Chapter 115： Lee Kee

Suddenly, Hu Yue'e stopped.

She looked at the parking direction and pointed her finger in that direction, with a very complicated tone, "Maybe, maybe... Miss Yan is right in saying that you have too much brainstorming."

Following her gaze, Wang Zhuoran suddenly stiffened and his footsteps stopped.

"Am I not mistaken?"

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes vigorously, wondering if he was hallucinating.

Hu Yue'e stretched out her hand and pinched his arm hard, and he made a throbbing sound in pain, "It hurts, do you know that?"

She nodded and retracted her hand, "Since you know the pain, it means it's definitely not a hallucination."

Wang Zhuoran: "..."

Looking up at the sky, trying to restrain the anger that surged in my heart, I rubbed the place where the quilt was right.

There was a dull pain in the arm, and it was estimated that it would be bruised. This woman didn't know what to eat to grow up, and she was so strong.

Looking at the Porsche parked among the vehicles, Wang Zhuoran felt extremely complicated.

Looking at Li Ji again, I suddenly had a lot of expectations in my heart.

A Porsche is parked here, the taste of this store must be very good, otherwise how could it attract such rich local tyrants?

Enter Li Kee.

The interior decoration is still the same as I remembered, and there has not been much change.

Yan Zhixu looked around, and there was a glimmer of nostalgia in his eyes.

"The last dish you ordered at this table, stir-fried pork with green peppers." A rough male voice sounded in his ears.

I saw a middle-aged man in a white chef's apron walking out of the kitchen with a plate of dishes.

He is about fifty years old this year, with a stubble on his chin and a big smile on his face, clearly loving the job.

He quickly brought the dish to the table of the young man who was sitting by the window.

Seeing him in a hurry, ready to enter the kitchen, Yan Zhixu whispered, "Uncle Li."

Hearing the familiar voice, Li Ping hurriedly turned around, moving so fast that his waist almost flickered.

Seeing the simple and comfortable woman in front of him and wearing a peaked cap, he wiped his hands with his apron excitedly, and took a few steps forward to hold her hand.

"Yan girl, you haven't come to visit me for a long time. I have to wonder if the food I cook is so bad that you like it."

Seeing that she was neither arrogant nor impetuous, just as in memory, a warm feeling immediately came on her face.

Yan Zhixu patted Li Ping's hand, "How come, Uncle Li's meals are not bad compared to those in five-star hotels."

She really didn't exaggerate what she said. Uncle Li's craftsmanship is really good. Many big hotels are vying for invitations and they are unwilling to go.

In the past, she often came here to eat with her teacher. The teacher especially liked Uncle Li's white chopped chicken, and she became familiar with it more often.

Li Ping looked around, "Yan girl, didn't you come with Professor Xia?"

Since she entered the entertainment industry, the number of times Professor Xia came here has gradually decreased.

Yan Zhixu chuckled, "This time I came with two friends."

As soon as the words fell, Wang Zhuoran and Hu Yuee walked in and saw her skillfully talking to the boss at a glance.

"Friends, good friends, I'm still a policeman, this is a good job!"

Looking at the two people in front of him, Li Ping withdrew his hand, and the more he looked, the more satisfied he became. He had a natural admiration for the police in his heart.

He was full of arrogance, "Go find a seat and sit down. I will show you the best housekeeping skills today, and it will definitely make you have a lot of aftertastes after eating it."

"Okay, trouble Uncle Li."

Yan Zhixu knew Uncle Li's temperament, so he was not polite, and took the two to find a corner seat and sit down.