Chapter 440： Family meeting

Tang Mingli grabbed my hand and said: "Since Grandpa doesn't want to see us, we will leave."

After all, he went out of the private room without looking back. He gave me a thumbs up and smiled. "Jun Yao, you are so beautiful today."

I laughed: "As long as you have the strength, you can get what you want, there is nothing, you can only pitifully pity."

Halfway through, I suddenly paused and asked a white cheongsam girl next to me: "Where is your kitchen?"

The girl in white said: "Guest, we have regulations here, no one can get close to the kitchen."

I said: "The rules are all set. I want to see your boss."

The white girl firmly said: "No, our boss does not see anyone."

I smiled and used my knowledge to find the kitchen. I strode over and walked over. Two strong men stood in the kitchen door, wearing sunglasses and looking at us with imposing manner.

"What people?" They loudly.

I said, "I want to meet your chef."

“Our chefs have never seen guests.” Zhuanghan said, “Please come back.”

I smiled and sighed: "I am not satisfied with the dishes you have made. Naturally, you should see your chef."

I know that the chef is in the kitchen and can hear my voice. The strong man in front of the door snorted and said, "Ms. You can't leave, we are welcome."

I continued to say loudly: "The dishes you have made have too little aura, just like the red hoof hooves. There are seven or forty-nine kinds of spiritual plants in it. Actually, there is only a little aura. The aura in the spiritual plant is all cooking. In the process of destruction, such a cooking, dare to call the chef?"

Zhuang Han angered: "Ms., you can't talk nonsense, oh our chef, we will go to the blacklist of our store in the future, you, and the people related to you, can't eat at our Taste!"

"There is also the white pheasant, which has a taste of Pinghua? It is still ten years of use, but there is only a little aura left. Your chef is put in the oil pan and fried. Pingshui actually uses Come bombing, what did he think?"

I couldn't stop talking for a long time, the two strong men rushed up and wanted to blast us out. At this moment, the kitchen door opened, and a man in a white waist came out and said, " Who is reviewing the dishes I made?"

When I saw the man, I stumbled. I thought the chef must be a middle-aged uncle. I didn’t expect it to be a 30-year-old young man. He was still very beautiful, wearing a ugly waistband and wearing it so ugly. The chef's hat actually surprised me.

Tang Mingli’s face suddenly became bad. He came over and stood on my side and took my waist. I gave him a white look. I didn’t expect him to be so jealous.

I stepped forward and said, "It's me."

He looked at me up and down again and said with great interest: "Ms.

"Free of your surname." I said, "Your name?"

"Joe."

I nodded: "Joe Joe, I want to borrow your kitchen."

“Oh?” Joe said. “Don't Ms. Yuan also cook?”

"Slightly know one or two." I said.

Joe boss smiled and said: "Ms. Yuan, my kitchen is not free to enter."

"If you let me borrow, I will teach you how to deal with the water, so that the aura of Pinghua will not be ruined."

His eyes lit up: "Really?"

"Of course." I nodded.

Joe’s boss laughed and said, “Ms. Yuan, I don’t believe you, but this is a simple flower. It’s easy to lose the aura. After making the dishes, I can’t let it go. I don’t believe it.”

"You don't believe it doesn't matter. It's a horse. If you pull it out, you know it." I said confidently.

Joe boss came to the interest: "Ms. Yuan is so confident?"

"You have nothing to lose anyway." I spread my hand and said.

Joe’s boss was silent for a moment, side to side, saying: “If you do, you will come in, but my ugly words are first mentioned. If you lied to me, I naturally have a way to make you pay the price.”

I smiled indifferently and walked into the kitchen. The kitchen was really good. Kitchenware, ingredients, and the like were all there. I picked out some ingredients and started to porridge.

I treated these same plants in the same way, and then put them into the pot and cooked them together with the good glutinous rice. Soon, a charming aroma began to pervade the kitchen.

When Joe’s boss first started, he didn’t put me in the eye, but when I saw that I was dealing with Lingzhi, my eyes lit up and I immediately became serious.

When the charming taste came out, he couldn't help but **** two.

I popped up a different fire and cooked it with a different fire. A pot of porridge quickly smashed, and it just happened to be three bowls.

I said to Joe's boss: "This bowl, you are bothering to send the ninth box on the sixth floor. Don't say that it is my embarrassment. It is said that you have an extra gift. Please ask him to drink."

In the box, it was Tang’s father, and Joe’s boss said excitedly: “This is perfectly fine. I can definitely fool him to drink, but your craft is so superb, can you...”

I smiled and said, "My craftsmanship is almost the same as my alchemy craftsmanship. It is not passed on."

Joe boss is even more excited: "You... no, are you still an alchemy teacher?"

I laughed and said nothing, he was very happy and said, "The cooking method you promised..."

"I promise you, I will do it naturally." I taught him the method, and he suddenly realized that the original Lingzhi can also be cooked in this way, and the dishes made are really rich and aura.

He took out a black card and said, "Ms. Yuan, this is our black card for the taste of Xuan Xuan. You can make a 20% discount every time you come. Please smile."

Although I will not come in the future, but the kindness of others, I have to accept it.

The boss of Joe personally sent us outside the door, and then told us that Father Tang had already given the bowl of porridge to drink.

No matter the waiter or guest of Taste Xuan, they all showed a surprised look, and they couldn’t believe it.

Their arrogant boss will actually give it away? Today is what wind is blowing, what kind of demon is made, the sun is coming out from the west.

On the Rolls Royce, Tang Mingli asked me: "The bowl of porridge..."

"I gave the Tang father a pulse. His body had some dark injuries. So I gave him a bowl of porridge. The physique used in the porridge is good for his dark wounds. After he ate, he would Very comfortable, I should be able to sleep well tonight."

Tang Mingli’s eyes were touched, and I took my hand and said, “Jun Yao, it’s hard for you to heal for him.”

I said: "He is your grandfather after all, you can't leave it alone."

He sighed and pushed me into his arms and said, "When you are such a good woman, he will actually look down on you. I didn't expect him to be more stubborn and stubborn. The older he is, the shorter his eyes are."

I smiled and said: "He may not look down on me. I am afraid that he is a baby grandson who has cultivated himself since childhood, but he has been disobedient for a woman repeatedly, making him very unhappy."

He snorted and said: "I have long been unable to let him smash the shackles. He will accept this reality sooner or later."

He said, he looked at me long and said: "I am afraid that grandfather will hold a family meeting tomorrow, to avoid the position of my homeowner."

I looked up at him and said, "What are you going to do?"

Tang Mingli smiled mysteriously and said: "Nature is always changing."

Sure enough, the next morning, Father Tang sent a ministry to inform him that a family meeting will be held tonight to let him participate on time.

Tang Mingli didn't give face at all. When he waved his hand, he took the man out and flew out. The man vomited blood and went back to his life. He also turned down the old man of Tang.

In the evening, he took me back to the Tang family's old house. The house was brightly lit at this time. The top of the main hall was already crowded with people. Sitting in the family, they were highly respected and stood in the family. Some important people.

Everyone knows that the old man wants to avoid the position of Tang Mingli's family today. This is a major event that affects the Tang family's survival. It is a big matter for the old man to want to be a new owner.

At this time, a young boy stood on the side of Tang’s father, about seventeen years old. The appearance and Tang Mingli had some imagination, but his eyes were a little gloomy, with a few points that did not match the age.