Chapter 1990

At 9:00 p.m., ye Tianlong flew back to the yacht club. At 9:30 p.m., he took the spotted dog and they evacuated.

The hands and tails of the yacht club will be handled by Weng Sha.

After a few rounds in the city, ye Tianlong drove into three villas not long apart, all of which were built by the British.

Feng group knew that Junlin No. 1 villa was unsafe, so they quickly found a reliable property for ye Tianlong.

After settling down in a villa named moon, ye Tianlong ordered everyone to have a rest early and deal with anything tomorrow.

Today's tossing day is a little tired, and ye Tianlong wants zhehua to have a good rest to cushion the kidnapping impact of these two days.

Therefore, in spite of many doubts in his mind, he finally suppressed the idea and didn't ask much.

Ye Tianlong didn't leave Malaysia immediately because Jin Fenghuang was dead. Zhe Hua told him that he was moved by one of Chu's four headquarters.

Since all the people have come, they have to drop the "Apollo" villa and go back, so ye Tianlong is going to leave two days later.

A night without a dream.

The next morning, ye Tianlong wakes up at seven o'clock, stretches and gets up to wash, and sleeps one night, which makes his energy and physical strength come back.

After washing, ye Tianlong walked out of the room. As soon as he got down to the hall, he smelled the smell of bone porridge.

"Tianlong, wake up?"

When ye Tianlong turns to look at the kitchen, he sees zhehua coming out with an apron, a pot of porridge in his hand, and a few small dishes on the table.

Ye Tianlong was surprised: "zhehua, it's a bit unexpected, you can make breakfast?"

Zhehua said with a bitter smile, "I can't help it. It's all forced out. I've been driven out by my father these years. I have to do it myself after eating takeout and vomiting."

"If you do more, you will get a lot of things."

"Come on, try my craft. These dishes are not only my years of experience, but also my Wong's secret sauce."

Zhehua picked up a glass jar on the table, knocked it open and joked: "it's called Godfather."

Ye Tianlong had a little interest: "do you still have the secret sauce of ancient method? Don't lie to me. I'm the Middle East chef, the first-class chef. "

"I didn't lie to you."

Zhe Hua smiles and hands a pair of chopsticks to Ye Tianlong, telling the history of that year unreservedly:

"it's really a royal secret recipe left by my ancestors. It used to be specially used to eat mutton to make the taste more fresh and sweet."

"Also let every day eat, eat mutton more flavor, not every day is the same flavor."

"Later, the ancestors laid down the country, delicacies, want to eat everything."

"It's just that although the food is abundant, the ancestors always feel that the food eaten by the court is less delicious."

Zhehua picked up the spoon and filled the porridge: "so he finally found out the sauce, improved it and put it on the table again, which won the praise of the whole palace."

"Later, I wrote down the secret recipe, but although the materials are complete, there is no record of various portions, so it is difficult to prepare successfully."

"My father tossed about for several months, and the sauces he made were not delicious, so he didn't bother to make any more, and he just threw the secret recipe to me."

"Although I think I made it myself and didn't buy a bottle of old godmother's, it's something from my ancestors after all, so I still stay."

Zhehua pointed out to Ye Tianlong a few small dishes on the table: "in the days of Minzu University, when I cooked, I also tossed the sauce."

"Although it's too far away from the intoxication of our ancestors, we still make a kind of delicious sauce."

When it comes to the trivia of life, zhehua's smile will be sincere: "come on, have a try and see how you feel."

Although the recipe of onion and ginger is not the same, it's not the same recipe.

However, seeing that zhehua was so interested, he worked hard to make breakfast in the early morning. Ye Tianlong still picked up his chopsticks and put a piece of green vegetables into his mouth.

This entrance, ye Tianlong slightly a Leng.

The green vegetables keep their original color, even if they are cooked, they still keep their elasticity. The penetration of oil and salt stimulates their original flavor and can feel the smell of vegetables.

The existence of "Godfather" sauce keeps the taste of vegetables fresh and sweet and full of refreshing taste.

The existence of several ingredients did not cover up each other, but reconciled together, making people have a good appetite.

"If it's 100 cents, these dishes are 90 cents."

After a little surprise on his face, ye Tianlong quickly finished the vegetables on his chopsticks, and then tried the other dishes, all of which were highly praised.

"Of these 90 points, sauce should have 60 points, but I'm a little curious. Why not 100 points?"

Zhe Hua joked with a smile: "are you afraid of my pride? Or is there a problem? "

"There's a problem."

Ye Tianlong gives a point of view: "it's too fresh and sweet. Although it makes the tongue enjoy it, it's numb to eat more.""I think some of the ingredients need to be adjusted."

"If you can restrain the freshness and sweetness of the sauce, let it not pour out and occupy the tongue, but gradually."

Ye Tianlong believes in the sauce Market: "I can guarantee that this Godfather will make you a godfather worshipped by countless people."

"A word awakens the dreamer."

Zhehua's eyes brightened: "although I'm very satisfied with the sauce, I'm only interested in eating it two or three times, but I don't want to eat it all the time."

"But I can't improve it any more. Every time I improve it, life is worse than death. It costs too much energy."

He gave a wry smile: "it used to be used to kill boring time in school, but now it's hard to calm down and reform."

Ye Tianlong teased: "this is a secret recipe. If you don't carry it forward well, you will be worthy of them?"

"Tianlong, you can see from your evaluation just now that you are worthy of being a chef in the Middle East. You are eight blocks away from me for your culinary attainments."

Zhehua took his mobile phone, quickly called up seven or eight photos, and then sent them to Ye Tianlong's email:

"I have decided to give you this secret recipe, which is not only to let you play the greatest value of the secret recipe, but also my intention to rescue you this time."

Zhehua patted Ye Tianlong on the shoulder: "I hope you will become the godfather of the world soon. You must not let the secret recipe be lost."

"Otherwise, you will be sorry for the Chinese people and the hard work of your ancestors."

He gave Ye Tianlong a hat directly.

If you are not careful, have you become the inheritor of the ancient secret recipe? Still shouldering great historical and cultural responsibilities?

Ye Tianlong opened his mouth wide and gaped. Then he could not laugh or cry: "zhe Hua, you are irresponsible, you are shirking responsibility..."

"Ding -"

before ye Tianlong finished speaking, a phone call came in. Ye Tianlong took his mobile phone and saw that it was from Bai Zhen.

He was slightly stunned. He didn't expect her to call him, but he still turned on the hands-free button while drinking porridge:

"Hello, Miss Bai, good morning."

Voice down, the other end of the phone immediately came manager Ma's grimace: "boy, your woman in my hands, her family in my hands."

"Sixty minutes to the slum."

Manager Ma laughs obscenely: "otherwise I buried her whole family alive. You don't know that there are four women in the Bai family, one more than the other..."

There were a few women's screams, a lot of men's laughter, and then the tearing of clothes

"I'll be right there."

Ye Tianlong called out: "you dare to move a hair of Bai Zhen, I will tear you to pieces."