't take the back menu again. Today's business is not done. I'm going to close down!"

Zhao Linglan directly rushed to the kitchen in three steps and two. As soon as she threw the door, she rushed to Yang Chaoqun and shouted, "you bad old man, what's crazy? Don't you want to make money?"

"What's the matter?!" Yang Chaoqun said in a hard voice: "my son's cultivation has broken through. I'm happy! Do you have any comments?!"

Zhao Linglan was stunned. "Fan'er broke through?!"

At this time, she turned her attention to Yang Fan. Yang's mother was shocked. She looked like she didn't know her son.

If Yang Fan only broke through from martial arts disciple Level 2 to martial arts disciple Level 3, she could understand it a little, but now she can't see through Yang Fan's cultivation for Mao?

The spiritual breath of this body shows that Yang Fan is at least a martial artist at the martial arts level now, but how can this be possible? His son is a waste wood of iron level!

Zhao Linglan revolved around Yang Fan twice with doubts in her eyes. Is this still her eldest son? Don't be a fake?

"Don't look! He's your son!" Yang Chaoqun naturally knew what his wife was thinking and said, "and the child is now a martial disciple of level 4, and his cultivation is higher than me!"

Without paying attention to Yang Chaoqun, Zhao Linglan patted and patted on Yang Fan's body. Her face became more and more excited. Suddenly she laughed without any image: "hahaha, Lao Yang, what did I say? How can my son Zhao Linglan be waste wood?"

"Look, if you don't make a breakthrough, you will be a blockbuster! If you don't make a breakthrough, you will be a martial arts teacher level 4! I think who dares to chew his tongue in front of me and say that my son is waste wood, grandma! Their son is waste wood!"

Zhao Linglan was a little elated and elated.

At the end of the world, martial arts is the foundation of everything. If possible, how can Zhao Linglan be willing to let her son be a waste wood of martial arts all his life?

I didn't show it before, but I was afraid of hurting my son's self-esteem. I kept it all in my heart.

Only by letting his son continue his family business as an excuse to comfort his son, in fact, who doesn't know that if you want to stand out, becoming a martial artist is the best choice.

Now, Yang Fan suddenly broke through. The breakthrough was beyond Zhao Linglan's accident. The breakthrough made Zhao Linglan ecstatic. He couldn't help but want to jump out and cheer for the announcement all over the world.

Yang Fan was very pleased. He glanced at Lao Yang next to him and saw that this is the reaction that parents should have. Learn!

However, Yang Fan didn't expect that on weekdays, she had been comforting him so that he wouldn't have a psychological burden. She didn't care about the cultivation and breakthrough. Yang Ma, who didn't break through, had so many grievances and unwilling in her heart.

Now, with the breakthrough of Yang Fan's cultivation, Yang Ma's long backlog of emotions finally broke out.

She doesn't care whether her son has any adventure or not. Anyway, a breakthrough is a breakthrough, which is pride!

"Good son! What a shame for your mother!"

Without saying anything, Zhao Linglan kissed Yang Fan's handsome face, and then happily said to Yang Chaoqun, "you bad old man, you finally did the right thing today."

"Close down!"

"Must be closed!"

Zhao Linglan waved her fist hard. She was more excited than Yang Chaoqun just now. She shouted: "no more money. I'm going to make room for a celebration party for my son in the store!"

"Call all the gossips around who have spoken ill of my son and let them open their eyes to have a good look. Whose son is the waste material! Hum!"

Zhao Linglan held her arms with her nostrils facing the sky. As soon as she got up, she wanted to float.

Yang Fan quickly made a noise to stop: "no, mom, let's keep a low profile! We can't raise our tail just after a little achievement. It's not good. Besides, they are all neighbors. I'll be embarrassed if I call all the people over."

Looking at my mother's face, Yang Fan raised his head and then said, "I think we'd better do this. In the evening, you take me and let's go door to door. Who says hard, let's stay at their house for a while more, how about?"

Yang Chaoqun: "

Zhao Linglan: "

When did the child become so bad?

It's going to block people's doors and show off. What kind of low-key? He also said not to raise your tail. I think you are taller than anyone! It's almost sky high!

But that sounds like a good idea. Is there any wood?

Zhao Linglan almost instantly agreed with Yang Fan's method. Hitting her face on the door can not only save money, but also vent her anger. Don't be too cool.

Why didn't she think of such a good idea just now?

Or how to say, my son is the most promising. He can be so creative even to vent his anger for my mother!

Zhao Linglan holds her head high and is proud!