Classic Villain Rescue Station

Looking up, this group of people did not know when they all gathered at the table again, continuing to roll up their arms and sleeves and brag.

Gao Yanei also shouted at this side: "Why are you so slow, are you trying to starve us to death?"

Dong Pangpang is probably the hungriest one among the group: "If you can't do it, you can bake a few big cakes and send them here."

Xia Jingui corrected: "That's pizza, not flatbread, and pizza is not a French dish either."

Eighth Prince Wujing asked curiously: "I've only heard of Italian pizza, but this one seems to be French."

Ximen Qing grinned, and held up his mobile phone and said to everyone: "You guys are out, Marco Polo loved a popular snack in the north when he was traveling in China - scallion pie. After returning to Italy, he He was thinking about it but he didn’t know how to bake it. One day, he invited his friends to a party at home and invited a cook from Naples. He described the extremely delicious chive pie to the cook. The method started to make. After working for a long time, I realized that the biggest difficulty was that I couldn’t stuff the stuffing into the dough. So Lao Ma suggested that since it couldn’t be stuffed, spread it on the crust. The cook returned to Naples later, according to This method, with the addition of local cheeses and specialty toppings, changed the name of the scallion pie to pizza, and it has since become known as Italian pizza.”

Everyone suddenly realized that it is so strange that foodies all over the world love to go to China!

The Fifth Prince Walnut was sitting in the children's chair, poking the Eighth Prince Wujing who was serving attentively beside him solemnly: "Old Ba, aren't you a monk now? Is it alright for big fish and big meat?"

Wujing Eighth Prince picked up a palm-sized fish steak with a fork: "It's okay, even those big monks are only 15th in junior high school, and they need to pay attention before becoming a Buddha, let alone a business monk like me."

Xue Dasha was very interested in the legendary Dragon Prince, but it was a pity that they were too far away. Even if they stretched their ears, they couldn't hear what they said, so he complained to the waitress while the food was being served: " Don't you have any other tables here? It's so old and long, I can't even see the faces of the people next to me clearly, it's better to have a round table, it's only lively when you get together!"

The Eighth Prince Wujing patted his thigh: "Why didn't I think of it, change it quickly before the dishes are full, and don't forget to have a turntable!"

Dong Pangpang puffed his cheeks, waved a fork and said vaguely: "This thing is too inconvenient, hurry up and get a normal one, and," he pointed to the lamb chops that were bigger than his face, "Can you Cut it up and send it up, the cooks here are too good at it."

The one on the main seat was still a child after all, and the waiters looked around, but they didn't see a single one who could call the shots.Luo Wei raised his head as if he had sensed it, then quickly buried it down, and waved at the waiters.

Luo Wei actually wanted to express the meaning of "don't pay attention to them", but the other party misunderstood. The little brothers stood motionless with their dinner plates, and the young lady went out and brought back twelve little brothers.They cleaned up the table quickly with their hands and feet, and then dismantled the dining table into four pieces, and a group of four took away three of them.When they came in again, two of them were rolling two discs, one large and one small, and the other two were carrying the vases and candlesticks that were previously arranged on the dining table.

This movement was really not small. First, Xiao Hei from the small suite next door ran in after hearing the news. After about 10 minutes, the general manager of Fontainebleau, a gentleman with shiny hair and a neat and smooth mustache, looked into his eyes. The young man also ran in with small steps, and before seeing the situation clearly, he began to apologize from a long distance: "The dissatisfaction of the distinguished guests is our fault, and I apologize to you on behalf of all the staff of the Fontainebleau Annex, We will send our sincere apologies later, if any distinguished guests have any dissatisfaction, even though..."

The mustache manager's voice was interrupted in the weird atmosphere of holding up chopsticks to pick up vegetables. Not far away, his elite waiters were holding their knives and forks bitterly, deboning and dicing a whole plate of big dishes, and then Pass the dishes to the table.

The manager with the mustache was in a mess for 3 minutes and finally came to his senses. He put on a smiling face and said, "Chinese and western are perfect, the distinguished guests are so creative, not to mention that this round table is much better than the long table. Would you like to open a few bottles? Five-star Moutai from 58?" After seeing the freshly baked pizza that was brought in later, he was in a bad mood.

The manager with the mustache and the waitress finished the last job of splitting the pizza, and bowed as they exited.The Eighth Prince Wujing and Dong Pangpang, clutching their bellies, followed hand in hand to the bathroom. God knows why they didn't just create an exclusive space in such a big place. Could it be that they didn't have the confidence to ensure the airtightness of the toilet and were afraid of odors?
After a while, the door opened again. Everyone thought that the two of them had come back, but they heard a series of tinkling noises. They all looked at the door, and a little nurse with a zombie face in a pink nurse costume came in pushing a wheelchair.The sound came from the cobblestones on the ground when the wheelchair touched the ground. The bumpy middle-aged man who was sitting on it with a blanket covering his knees hopped in.

The visitor stopped under the stone boat, first eased his buttocks with great effort, then stroked Fu Zhensan's hairstyle, and lifted the blanket up, then raised his smiling face: "I saw Xiao Hei from a distance before. I know you are here, Guanguan baby, why is it just you, where is your mother?"

The first to react was to follow in, because Xiao Hei, who was already standing next to the Jinghe Dragon King Xiaopen friend, instinctively helped relieve the embarrassment, and subconsciously stood at attention and saluted: "Mr. Song is good."

The man in the wheelchair smiled back, "I didn't expect Guan Guan to be at the age of entertaining guests. Your place is so lively."

The little friend of the Jinghe Dragon King cut his head and turned his head to the side: "I'm already in a wheelchair and want to run to Huaxiaju, can my butt take it?"

Luo Wei is finally sure at this moment, dare to love those soul-traveling texts are not fake, the soul that travels through can not only inherit the memory of the original owner, but also empathize with the original owner.

The wheelchair man froze. Ever since Zheng Guanyu knew his real identity, it was the first time he hadn't cried or made a fuss: "Baby Guanguan, don't you remember, my father and I often brought you here when we were young?" , you clamor every time to fold a hundred boats and float them in the river."

His so-called childhood was before Zheng Guanyu was three years old, not to mention the original owner, even the Dragon King of Jinghe, who inherited the memory fragments, couldn't remember that there was such a stubble.This person is Song Yu, who is currently the second largest shareholder of Zheng's Loulan, and is also the legendary true love of Zheng Zhicheng.

Look at this name - Song Yu, and look at the name Zheng Zhicheng gave his son - Zheng Guanyu, it's hard for Sun Lanxiu not to resist the existence of this person.If Zheng Zhicheng hadn't made it clear that he would have stated in his will early in the morning that if Zheng Guanyu changed his name, he would give up his inheritance rights. How could Sun Lanxiu tolerate her son being associated with such an embarrassing name all the time? The name is not "Xiaoyu" but "Guanguan".

Xiao Hei stepped forward to ease the atmosphere: "Mr. Song is also eating here today!"
Song Yu nodded, and said to Xiao Hei meaningfully: "Zhixin found out some of Ah Cheng's old things, and said that he would hand them over to me face to face, so he specially invited me here."

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The sky was completely dark, and the seven figures strolled out of the golden gate on foot, which can be described as a ostentatious entry, and left in a disheartened manner. The reason was that Xiao Hei's face changed as soon as Song Yu's words came out.

In the end, the little friend of the Dragon King of Jinghe couldn't restrain the original owner's instinct, and was dragged by Xiao Hei to the Nordic House where his second uncle Zheng Zhixin and Song Yu had an appointment to inquire about news and stir things up.Since they want to make trouble, the two dragon princes are naturally obliged. Although Xiao Hei thinks it is inappropriate to bring strangers, he can't go against the little boss's wishes.

The door slowly closed behind the back, and it was the first time for the welcome guy to walk the guests out of the door all the way after working for so many years, and finally asked: "I really don't need me to help you contact the forest of Atlantis opposite. Convoy?"

Before Dong Pangpang agreed, Luo Wei took the lead and ran away: "Do you think the clubhouse in the Atlantis Forest is cheaper? I heard that his house is indeed free for seeing off guests, but if you have to give tips, you should Calculated per person, the minimum standard is 500 per person."

Shit, the 7 of them are 3500, and it's not so easy to grab money.

Xue Dasha rolled up his sleeves, looking as if he was filled with righteous indignation and looking for someone to fight: "It's simply unreasonable."

Lu Bu slapped him on the head: "Let's go, let's go quickly."

With playful eyes, the group finally ran to a place where the huge neon sign of "Forest of Atlantis" could not be seen. The problem is that this generation doesn't even have a basic bus stop, not to mention taxis.

After walking for a long time, Luo Wei felt a little regretful: "Otherwise, we will go back and wait for Xiao Hei and the others to come out so that we can take the car home?"

Everyone stared at him like a fool.Xia Jingui opened his mouth to make a relief: "Sure enough, he has too little experience and is too innocent. Don't blame him."

Luo Wei was at a loss: "What do you mean, please explain."

The founder of Zheng's Loulan was the old man of the Zheng family. Before he died, he divided his wealth equally between his two sons. The eldest son, Zheng Zhicheng, was well-organized and well-informed, so most of the company's shares were given to the eldest son. , the youngest son, Zheng Zhixin, is a little bit better than the second generation ancestor, and is allocated a little share to guarantee life and [-]% of real estate jewelry.At that time, it seemed that the value of the two was quite impartial, and even the youngest son accounted for the bulk of the market value, so the outside world agreed that the Zheng family brothers were brothers and friends, and there was no dispute over property inheritance.

But how can a thriving company be comparable to a valuable dead thing? To say that Zheng Zhixin is convinced is to deceive the ignorant people.Especially when Zheng Zhicheng passed away suddenly, there were orphans, widows, and former lovers in his will, but without his younger brother, he would be willing to be a ghost.Zheng Zhixin must have worked hard in the past few years. He found an excuse to meet Song Yu, the second largest shareholder, and Xiao Hei dragged his little master to stir up trouble.

Luo Wei suddenly realized that the reality version of the giants was competing for production, and their posture was raised.

Lu Bu, who was searching the map next to him, suddenly yelled: "This is actually Luerling in Xiazhou District. Walk along this road for about twenty minutes and you will find Luerling Food Street."